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July 10, 2017

“Age of consent”

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:58 pm

I would like you to think about that, an *age* at which you will be permitted to *consent* to something.

It’s not just the age at which you can have your body do or not do something, it is the age at which your mind is allowed to make that choice.

Some milestones in the UK are,

  • 16 – hold a provisional driving licence, ride a 50 cc moped, smoke, have sex with a stranger, leave school, get a job, pay taxes.
  • 17 – drive a 125 cc bike or pass your test and drive a larger motorcycle or car
  • 18 – buy beer and spirits, have sex with someone who isn’t a stranger eg teacher etc, watch an adult rated movie, vote
  • 21 – drive a truck

I’ll be honest here, I’m out of touch with a lot of these, and a lot of them have changed too, when I was a boy you could work part time at 12 and join the army at 16 and we all though it was fucked up that you could join the army and kill or be killed, and fuck, 2 years before you were considered old enough to buy beer or vote or see an adult film, and one year before you could get a proper driving licence.

I’m not going anywhere near the 15 year old girls who aren’t old enough to fuck, but do, and who get pregnant, and who then get abortions, hey ho.

Back then it wasn’t illegal to fuck someone you knew like a teacher at 16 either, of course in practice it would have been career ending for the teacher but that’s neither here nor there, but now if there is anything that could even remotely be considered a position of power, driving instructor, boss, anything, the age of consent for sex is 18

Now, I’m not some paedo apologist saying that kids should be able to consent at 2 or any of that crap, no older person is going to argue with the statement that young people lack the experience to make good decisions, and that young people are easy to influence, and all the rest.

The problems though are two fold, one is the logic perspective, the other is the moral perspective.

From the logical perspective you can’t have any exceptions that break the logic, because then it is no longer rules based on logic, it’s just rules based on punishment.

So the younger the child gets the more protections they should get, and then you come to abortion, and then we get specious “arguments” that the thing being killed isn’t actually a human being, at least as long as skank ho mini mommy and the doctors do the killing, if mini skank ho’s evil aggressive boyfriend beats her for pulling a train while pregnant and she falls down the stairs and miscarries the very least he will be done for is manslaughter if not murder.

So the entire “it’s just simple logic” argument is toast, right there.

Actually the entire moral argument dies a death there too, that is not to say that there cannot be any logical or moral arguments made, just that they do not stand scrutiny as they are not universal and do not have any foundation when you include or exclude the very youngest, the unborn, on a whim.

So we’re back to the thing *we* all said when we were 14 and 15 and 16, and which we have been told throughout our lives is not true, to the point that many of us now repeat it to our young, and that thing is the state telling us what we can and cannot do with out bodies.

Nobody involved *consented* to the state intervening, none of us did back then and nobody does today either, yet the state intervened and told us we could not consent, and even if we did, it didn’t matter, someone is going to jail, whether it was underage sex or driving without a licence or drinking or smoking underage or whatever.

BACK IN THE DAY you turn 21 you become an adult and *your* parents are off the hook for your actions, prior to that all they can do is disown you or beat you, but they can beat you.. on the principle that you cannot make someone responsible for something without also giving them the means to control that thing, or wash their hands and walk away if control didn’t work.

Back in the day you want to fuck at 14 that’s a conversation that involves both your parents and the parents of the other kid in question, and probably some beatings, or wedding bells.

Back in the day you want to ride your horse and carriage through town at 14 that’s a conversation you’ll have with your parents, and if you damage or injure anything or just act like a loon a lot of people will be talking to your parents, and you’ll be getting a beating.

Now, if we talk about some horrible failed dictatorship nork state where kids are basically indoctrinated at 5 and drafted into the state apparatus at 10 and lied to their entire lives about absolutely everything, we will all be muttering in our beards about how fucking awful that is, the military draft was bad enough when it was done at 16, hell that nearly broke is, how can you do that to little kids?

I got news for you, I just been talking to some 11 and 12 year olds, that’s first year at the big school here (and yes as mentioned previously with puberty and so on, these kids are becoming sexually mature, and thanks to smartphones they are exposed to everything all the time) and they are as aware of all this “rules shit” as we were back when we were young, in fact they are even more aware of it.

Now, here is the thing, BECAUSE we now have a system that deliberately turns out dumbed down kids from school at 16/18 that are basically as thick as shit, you aren’t left with any intellectual arguments that work, you literally cannot get to a place where the kids will say you know what, I see what you are trying to say, I get that, but it’s not fair, I’ll put up with it because I can’t change it, but, it’s not fair and its not right.

You can’t do that because the kids are as thick as shit, fuck you and fuck your rules is about as close as you’ll get, so me being me thought I would be clever, I’d educate these little shits, I’d teach them about The Draft and national service and all that, to see if that rang any bells.

I get stopped / interrupted half way through, I’ll call him Jimmy, the corner of Jimmy’s mouth is turned and he is talking to me like I’m talking to a retard and he ain’t no ‘tard bro, yeah yeah we get that, says Jimmy, it’s not that, this is prison, we’re all born in prison, and he mentions something that may be a game or show, I honestly for the life of me can’t remember the name but clearly all the other kids knew it because they started to nod, and says it’s all like that man, we’re prisoners, so are our parents, they just got used to it.

I had to go away and think.

See, there is no way I can explain any of this intellectually to Jimmy or his crew, they will just hear sounds, they won’t grep content, there is nothing to be grasped by their minds, because they are as thick as shit, deliberately so.

YUUUGE BIIGLY mistake to think that because someone cannot grasp something intellectually, therefore they cannot grasp it viscerally, even a dog understands when it is being treated fairly or unfairly, it’s doesn’t need logic and Plato to work out when it is getting the shit end of the stick.

Logic and Plato is needed to convince the dog to eat it, for the greater good, fnaar fnaar, just be patient my pup, things will improve over time.

These feral kids and feral young adults have neither education nor logic nor plato nor anything else, and I guess when you get right down to it, they don’t need it.

Later I asked Jimmy how he knew I wasn’t one of “them” and again he looked at me like I was dumb, it hardly needed explaining, I wasn’t a teacherpolicecouncillawyerdoctor etc, and it was all run together like that, no difference between them, they are all the one thing, the prison guards, authoritah, the ones that enforce rules and hand out punishments, but who do not obey the rules they enforce.

I’m reminded of you tube videos questioning activists and protesters and getting dumb angry “just because innit” answers, and then dismissing the protester as a dumb shit… missing the point people… yes, they are dumb, and yes, they are angry, and dumb angry people do stupid shit, with very little warning… and dumb angry people aren’t a million miles away from “now I’m fucked I may as well go all in”

The laws that we had back in the day were not acceptable to us back then, but, we all had some sort of education and so we all came to some sort of accommodation that “may as well man up and take it because you ain’t gonna win” although of course there were exceptions… in my own case I’d been abroad and driving since I was 12, back in blighty at 16 I bought a bsa a10 that was basically half in a box for 300 quid and rebuilt it, I remember trying to get insurance but I couldn’t as I had no licence, and I remember trying to get a licence only to be told I was too young, the fact that I’d already had a licence for 4 years and had just rebuilt the bike meant nothing, that is the “law” so, I figured I’d tried, fuck you, and rode anyway… and got into plenty of trouble as a result despite never having an accident or anything else, but that’s neither here nor there.

If we have been deliberately uneducated to the level of kids today, I dunno… add into the mix that back then there was no internet, no smartphones, no xxxhamster, no tinder, no jpeg, no mpeg, no mp3… sucks teeth…

… add into the mix that since then laws have gotten more draconian and disjointed, plus all the technology also means shit is tracked and traced all the time, back then we had no speed cameras, no anpr, no police computer database available 24/7, I could go on and on.

At least back then it was a sort of open prison where once you made 18 you became a trusty and could pretty much live life the way you wanted to, there wasn’t any misandry in the courts, divorce wasn’t so messy and nasty, houses were affordable, you could easily enough rebuild your life if you took a knock through various circumstances, you couldn’t really get into much debt, much less be part of a society where being indebted over your head was pretty much mandatory for participation, and of course there weren’t so many fucking “safety nets”… if you lost a job you’d get dole for 3 or 6 months that worked out to around 75% of the average of your last 4 weeks wages, and when that ran out the only long term money you got was enough to buy food, just about, nothing else.

No exceptions for being born with a cunt or having 4 children by one of 10 possible fathers.

Back then, I can’t remember her name, I guess she was reasonably pretty but at the time I only had eyes for another chick, anyway it was her 16th and we were drinking and smoking dope and listening to jethro tull and hawkwind (I would have been 17 at the time) and some way though the night she comes out with “oh no I’m 16, sex is going to be boring now” because that is the other side of the coin, lots of people did lots of things expressly *because* they were not supposed to, drive from town A to town B while never being below the speed limit, and of course everything is changing.

Time was if you wanted to leave one place and go to another all you needed was a passport and money, you didn’t have to notify any authorities and you didn’t need special permission, and you certainly were not bound by the rules of the country you just left, the rules of the country you were in were what applied.

REFUGEE, I was educated so I do not need a dictionary to tell me that a refugee is an individual who is seeking refuge from something, and I do not need a dictionary to tell me that refuge is to hide from or run away from.

“Economic refugee” WTF is that all about, BY FUCKING DEFINITION if the motive is fiscal then you are not a fucking refugee, you are an economic migrant.. and I don’t need a dictionary to tell me that migrant is someone who seeks to change where they live.

Dogshit thick 12 year old Jimmy has no education, and no difficulty, they ain’t from fucking round here, and they get treated better than us… I refrain from explaining that is was common practice to beat and humiliate the buck nigger, and elevate and reward the most unworthy, to break up the slave community spirit, it would go way over Jimmy’s head, and yet I don’t think Jimmy is missing out on any useful info, he has the dog’s basic sense of unfairness and resentment, and not just towards the rapefugee, but the teacherpolicecouncillawyerdoctor  who is behind it all, same cunts who are behind everything else Jimmy don’t like.

For all their ignorance and uncouth ways and everything else that I could possibly say against Jimmy and his ilk, they have one redeeming feature that I love dearly, they know when they are being treated fairly, and they *do* react to that, perhaps in ways that we older inmates shy away from as being inappropriate, but they do, which puts them a million miles ahead of all the teacherpolicecouncillawyerdoctor  etc

I have *never* been one to watch my words, always been a tell it like it is and fuck you if you don’t like it kinda guy, to be sure my personal experiences and age (and the psycho skank ho episode where no matter what you say it’s twisted and used against you, and the meaning of every single word gets changed on a whim) have a big part to play in this, so I have always been the sort to not have a fuckbook page with everything on it, not wear a tee shirt that says “I fuck other guys wives”, not put in writing on here that I just drank a bottle of whisky and drove 30 over the limit on the wrong side of the road, and of course on here I don’t actually put my given name to stuff (I know that this is a far cry from anonymity) because basically I was brought up that there are a lot of laws you can break if you do it quietly, it’s not that you won’t be detected, it’s that *they* won’t bother.

nowadays we have the Jimmy’s of this world breaking the law, bragging about it on fuckbook, getting arrested and then jumping bail and posting pictures to the judge’s / po-po’s fuckbook page with them sipping a margarita somewhere sunny and sticking two fingers up, literally… that’s bad enough but a local source tells me some are even doing it from their home town while hiding out from the law and taking the piss out of the po-po for not being able to find them…

It’s just another sign of what I mentioned yesterday, we’re headed for a prison riot.

The deliberate dumbing down of society was to my mind a *massive* mistake, yes you can dumb them down to the point where you can as a corporation or a state do what would be wildly illegal for me to do, which is to manipulate them, to me this modest short term gain is vastly outweighed by the fact that you can no longer appeal to their intellect, so at a stroke you reduced everything to brutish ignorance so you could sell more shit and amass more temporary power, and the demon you unleash in doing so is the basic animal instinct and response to unfair treatment, and every single sign of that you just double down with more dumbing down, more laws, more repression.

When I was 13 90% of kids if asked about sex would lie and say yeah they’ve done it, the very very few who had done it would be lost in the crowd of liars.

Today you ask 12 year olds and I shit you not 50% have done it, and they don’t fucking *say* they have done it, they whip out the smartphone and show you fucking PROOF they have done it, and when you panic and react in horror (because who wants to be arrested on a charge of being a paedo) they say it’s OK man, I’m under age and so was she and you didn’t touch my phone.

Then you’ll get a Jimmy, he will tell you yeah, most of the time those mpegs are real, most of the time everyone has seen this in the school, most of the time that’s why they are taken, because everyone does it, but some fake it, everyone at school knows they faked it, but that doesn’t matter, the point is the old’s don’t want to touch their phones now, just in case.

Jimmy has (he tells me) two different girls sucking his cock (separately) and one citizen dying in the street after being tasered (I query him and he states an actual death and place and date that was reported in the press) and he has shared them all amongst friends so he doesn’t care if someone steals his phone, and like he says, what old or teacherpolicecouncillawyerdoctor is going to want to touch his phone, knowing what’s on it.

Big big big mistake to think that feral kids can be easily controlled by keeping them dumb and ignorant and repressed… the times in africa and other places where one white man held sway over hundreds of wogs he *never* forgot he was outnumbered, and the *last* thing he wanted was a situation where they saw him as an oppressor, it’s way too easy to poison a bastard or cudgel him asleep, the only way it worked was with respect, you could be as hard as nails as long as you were FAIR,  and the things that made me a good white man abroad also made me a good manager at home and abroad, demand enough self discipline and skill from yourself to earn respect from the staff, and then treat them all fairly and equally, *they* will sort out their own hierarchy and rules, they don’t need you imposing it.

A feral dog or feral youth doesn’t need a phd to know when YOU are out of your depth, and they are pack animals, beat them all individually at will, they will all turn on you one day and they *will* see the fear in you as you run away for reinforcements, and you just made your own task more impossible long term.

I, and *many* others, talk about Yellowstone letting go or moar war in Europe or the ME, why do you think the powers that be prefer such a scenario to the point they will do everything they can to make it happen, anything but their worst nightmare, the feral pack revolting and putting everything that smells of teacherpolicecouncillawyerdoctor to madame guillotine.

September 28, 2012

Greedy girls, gangbang sluts and betas..

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:13 am

… it’s one of those seedy areas of everyday urban life that chances are you have never been exposed to and so do not know exists…. that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, or that it is incredibly rare, or anything else…

…but like many other things, the advent of the internet doesn’t make them more prevalent, it just makes them dead easy to find… the Phil Lynott fan club is just a couple of clicks away, so is the Middle Wallop Swingers club.

One of the things the swingers clubs websites do is a thing called validation, where member 1423 says that member 1764 is a real person, that is a current photo of them, and the things we got up to when we met… 1764 then does the same for 1423, 1922 comes along and at least knows that 1764 and 1423 are real people and not wannabes etc.

Which is great, until you stumble across the phenomenon of the greedy girl, gangbang bitch, or old skool skanky slut, because the last 20 “validation” entries (all those that show) for their profiles and whiny “ooh this lady was so great to meet and so wonderful and genuine to fuck“, and these 20 entries start yesterday and go back maybe 30 days, maybe a month or two… and get this, these are the ones that the subject in question did not delete from their profile.

While in many ways the jury is still out on what the definitions of alpha and beta men are, the guys who queue up to fuck these skanks and then post praises about them, are nothing if not beta…. may I be one of many to supplicate myself at your skank cunt mistress…

On a personal anecdote basis, I have fucked teen porn sluts who would take 25 guys on in a gangbang, but I have done them one on one, and according to everything they said (yeah I know) and any other observable metric I fucked them better than all 25 guys put together… nor has this been a one off… I mention this because there appears to be some female hard wired sexual responses at work, rather than any individual female responses, quantity vs quality.

The greedy / gangbang sluts themselves are of course, it has to be said, deeply beta, because in real life you just have to see the sorts of guys they take on, out of the 25 for example to pick a random number, you can sorta see the attraction in three of em…

The reason I mention all this is the “alpha fucks, beta pays” mentality and meme that seems to be everywhere in the manosphere.. if you can get your cock wet you are an alpha, if you are always paying for supper for two and going home alone you are a beta… by definition, if you open your fucking eyes and look at the people involved, they may be fucking but none of those concerned is anything other than basement beta, nor were any of them ever alphas that fell off the perch at some time in the past and are now slumming it.

Now, you tell me the fucking difference between a skank ho slut who takes 25 different men in one go, and a skank ho slut who takes those men one at a time over the next three to four weeks?

You can see a difference? Because I can’t, except for very small and unimportant values of kink.

So, if these are all betas, then you are left with a quandary, because the single major identifying trait of an alpha, that they fuck a lot, has been show to be also heavily present in the beta end of the spectrum, and so the mere fact that that person fucks a lot can’t tell you a damn thing about whether they are alpha or beta.

Certainly, sex sells, always has done, so removing the sex sells element from “how to be an alpha” certainly wipes the board clean of the vast majority of those trying to tell us, because mainly they are trying to sell (to) us…

Maybe its a whole lot simpler, maybe alpha vs beta is nothing more complex than a long list of conditioned responses to certain scenarios, I don’t pretend to know, I do not even pretend to know if there even is such a thing as alphas and betas… sure I talk about the wimminz and niggerz being herd animals and the men being pack animals, but when those animals all live in a zoo, as we do in modern society…. all bets are off.

Is George Clooney alpha?  How about the recently deceased Neil Armstrong? He lived an utterly different on every level lifestyle to Clooney?  So any label that is applied to them both becomes by definition a broad and rather meaningless brush of low definition, “white yank guy”… that fits both of them too.

But I came into this with the statement that there is one hell of a lot more kinky sex going on in your local area than you know about, unless you are already one of the kinksters and swingers involved in the scene…

So, the woman working the checkout, the electrician, his wife, the newsagent, the woman serving coffee at the cafe, are they loser betas, or do they also partake in the swinging lifestyle and fuck like rabbits and become alphas, like superman changing his cape in a phone-box after work…

And how can THEIR status be dependent upon YOUR knowledge, or lack of knowledge, of them?

 

 

September 3, 2012

AWALT motherfucker, AWALT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AWALT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You have been warned.

August 3, 2012

Why skank ho’s be stupid

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:51 am

I am following on from some comments Hans made about me getting addicted to silky young cunt, but being saved by the bell by the herd intervening.

The herd intervening wasn’t a question of if, but when, and walking away from it unscathed is down to always having your cards on the table, and everything archived to the cloud, nobody is saying dick.

More on this later, but last night being the beginning of the months, I did go through my old contact list to do some filing (never delete, just file them in to “fucked em” and “skank ho” groups and archive) and check up on a couple, both of which I had talked to quite extensively in the past, both of whom only circumstances conspired to stop a meet and fuck, one was a no reply, the other one (deffo Cluster B, but hot.. lol) (yeah, I know) SMS me right back to say “don’t contact me again” shrugs, no problem bitch, your loss…. last time we spoke she was shining about her mother interfering in her life, so yeah, another herd save for the skank ho…

The thing is this, men are hard wired to really like fresh young cunt, and the one Hans was talking about, well, fact is she could have got me… almost certainly… IN THEORY.

I say in theory because all she would have had to do is put the effort in and put me/us first, like that is ever going to happen, the closest wimminz will come nowadays is parallel tracks going in the same direction while it suits them, so in practice getting anything worthwhile or lasting is a non starter.

But, Hans is right… “Danger Will Robinson!”.. the parallel tracks with a wimminz while it suits her is the guaranteed template for future heartache and troubles that all co-habiting and long term boyfriends run in to, only a question of time, because sooner or later those tracks will diverge, and it will be your fault for not following her lead, and if you do, well then you are a creepy stalker, get the fuck out.

Marriage strike, commitment phobe, all the other crap dumped on men, and indeed all the stuff the MRA guys hold up high as signs of victory, are in reality no more than wimminz work.

You cannot commit to, or be with, or marry some psycho skank ho who changes her wants and desires with the wind, and when the herd intervenes to make sure she does change her wants and desires, so the reality is it is not guys on a marriage strike or commitment strike, because lets face it, if the wimminz just picked one tune and stuck to it, they could all be married within a year, simple as….

The wimminz themselves aren’t on a marriage strike, that is way too intellectual for either the herd as a whole or individual members of the herd, temporarily isolated or not.

The wimminz and the herd are however on a quest, they are migrating in search of the lands of princes and yachts and fried snow, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, doesn’t matter what is on offer under their noses, the winds and the horizon are calling.

Men in the pack know there is nothing out there, we are already in the best bit of the valley/basin, sure there are new horizons, but they are successively more arid and desolate, but this little bit of harsh reality has been protected from the herd, who expect the pack to go out and irrigate and grow new savannah, just so the wimminz can turn their noses up at that too, because that is what they have become, fried snow seekers.

The pack is no more able to alter the nature of nature than the herd, if we could change the nature of nature, far easier to change the nature of wimminz (bit like the old joke about the guy who gets three wishes from God, uses two of them up on money and beer, and then asks for a 4 lane road bridge across the Atlantic, God says no fucking way, you any idea how fucking hard it is to do something like that, Guy says ok, give me a loyal woman, God says lets take a look at those bridge plans) but instead all we have done, at the herd request / demand, is isolate the herd from the consequences of their choices and actions.

If you talk to young wimminz in porn they will all without exception say exactly the same thing, the girl on the bed taking 25 cocks isn’t them, it is “Bambi” some sort of alter ego, and Bambi is a persona they put on by choice on shooting day, but it isn’t them, they didn’t really take 25 cocks… take away the lights camera action (eg evidence) and this sort of mentality is suddenly grooming and control and abuse by the nearest cock…. the rest of the herd will agree.

I just look at these young wimminz and think to myself, what a fucking waste, like giving someone a new merc and they never maintain it and smash it up and next thing you know its fit for the scrapheap, but they act like it is an appreciating classic worth more than the new list price, which they never paid anyway….

Sure they will all bang me if I want, but LTR, no, they are all way too good for an old man like me, even before the herd intervenes….. a couple have asked me straight up, what’s the real deal, so I tell them;

  1. By very definition of the fact you are doing this shit means you shouldn’t be allowed to make any choices for yourself, you should be property.
  2. 20 years old and 500 cocks (but only 25 of them count cos the rest were porn) you better take the FIRST fucking offer from a man you get, and be eternally grateful, even if he is 85, wears a daiper, and wants you to rim his ass daily.

At which point they either start laughing or crying, and either way avoid me… with one or two exceptions… remember all these chicks are single moms, so I see one with her two rug rats, both little girls, both raised by the state purse, so she lays some line on me, if I was nicer to her (spent money on her) I could have her any way I wanted…. I dunno, I guess it was a funny day, because instead of laughing I bit…  “Two things…” I said “… number one, anyone who wants you can have you, on camera, any time they  want”

“Number two … ” and remember this chick is 20 so all these literary / film references whoosh, which makes it even more ironic / funny “ … how much for the little girls? I don’t want to fuck em now, but I’ll book early for discount….oh sorry, did you think they were going to be a fucking lawyer and a vet… instead of following in mummy’s footsteps?”

That does it, you just took their delusional illusion and wiped you ass with it, being near you is being near the death of their unicorn, so you are persona non grata…. while their lives follow the exact path you predicted.

Which all brings us all to the kernel of the problem.

Just what, exactly, is intelligence?

A wimminz brain is close enough, but different, to a man’s brain, but lets face it, not many of the niggerz out there display much intelligence either, so while intelligence is a byproduct of the organ we call the brain, it doesn’t appear to be a causal relationship.

There are various maladies that are located in the brain, but that can’t actually be detected by a visual dissection or inspection of the brain, that render the sufferer helpless and requiring the help of others to survive.

We will take one not so hypothetical example, her name is Samantha, her brain as far as anyone can tell is perfect in every way, but she needs help getting washed, dressed, finding her way home….  this would be fine if Sam was 5 years old, but she is 25 years old.

I’ve seen Sam and her same age female carer out and about, damned if you can spot the simpleton, none of the lads who hit on them appear to be able to either, and in fact the carers biggest job is stopping Sam and some random guy from getting it on.

Now, I can see why Sam is not eligible for a drivers licence, but the fact is the driving TEST serves its purpose, Sam could never in a million years pass a driving test, whereas her carer did.

What I don’t see is why Sam does not have the right to vote, but her carer does, when the difference is all apparently based on “intelligence”

While a driving test is mainly a test of physical proficiency, much of modern life is not, lawyers, social workers, office workers, there is not one shred of intelligence required, just some learning by rote, literally anyone can study and pass lawyers exams… just takes time and effort, no skill or intelligence of any kind required.

Which opens a whole tin of worms that the disabled industry is well aware of, Stephen Hawking, wheelchair bound mute dribbling idiot, except he is not, he is beyond all doubt INTELLIGENT.

It is almost like the brain is a muscle, and when it is exercised regularly and well it develops intelligence, and when it isn’t it does not, Hawkings brain, and Sam’s, and her carers, all look the same.

Sams and her carers are the same, never been exercised, in Sam’s case there may be some biochemical switch that does work, so exercise does not produce intelligence, but the end result is the same as Sam’s carers brain, atrophied, and does not produce intelligence.

No man who is a father of boys and who has been there to see, can have failed to notice that by the age of FIVE his sons could out think both their mother and their sisters and their female teachers and every other woman they came across.

Mommy “Johnny, stop using your super soaker to get Tiddles wet!”

Johnny “OK mom.. <sigh>”

time passes, Johnny and Timmy from next door use their super soakers to get next doors cat Benjamin wet

Mommy “Johnny, I thought I told you not to shoot cats with the soaker!!!!”

Johnny, “No mum, you told me not to shoot TIDDLES, me and Timmy were shooting BENJAMIN”

You know the rest…

…… and so wimminz be herd animals with low intelligence, because herd life does not exercise the brain, men be pack animals with higher intelligence, because pack life does exercise the brain.

Which leaves us, in the western world in 2012 AD, up shit creek without a paddle.

Because the fact is, it is illegal, with massive real world consequences and penalties, to treat wimminz as anything other than equally intelligent to men, unless said wimminz invoke DV or FRA allegations, in which case they are treated like Sam in the story above…. even though we all know, in 99.999% of cases, Sam in the story above is as intelligent as any other wimminz…

Now, I mentioned in the previous post, at the end, how Nature was going to address the obvious imbalances between the enlarged herds and the decimated packs.

Well, there is one way, and it is “rapid response” because it is already built in to all humans.

HG Wells talked about it, the Morlock and the Eloi, but as politically correct as ever, there were both males and females in both species.

Fact is, the herds, by their very nature of not exercising the brains to produce intelligence, and excising the pack influence which did engender intelligence, are producing skank ho’s like the porn sluts and their ilk.

The Morlock are the wimminz, (and the niggerz) because the fact is, zero intelligence of any kind is required by a wimminz to survive to breed, and Nature being the great economist, does not waste valuable energy on shit that ain’t needed to produce the next generation.

It was only in times of old, pre technology, that a wimminz needed a brain and some pack influence to survive, because she actually had to do various things for herself, in the modern world just being born with a cunt guarantees access to food and shelter and clothing and entertainment.

If we have a global war, the wimminz will have to start toeing the pack line, AND develop intelligence.

If we don’t and instead have a social and technological evolution and perhaps a pandemic, the wimminz will have to start toeing the pack line, and develop LESS intelligence (a stretch I know)

The young wimminz I have been fucking recently, nice young flesh, but you look in their fucking eyes man, I swear to god that I have seen more intelligence in the eyes of a dog or a cow. And I shit you not, and say this not for literary effect, I mean it most sincerely.

I don’t mean incapable through idleness of original thought, such as the 40’s and 50’s wimminz family lawyers and social workers et al.

I mean as dumb as a fucking animal, because those neural pathways were never lit up in the first place.

Their compliance in bed was TOTAL, how the fuck do you think they got kids, got into porn, whatever, and of course when the herd comes along again their compliance is total and immediate… when the slut exhibits compiance to a man, such as me, bad, when the slut exhibits compliance to the herd, good, black is white, two legs bad, four legs good… what about us say the ducks…

It’s not the predatory pack nature of being a man that is really, genuinely, actually, daily, so fucking dangerous for men like us, it is the fucking intellect that it has nurtured within us, the herd could tolerate us while we act as dumb as a sack of kittens, but show any true intellect, and they want nothing less than our eradication.

Intellect is the antidote to herd behaviour, and the herd will tolerate no antidotes.

Smart men will keep below the radar and place the long bet, not on the herd or the pack, but on Nature.

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August 2, 2012

Team cunt in action

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:08 pm

 

Team cunt is when one or more wimminz take indirect action against a man, by coercing another wimminz into or out of some course of action… a different course of action than that wimminz would have taken without outside influence.

It’s Team cunt because when push comes to shove it is always a herd instinct “decision” for the wimminz, sure, the thing the other wimminz are trying to push them into wasn’t what they would have chosen, and sure, the other wimminz aren’t really her friends, but they are my herd and will keep me company.

Most often I get this after fucking some young skank ho slut extremely well, she soon clicks to the idea that hanging out with me is the best hedge to the future she can possibly do, and the the protestations of love start, and it has to be said, they do mean it, when they say it…

Then they announce their intent to give it all up to this much older guy, to their wimminz circle of acquaintances, I won’t say friends, because no wimminz has any wimminz friends, just fellow herd members in team cunt.

Then the rest of the herd gang up on the young skank ho, I have literally seen mothers who neglected and abused young sluts to the point where the young slut truly fucking hates the mother gang up on the young slut with granny and aunt sally and her sister, and give them the whole ultimatum, dump this old loser or be expelled from team cunt.

And it doesn’t matter how awful these other wimminz have been to the young slut, she will side with them and dump you, because nothing scares them as much as being expelled from the herd.

I have seen wimminz pick up other wimminz and with no warning take them to a clinic so they can have a coil removed and get pregnant without the boyfriends knowledge or consent, and the baby totally fucks the relationship / marriage, and the wimminz in question still sides with team cunt.

I have seen wimminz concoct and create out of thin air False Rape Accusations against a man to attempt to totally destroy him, simply because this was the test of loyalty demanded by other wimminz, for ongoing membership of team cunt, even though nobody but the lawyers and police actually profited in any way from the FRA.

I have seen children utterly destroyed by being cut off from and brainwashed against men, for no other reason that this solidarity is demanded by team cunt.

I have seen team cunt grandmothers who themselves become the victim of other team cunt actions, cut off from all contact with their grandkids, turn around and just walk away from it, rather than go up against team cunt and show they are a blackleg.

I have seen team cunt wimminz lawyers and wimminz judges and wimminz social workers and wives and girlfriends, all act with solidarity to team cunt.

Team cunt doesn’t actually exist, it is nothing more than a herd mentality, 50 horses about to charge off a cliff and the 51st will fight you tooth and nail to break free of your safe keeping and join the herd.

Team cunt having exercised their power and control over the young skank ho who loved me and made her choose team cunt over a future in my protection promptly revert to form and neglect and abandon the young skank ho, but you have more hope of rationalising things with an opium dealer than you do of getting the young skank ho to reject team cunt.

This, my brothers, is one of the ultimate lessons in this blog, assuming you have read and absorbed EVERYTHING else here in the sidebars on the right, and much of the rest in the wimminz archives too…

The ultimate lesson is that wimminz are herd creatures of low intellect and high herd conformity and compliance, you can cut one out of that herd and break and ride her, but a pig wearing lipstick is still a pig, and she will still go back and answer the call of the herd, first time, every time, irrespective of how much personal damage this causes her, or you, or anyone else.

No amount of logical “well actually bitch they are just trying to fuck up what you have, for no reason other than it separates you from the herd, they have never given a fuck about you, and if you put half the effort into us, that you are putting into fucking us up to demonstrate your herd loyalty, you would never need the herd again” falls not on deaf ears, but on ears that see everything except rejoining the herd as the immediate enemy.

This all explains why individual wimminz succumb to the herd, but it doesn’t explain why the herd coalesces around individual wimminz who are thinking about leaving the herd.

The first thing you have to grep is that while wimminz may be a herd animal, man is a pack animal, so there is a limited amount of empathy there.. (ever wondered why men bond with dogs so much better than wimminz?) but one thing we do know about herd creatures is that the herd itself is the survival tactic, break it down into smaller groups of herds and they die off by attrition… safety in numbers.

Every single misandrist whining lie uttered about men by wimminz is no more than the hard wired bleating of herd creatures, unfortunately for men, some asshole gave these cunts the vote, and then jobs as cops and lawyers and judges, and now the herd is the king of the jungle.

When someone like me comes along and catches the eye of a young filly, the herd sees the predatory raping lone stallion/wolf stalking the herd, it isn’t jealousy that the young filly catches my cock and not the old barren mares, it is that the herd has an investment in the perpetuation of the herd, and the young filly is the future of the herd, and monkey see monkey do, so this shit has to get stomped on real quick, before the other young fillies get any ideas.

Because after all, the herd is just one answer for DNA to perpetuate DNA.

The relationship between the herd and individuals is all to one, and one to all, there are no individual bonds within the herd, contrast this to the pack animal, where there is pack loyalty in both directions, but pack loyalty is based upon individual loyalty and individual relationships.

But men and wimminz and not wolves and horses that cannot interbreed, so for most of human history there were strong herd traits in the pack animals, and strong pack animal traits in the herd animals, wife 1.0 was a herd creature with strong pack animal traits, husband 1.0 was a pack animal with strong herd creature traits.

The irony here is calling young Japanese MGTOW “grass eaters”, grass eaters are herd creatures, the young jap MGTOW are carrion eaters (not hunters) not grass eaters, they aren’t wolves, they are hyenas.

Go onto other sites and find “men” like keyster and eric who hate me, that is the hate the pack animal with herd animal traits feels for the lone hunter who is outside both the herd and the pack, neither wanting to be a part of, nor being accepted by, either herd or pack.

Where we have gone wrong in recent years in western society is that we have eliminated the dynamic at the borders between the herd and the pack, and created artificial filters and barriers, the pack is under attack, the herd is good, the pack is bad… four legs good, two legs bad… but what about us, ask the ducks?

The solution cannot come from either the new engorged herd, nor the new diminished pack, they have both been thrown out of equilibrium, and the answers cannot be found in either camp, rather, nature abhors a vacuum, and so nature will create a solution to both the problems of the engorged herd, and the diminished pack.

Nature could get real funky, some new plague vector that works selectively in sync with corn starch digestion in the human gut to reduce wimminz IQ by 50 points and men’s by 10, or nature could get real elegant, subtle alterations in sperm and ova chemistry so only 10% of the population can conceive, or nature could get real primitive, and thin both the herd and the pack with a pandemic with a 75% mortality rate.

Meantime, in shades of the old joke about democracy being two wolves and one sheep deciding what to eat for lunch, real world politics and economics and science and technology has been about ten sheep and one wolf voting to make straight fur and sharp teeth and a carnivorous diet illegal… what could possibly go wrong.

For men, in the meantime, remember that all bets are off, it is now literally and physically impossible to treat any wimminz as an individual, the rest of the herd won’t allow it, and when push comes to shove and you find yourself in a police station or secret family court for the heinous crime of not only not being one of the herd, but trying to separate one from the herd to bring out her pack tendencies, and to bring out your herd tendencies, one of the most dangerous tactics you can employ is the one I did.

To look each herd animal in the eye, one by one, hint at baring a fang, and smile the predatory smile.

Most dangerous, but possibly less fatal than perming your coat, filing your teeth flat and eating grass… because Nature has as much time and compassion for the current versions of both herd and pack as the herd of wimminz have for the filly that caught my eye, and dared to consider a life outside the herd.

 

May 27, 2017

Facial Wreck Cognition

Filed under: Android — wimminz @ 3:03 pm

You know there have been a lot of “kooky” pseudo religions and cults that talk about thetans and lizard people and alien spirits residing in our bodies / brains, wouldn’t it be funny if science eventually discovers that there is a parasite or an equally effective biochemical toxin at work.

I mean, look at Nancy Pelosi, you can look at Josef Fritzl and even if you didn’t know the history you’d be able to tell he was fucked in the head, so why don’t we ever allow the same yardstick to people.

The current squeeze is in many ways a student of mine, and my teaching methods do not involve brainwashing or indoctrination, they involve discussion, look at that, what do you see, what do you think that means. Look at their actions, look at what they say, reconcile the two, what do you think that means.

She’s gone from not seeing it, to seeing it fucking everywhere, the lights are on but nobody is at home, and if they are, they only give a fuck about themselves, and it is all plainly written on the face for all to see who wish to look.

In my youth I’ve been to parties where I’ve dropped a blotter or two of acid and a couple of quarters of speed wrapped in a rizla and I may or may not be sipping some booze or toking on some grass, and I’ve still been the straightest one there just about.

And yet there was less actual human personality and intellect present in places like the secret family courts and solicitors and child guardians and CAFCASS and police and all the rest of them than there was at those parties, where everyone present had gone to extreme ongoing measures of self medication to eradicate anything even approaching the “straight” experience.

I dunno, maybe it is BECAUSE I went to those parties that I can see and recognise a human brain that is all fucked up and not working right at a 100 yards, as for the current squeeze, she is getting there, and her comment about it, well, she hates it, she lived in blissful ignorance before and it was lovely, would she go back, no fucking way.

She’s just in mourning for innocence lost.

I travelled a lot, it all started at six weeks old, when I went literally half way around the world, not that I had any say or part in financing it, but the fact is I did travel, and because I was so young, the profound culture shock in going from late 50’s very early 60’s England to foreign parts wasn’t a culture shock, I did not know any different.

But being thrust into countries where at least 5 major languages were spoken and being born English with the closest thing to the universal language as my native tongue, you either became an expert polyglot by the age of five or you became an expert at reading body language and faces, having no linguistic talent or interest I took the latter path.

The other thing that set me apart from my contemporaries back home was the shit I saw, fifties and sixties England was an idyll of innocence and peace, and by that I do not mean that bad shit did not happen, Myra Hindley for example was plying her trade in that era, but by and large most kids were not exposed to any of the seedy side of life.

I, on the other hand, saw it all, at seven years of age returning to rural Devon for a few months I marvelled at all the greenery (I don’t mean Malaysia was not green because it was, it was a different green, england had fields, and comparatively few flowering plants) and the weather and so on, and all the buildings and shops were enclosed… and where the hell were all the opium dens and bars full of good time girls and why wasn’t anybody armed?

At ten I was in central africa and it was different but also more of the same, you know, there are things you just cannot explain to people, the concept of putting an AK47 into the hands of a 12 year old soldier, you’ve either seen it first hand for what it is or you haven’t, if you haven’t, you’ll see the 12 year old soldier and think 12 year old boy who should be at school, if you have you’ll think completely fucked little 12 year old cunt who will kill you as soon as look at you.

In the UK the age split between junior and senior school is around 11 years old, so in the UK if you’re unlucky you go to the “big school” at 11 and see this nasty kid in the next year up who is 12 who has a reputation for carrying a knife and hitting people and stealing their dinner money… I met kids a year older than me who had, up close and real personal blood spattered like, killed a dozen or more unarmed and helpless victims, and participated in a few shootouts, and seen more dead and injured than they could remember.

Coming back to the UK was a real fucking culture shock, 40 years later the culture shock is still there, how the fuck can you behave like that you asswipe? While I sit there fairly still and complacent, I’m waiting for the thing that doesn’t happen, the knife or gun to come out and someone to die.

We *are* importing people like that from Libya etc, I do understand them, at least, I understand what they are capable of, nobody here does, least of all the politicians and state security forces.

I have never been to the USA, but I watch a lot of shit, I used to laugh at the whole gun culture thing, and the hullaballoo surrounding it on both sides, where I grew up a gun was cheaper than a car, and it was used, not new, and it had been used to kill, no doubt about that at all, and it was probably *mainly* purchased because ammunition in that calibre was cheap enough and readily available enough.

If you couldn’t afford a gun, no problem, a parang will do. Most killings even with a firearm are done up close and personal.

I look at all the youtube vids people losing their shit in public etc, trust me, you have no gun or knife culture, not the way it is made out to be, because they are just tools, and tools are used.

Detroit has a population of 680,000 and had some 320 murders last year, and I can watch youtube vids of people in detroit and let me tell you, there would have been between 30,000 and 300,000 murders in one year if anyone had acted like that where I grew up around the world.

It was a big problem and a big culture shock for me, on the one hand you have this person who is acting in a manner sufficient to justify an instant lethal response / fight, on the other hand, here they are attracting as much attention as fucking possible, which is the exact opposite of what you want in an instant lethal response / fight.

I grew up with parangs and kukris (still have an original short ghurka ww2 one given as a gift by a friend of my father, because a 7 year old boy can’t become a man without his own knife) and that is a large part of why despite growing up in the culture I never took the slightest interest in martial arts (it’s really not prevalent at all in the far east in reality) because a kukri or a parang will end your day with one blow, bone and flesh parted with ease.

I’m on my second Buck 100FG in my life, I still have both, and it’s a pocket knife, good for cutting small stuff up, it’s not a weapon, it’s a joke for a weapon, it’s good steel and almost sharp enough to shave with and the locking mechanism is as solid as a rock, but a one sided 4.5″ blade just doesn’t have any weight, I’m not saying I couldn’t kill with it, but going up against someone with a parang or kukri I’ll die, end of.

And this is another one of those things I see on 99.99% of the faces around me, they haven’t got a fucking clue.

22 people killed in manchester by one suicide bomber?

At 650,000 born per year that’s 1,781 per day or 72 an hour or 1.236 per minute, so it takes 18 minutes to replace the 22 lost.

Put in another way there are 65 million people in the uk, divided by 22 that’s a shade under 3 million, so at that rate it will take a shade under 3 million suicide bombers to depopulate the UK if we sit around and do nothing and the survivors keep congregating.

Put it another way, of those 22 who died, how many of them weren’t already brain dead for life? Given they were attending a pop concert by some talentless skank that I have never heard of before, probably zero.

ISIS and the rapefugees, when seen from this perspective, aren’t a problem, they are simply culling the herd, a job we should have been doing for the past sixty years ourselves…. if anything they are doing a piss poor job at culling the herd.

They’d be far more effective becoming bus drivers and then committing suicide by driving off cliffs with passengers on board.

With the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, I think that the people who served and lived through WW1 and WW2 in Europe fucked up, they saw all that shit first hand, and as soon as the war was over instead of trying to get back to how things were before, they tried to make everything safe, and so they raised a generation of war babies (my parents were born in the 20’s) who were mollycoddled from birth, and then they tried to make things even “safer” for their kids, and now we have microagressions and white privilege and all the other shit from the 3rd or 4th generation raised in cotton wool and rubberised round corners on everything and the rest will be history.

Because they really are an exceptional group of people, quite the exception to the rule and the norm for the human race as a whole.

Readers with a keen eye and sharp mind will also have realised that basically I did not grow up in either a white or a christian country, and while there were many religions out in these places, Islam was one of the biggest and most common.

The Muslim’s I grew up in the midst of are not the same people as the Muslims living in europe today, in the exact same way that the blacks or the chinese I grew up in the midst of in asia and africa are not the same people as the chinese and blacks living in europe today.

I currently live in a university town with a significant population of foreign students from china, I’ll bet both my testicles and a blunt rusty knife that you can select one of these chinese from china students and ask them if they feel any kinship with the chinese living here, and the answer will be no, these are not chinese, these are foreigners with chinese grandparents.

I don’t see that vacant look in the faces of the rapefugees, I don’t see any great intellect either mind you, they are all hunted ferals prone to lizard brain action and reaction, but any one of them is worth 20 of us in a street fight…

Sadly for us we also have a local marine commando training barracks here, and the faces of the young recruits of today are just as devoid of intellect or character or will, which is probably why a significant proportion of them develop PTSD shortly after being deployed… being exposed to the radically different cultures and attitudes will do that to you, if you are not prepared to question your own standards in response to the challenge.

https://www.amazon.com/Condor-Tool-Knife-Village-Hardwood/dp/B007MC4AP0

80 bucks, never needs reloading, silent, heavy enough to do the job in one blow, of course like all tools you need to learn how to use it, and how to maintain it, but it won’t break or let you down if you do.

I’ve twice in my life seen crazy / hungry / angry big cats attack a guy carrying a good parang, both guys got hurt and limped away and healed, both big cats died, one very quick, one got 75 yards away before bleeding out, the one that died quick took one parang blow, the one that got 75 yards away and bled out took two blows.

Even today against a mob a dozen roman soldiers with shield and gladius would start a stampede away after literally butchering the first 30 or so to get too close…. sure, one modern soldier 300 yards away with a long gun could take them all out before they get to him in an open field, but violence almost never happens like that in the real world, set piece battles with nobody present but combatants are ancient history.

I see this everywhere in western culture, one one extreme you have the UK where only a criminal can own a gun (effectively) and on the other hand you have the USA where ownership and open carry is legal in many places (provided you never been divorced) and all the arguments on both sides, but the facts are that 99.99% of all crimes are done up close and personal, you don’t mug or rape or carjack or burgle at 300 yards, you do it at 1 yard, and whichever side of the equation you are on, a parang is as useful a tool for the criminal as it is for the intended victim.

One of the fundamental ways to do a blind sort of white men vs everyone else is to put them in the proximity of a pissed off bear, give them a gun and they’ll probably face the bear, give them a parang and they’ll probably run away… don’t get me wrong, I’d rather have a 45-70 in my hands than a parang in that situation, but if I could back away I would, and I’d *much* rather have a parang than fuck all.

I can make it a fight, not a slaughter.

In England today we basically don’t have any wild animals, about the worst that happens is people get attacked by seagulls, we’ve pacified the land for so long that we have become inured to threats, in real terms even roaming wild wolf packs would probably be more dangerous than all the terrorist acts on the mainland since 1945, in terms of number killed, and the simple response to bands of sharia thugs patrolling English streets trying to enforce Muslim “standards” on everyone would be to whip out a machete and chop the cunts up, but, like the English themselves, 99.99% of these cunts only have the balls to prance about on their hind legs because England is such a safe and secure country.

Japanese history shows us beyond any doubt that if the populace is unarmed, very very few men armed with a long sword can effectively control everything, so it isn’t “the hand gun” or “the assault rifle” or “the edged weapon” that makes the difference, what makes the difference is a general population that don’t have any weapons, and a few that do, and who see them as tools that they are familiar with.

Switzerland has had three, count them, three terrorist incidents ever, two were planes on their way to israel, and one was the romanian embassy attack done by romanian exiles who were against the then communist romanian regime.

In guns per 100 residents, USA has 112, Serbia (remember the war there recently?) has 58, Yemen (war there now) has 54, and Switzerland is #4 in the world with 45…

In the UK it is 6.6, which puts us fractionally ahead of such idyllic peaceful places as Kenya, 6.4, Colombia, 5.9, Botswana 4.9, Kazakhstan 1.3, and bringing up the rear the positively ultrasafe Rwanda (remember the mass killings?) with 0.6 guns per 100 residents…

So basically there is no causal correlation between gun ownership and gun crime, nor is there any real correlation between “no guns” and “no weapons” because edged weapons did quite well killing 800,000 people in just four months in Rwanda…

So there *must* be something else going on, and it is disingenuous at best to say that there aren’t many wogs in switzerland, there are quite a few non white faces there if you actually go there.

*MY* take is western societies have become so risk averse and clad in cotton wool, that even outrageous behaviour that would get you severely fucked up everywhere else in the world has become the norm here, because it’s safe, and hey, look at me…

The availability or legality or presence of weapons is then about as relevant as the presence of minors in society, most people are not paedophiles, so the kids really aren’t at risk, it vanishes into nothing statistically compared to the risk of crossing the road…. there are kids everywhere and yet there are no incidents at all of roving bands of paedos gang raping them en masse in playgrounds and so on.

What we have is we have bred a society where the weakest barrio kid from the slums of Sao Paolo is more street wise and survival ready than pretty much 99.9999% of the population in the west, and the very few we do have who aren’t a total loss are likely recent immigrants from rawer parts of the world.

It’s written on all of our faces everywhere.

So, a long diatribe to get to this bit, because it all lays the background to it.

Conversation with the mother of a 13 year old boy who looked out his bedroom window and saw just 30 feet away in full detail some crazed dude with a knife in the street slice himself up and get tazered by the po-po, to die, either from blood loss or the repeated tazering that everyone gets nowadays who isn’t totally placid, because the po-po too are fucking wimps…

Mommy is concerned the her little boy is traumatized by the whole thing.

Little boy is all WTF mum, seen ten times worse on youtube and playing call of duty online.

Little boy, 5th or 6th generation since those who tried to make everything safe and cotton wool after the war, he ain’t so far at all from being ready to be handed an AK or a machete and told to ice ten or a dozen to become a man and be part of the man’s army.

Because of my upbringing and history I’m more comfortable with that than I am with the current crop of wimps and snowflakes and SJW’s and so on.

Really, even if you like in the yess ess of a and own 73 guns already, but *especially* if you don’t, go out today and buy a proper heavy duty short chopping tool like the Condor parang above, even if all you ever do is go camping once in your life it’s worth it, if it’s a zombie apocalypse, it’s gonna be too late, even with amazon prime, you’ll be left with what you actually have… which WON’T be what you actually want or need.

 

May 9, 2017

Motorcycle life – part deux

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:12 pm

Further to a comment by Hans on the last post.

Back when I were a lad and 1% clubs were 1%, eg largely outlaw, I never had the slightest inclination to join, though I was asked several times if I wanted to prospect.

For me at least I did not see a patch, I saw a target that made me even easier to identify, and I didn’t see a band of brothers, I saw extra rules.

Back then the term for bikers like me as “lone wolf” which always sounded a bit pretentious, if asked I’d always say I was a loner.

Typically I was always on good friends terms with the local patch club(s) wherever I was, usually the older more senior guys, I guess from their perspective I wasn’t one of them, but I wasn’t one of the straights either.

This doesn’t mean it was all roses and mutual respect either, with *some* clubs for some places, there was an ethos that if you weren’t in the club you weren’t shit, and I could sit here and relate factual stories about people who are now respected old club greybeards, who I still remember from my youth as nothing more than dirty motorcycle thieves.

Like everything else, not all clubs were equal, and not all chapters were equal, and back then there was a bit of a recruiting drive so there was a bit of competition.

A lot of my attitudes hold over from back then, I  don’t mention clubs or chapters (regional areas of clubs) by name, I don’t talk about club business or members even if I know it, and a lot of this came from mutual respect from the best of them, even though that is a thing that has largely passed, 1% clubs in the 201x’s have little in common with 1% clubs in the 70’s, it stands to reason, the technology of the po-po has moved on.

It should also be stated for clarity that speaking entirely personally, I did not consider club members to be bikers, a biker rides where he wants when he wants and answers to no one, a club member riding into another club’s territory needed to observe the protocols, which wasn’t for me.

But, all that aside, part of the prospecting period went on getting you a decent set of wheels and getting you so you could ride it well and maintain it yourself, this was often done by building a bike from a scrap / crashed donor, in some clubs some times from a stolen donor, but the build process and the money you earned and put into it were part of the process, which was finished off with a hand engraved plaque stating property of etc.

Earning the money was something the club helped with, if you didn’t have a trade they’d find work for you, if necessary work that was illegal like drugs, but either way you worked enough to run a decent set of wheels and to pay your club dues.

Riding skills were taught too, you had to be able to keep with the pack and not wipe out and take out six other riders at the same time, and you also had to avoid breakdowns or accidents with cagers or attracting extra unwanted attention from the pigs.

Behaviour skills were taught too, if the club goes out for a ride and ends up talking to the po-po or the pub landlord etc, well, one guy had that job and that was pre-selected position, may or may not have been called a road captain, nobody else spoke and nobody else dealt, it has upsides, you pumped your own gas but never paid for it, so the man paid for it all, ensuring nobody rode off without paying, ensuring the citizen in the gas station had no issues with the club…

… of course there were other roles within the club to enforce adherence to all these behaviours, and if you’ve watched naff bikers films or worse still Sons of Arthritis (never seen it) you’ll be familiar with titles like enforcer, sergeant at arms, president, and so on.

So, while they were not in my terms “bikers like me” they were motorcycle clubs, and it was very very very true to say that a club coming to town and parking up was a lot like a mini custom motorcycle show all by itself, very very very few people were like me, in that I could park my bikes next to theirs and they would blend in, and if there had been an actual all comers custom motorcycle event, the club bikes would have been voted 1st, 2nd, 3rd, all the way down the line, not because “I’ll kill ya if ya vote for anything else” but because they were the best.

But they were NOT Sons of Arthritis shit, they were all pretty much hand made and built, and they all handled reasonably well, and everyone in the club could ride reasonably well, and these were matters of club pride. eg taken very very very fucking seriously indeed.

Fuck off great apes that you hung off might have been fine if you were a member of an informal motorcycle club like the national chopper club, if you were patch they got ripped out for some short flat bars and the rest of the bike suspension and steering got a work over too.

Invariably the patch club only ran the best and most expensive and most sticky and wore out fastest tyres.

I need to make this point very clearly, even the most ardent detractors of the 1% patch club scene, those that dismissed them as being not bikers, or being a criminal organisation or being a bunch of guys who sought safety in numbers, all agreed on one thing, the motorcycles defined the club, and everyone by the time they finished prospecting and got the full patch had a bike that was the envy of most, and could ride and maintain it better than most.

This was non negotiable.

Back in the 70’s when you were 200 miles from home and the oil bag split and started leaking on your old BSA chop you headed towards town and the nearest pub with all the patch bikers outside, someone there could hook you up with someone who had some brazing kit, it would cost you a few beers and you could buy some weed and you’d get the job done for about the same as a traditional motorcycle mechanic if they had been open, or you could get a wheel re-laced or any other running repairs you needed.

However I do know what Hans is talking about, and while the turkistan bike club with zero bikes but any drugs or whore you want is an extreme example, it’s not a million fucking miles from the truth either.

I remember an except from last summer, I’m at this indy bike mechanic and there is a guy there from a patch club, as we’d say back in the early 80’s if you looked at him he was “straight outta easyriders magazine” and we’re talking and he keeps looking at me, you see, I’m not paying him, or more importantly the patch, the respect he feels it deserves, I’m just talking like he is some guy, and he is looking at me wondering who this guy is.

I’m not intimidated, *I* don’t have a fucking target on my back, and respect is fucking earned, and the days of the patch club are numbered, you’re already “less” than you used to be, and that is not your fault, you can only recruit from the general population, and the raw material just ain’t there.

When I was a young man you couldn’t ride 100 miles without tripping over your dick and seeing some patch guys out for a ride (often the ride would have some purpose that involved money) but the last time I saw a group or gang out was about three years ago at a service station in wales, and I look and watch, sure enough some nice bikes, but nobody standing around watching everyone is behaving, everyone paid for their own fuel, and I really really hate to use the terms or invoke this, but there was no quasi military feel to the whole thing, and that is what has changed in 40 years.

In the 80’s the prospects would have stepped up to the pumps (only one row, leaving the rest of the station free) and been gas monkey for everyone else, someone else would have taken munchie and drinks orders and done that, someone else would stand over the filled and parked bikes while people made toilet breaks, and maybe two out of the 40 or 50 would actually have gone into the gas station.

Then someone would be going over everyone and their bike after fuelling, you good to go? tyre pressures ok? oil ok? gassed up? everyone here? (something the original mad max got almost right, where’s johnny the boy… prospect if ever there was one) does everyone know where the next stop is, and the A and B alternates if shit hits the fan?

These guys in wales, if I had *wanted* to talk to them, I had no idea who to walk up to, because *nobody* was running perimeter security, and I’m sorry, but if you ain’t even got that shit right, then you’re just a bunch of guys, and you just threw away the one thing that made patch life attractive, blood is thicker than water.

I see this too, the new breed, they’re walking around hyper, looking for offence to take, the old school, sweet fuck all to prove to anyone, the patch was the definitive evidence that they had already done all the proving they ever needed to do, much like an old school british para, he didn’t care if you’d had 11 pints and your mates had convinced you that you could be as hard as him, yeah, you’re probably right son, why you fucking with an old guy like me instead of feeling up that beautiful girl you walked in with?

Today people look at me, kick ass harley and I’m not out every opportunity riding it, and when I do like yesterday it’s a 30/40 mile solo ride just to blow the cobwebs out and keep the motor used, and can’t understand why I’m not doing more of this or that or the other.

I already done it all son, and back when the doing was good, not like today where it all sucks, and everything is not what it used to be or says on the tin, where the primary descriptor of a motorcycle club is everyone rides decent bikes well.

Back then it really was a way of life (AWOL) and literally everything else in your life hung off or was subservient to the fact that you rode a motorcycle, a good motorcycle, that you rode well and ate miles on.

I don’t bemoan the clubs of 2017 for not being like the clubs in the 70’s, it simply isn’t possible, technological changes makes that true, if everyone had been walking around with smartphone cameras and gps triangulation google location history and CCTV and ANPR and the po-po having data at their instant fingertips 24/7 and on and on and on and on, hell, 99.9% at least of what I did back then was undetected, today I’d be real lucky to achieve 50%, so the shit i’d get caught for would go from 0.1% to 50% which is 500 times as much.

And it wasn’t all trivial motoring shit either.

You see a bunch of local white guys riding around in their sons of arthritis patches, well, even if they have a corrupt inside line on the po-po and do the po-po’s dirty work on the side, they aren’t much, they can’t be, in the information age it ain’t possible (all those welsh guys used their own plastic to pay for their own fuel, that and google maps and phone records and triangulation etc.. bang to rights bro…) which does leave the exception that Hans speaks about, those who aren’t in the system or those who the system studiously ignored because to do otherwise would be rayciss or against state political ethos…. not many controls on them…

And because they aren’t old school, no in club enforcers to make them toe the line and not bring shit down on the club and no wildcatting and no individual entrepreneurship and none of that jazz.

Whatever nuanced or biased shit you wanted to say about and against old school 1% patch clubs, they were at the least MOTORCYCLE clubs at heart, nobody would deny that, and that brought with it a certain level of discipline and character and limitations, not that Joe Public would agree that any of these were good characteristics, but they were there.

Take away the pre-requisite for a first class hand built bike that you could ride and maintain yourself, well, and you dilute it, by the time you get down to the point that a stolen twist and go scooter and some guy on the back with a hatchet is all it takes, you’ve taken away all the internal discipline and all the inherent limitations.

What you have left is animals who may or may not use two wheels as an ocassional form of transport… when those animals are off the radar and off the computer system rapefugees and sand niggers and orks… well…

This does not mean the old 1% clubs are gone, there are still some out there that try to stay true to the old ways, that try to stay true to the old standards, but like all of us they have also learned the survival value of being much lower profile, but the flip side of that is the old lifestyle that was part and parcel of the whole thing, whether that was being hardcore 1% patch club member or an independent lone biker, is long gone, and it ain’t coming back, ever.

For me the worrying thing about comments like Hans’ is this, the label on the tin no longer matches what is in the tin, what used to be in the tin pretty much stayed in the tin, if you don’t want you hand chewed off don’t stick it in the tin, nowadays what’s in the tin is toxic and it wants to get out, and none of the old or new checks and balances are in place.

In the old days in case of a zombie apocalypse I wouldn’t have headed to town or the army base or anywhere else, I’d have headed for the nearest genuine old school 1% patch club, 95% of them would have been ex military and the club was basically the military without any generals to send them over the top, so inside their compound is as safe as it gets, and in the old days I’d have been allowed in too…lol

Nowadays I’m out of the loop, so I literally have no idea if it would still be a good strategy, I suspect not, in any event, I’m outta the loop so I wouldn’t be welcome… perhaps more tellingly they just don’t have the numbers any more, and in the days of google earth and digital comms there are no more “off the radar” remote farms that nobody knows about except club members and very close associates, so I’d probably be eaten by the zombies while fruitlessly searching for them, which makes any question of them being sanctuary moot.

Back in the 70’s, the 1% outlaw patch clubs weren’t so much outlaws, as people who had had enough of the shit and hypocrisy of society, usually after having served abroad in the armed forces, and then returning home to be thrown on the scrap heap and ostracised by everyone for what they did abroad in the name of everyone back home, so they were not outlaws so much as people trying to live outside the laws, if they could do that without breaking laws so be it, they never cares about YOU adhering to YOUR laws, or even YOu adhering to THEIR rules, the two were different, and live and let live would have suited them fine.

The fact is that even back then society was so controlled that living by their laws meant breaking some of “ours”, so they did attract po-po attention, and of course some individuals went further than that, which tarred everyone with the same brush, anyone with a set of old hand made leathers on a hard tail chop was a “Hell’s Angel” to Joe Public the minute the po-po or press started talking about them…

Today those levels of control are a fond and distant memory.

Today simply being a “prepper” or “french first in france” is enough to be targeted by the state, try and be an old school outlaw biker and shortly you’ll be behind bars for a very long time, meanwhile those who the system will not track, the rapefugees and orks, are given free rein.

They don’t have the same attitude to the straights and Joe Public as the old school 1%ers did, they don’t even have the same attitude as the worst of the outlaw club scene did that preyed on certain members of Joe Public and society, the very worst of the old school outlaw bikers would be ridiculed by the new non motorcycling crew who ride around on twist and go mopeds with hatchets and battery power disk grinders under all the CCTV and everything else helping themselves to whatever they want from whoever they want, and if you dare to say anything about it, not only will they target you next, so will your own state, for being a rayciss asshole.

August 10, 2014

Monitoring – the thermometer isn’t the temperature.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:18 pm

At best, a thermometer is an *indicator* of temperature, in ideal circumstances, it’s fairly accurately calibrated, but either way, it’s the temperature of the fluid *inside* the thermometer that is being indicated.

Nevertheless, if you have a thermometer, you’ll glance at it now and again, and reassure yourself that it hasn’t moved, or moved much at least.

We monitor everything, current bank balance, how many miles to home, phone battery level, it’s what we do as humans, we monitor.

Bitch has been online practically all day today, bitch hasn’t messaged *me* for a fucking week though, we monitor…. bitch is talking to *some* fucker, just not me.

Depending on our predilection and the subject in question and various other factors, we will tend to go either glass full or glass empty imaginary scenarios, based on the monitoring…   I heard a funny story about someone, a keen aquarist, so he got the gadget that would report the tank temperature to his mobile phone via sms every hour or so, and more frequently if the temperature strayed outside a couple of degrees range, so his girlfriend feeds the fish or something, end up removing the thermometer and laying it on top of the tank, under the halogen light, he thought the house was burning down, no other way to explain the tank being at 70 degrees Celsius.

In short, we monitor, and we mainly monitor to reassure ourselves that that thing hasn’t changed much, with a side order of it is does change, we caught the winds of change early.

The morning ritual, coffee, smoke, check zerohedge, check baltic dry index, check price of gold, check brent crude, check google news, check emails, check facebook, and so on… I just described an amazing quantity and variety of people.

And yet, it’s the thermometer conundrum, the thermometer is indicating the temperature of the fluid inside the thermometer itself, cue hilarity about tropical fish guy who thought his house was burning down, but every other day when the temperatures indicated were normal any number of things could have happened, that the thermometer would not have noted… neighbours house burning down, being robbed, water leak in the attic flooding the house…

These things we monitor, they are not just indicators, rather than the real thing, they are by definition lagging indicators, there is no advance warning… and yet we still monitor them, because it is our nature, and each individual glance at a thing such as latest zerohedge headlines only takes a moment.

When I was a small boy there was a “sold everything” shop down in the village by the beach, one of the things it sold was a small wooden donkey, it was sold as a weather predictor, donkey’s tail is wet = it’s raining, donkey’s tail is out sideways = it’s blowing a gale, donkey’s tail has fallen off = earthquake.. I found it funny at the time and still do.

The donkey was also a lagging indicator, the problem is, we want leading indicators, and the problem with that, is there are none, as such…

Sure, birds and wild animals bugger off prior to a seismic event, but here’s the rub, we aren’t that sure why, and it isn’t *much* prior, it’s a matter or minutes or hours, not days or weeks or months or years… they are just picking up subtle cues that we are missing… they are monitoring different indicators…

I was in a place that had a 6.9 quake once, with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, everyone got a bit tetchy and short tempered the day before, but then again, they were here a couple of days ago before the weather broke and the storm rolled in.. tough getting the right things to monitor.

I myself have been predicting a house price crash as *inevitable*, I’ve been saying it every year since 1995, when our seaside extended end of terrace 7 bedroom house sold for an insane 70k, and the more normal 3 bed family home opposite sold for 45k, and it has gone up every year, that 45k house just sold for 225k.. 19 years in a row prices have been going up, and no sign of the crash I was, and still am, saying is inevitable.

I was monitoring the ratio between the price of the house, and the true local average working man’s annual salary…. which by 1995 had gotten to the point that the traditional house price, or to be more specific, house mortgage upper limit = 3.5 times annual salary, had been significantly exceeded…… sure, wages have doubled since 1995, big deal, 225k / 45k  = 5… so 5/2 = 2.5, houses are 2.5 times as UN-affordable now as they were back in ’95 when I started predicting the end.

Hey, a stopped clock is right twice a day, and as someone who has been making the same UN-fulfilled prediction for 19 years now…

But then again, for all it’s faults, the humble thermometer is at least reading / indicating something, but the alleged reading matey gets via SMS, well, that’s no longer a direct reading is it, it’s just electronic hearsay.

Boots on the ground yourself in Mosul / Donetsk / Gaza, that’s a direct reading, here is a photo of putin shooping down an airplane, no here is a photo of the alleged downed by putin airplane, but the number don’t match, who knows, it’s all just electronic hearsay, and electronic hearsay is only one byte away from electronic heresy.

If you do a literal translation of photo-grafia it comes out as painting with light, a beautiful and apt description, especially in this digital age.

Even with JUST using my Canon digital camera, and JUST using the RAW image processing features in ACDSee Pro 7, nota bene, this specifically *excludes* everything you know as “editing” or “retouching” or “airbrushing”, I can transform what the camera saw, which was itself an analog of the real scene, into something that looks quite quite different…. but hey, I personally was there, I personally took the photo and experienced that act, and I personally do the RAW editing and experience that act, and I attempt to make the whole process relevant to the experience I had initially with my eyes, thinking, that will make a nice pic…

I then put that photo on the internet, and all that is lost, you can only see the pixels you can see.

I use my work smartphone camera all day every day at work, I’ll take 20 or 30 snaps a day, once a week I’ll get a horribly blurry and out of focus one, and being digital, all these photos are taken with zero effort and zero cost, go on OKC, every single photo says uploaded with iphone or android OKC app, and yet, 50% of them are as blurred or out of focus or low quality as the one bad one a week I take, and yet, *this* is the photo that person chooses to upload.

Sure, I get the whole I don’t wanna upload pics of myself because I always look fucking ugly in every pic I take of myself scene, which is why when I have to upload a mugshot of myself for such purposes, I always use the same one, a pic I took maybe 3 years ago now, on a nice summer’s day on the farm, me in a shirt and tie, head and shoulders selfie from the side, in focus, well lit, well composed.

I don’t *like* it as a pic of myself, but then I don’t like any pics of myself, I got a lot of sympathy for the whole photo-steals-my-soul thing, but nevertheless it is  *fair* and *representative* pic of me…. frankly I think it is a thousand times better than the “just got out of 3 years in Belsen with severe jaundice” photo booth pics on my driving licence and suchlike, they could be anybody, except me..lol

But to use any of these photos, as many people do, as something to watch, to monitor their life and progress….. we’re back to the tropical fish guy.

Speaking personally, my daily ritual includes ZH, and a quick skim of the DM website, to see which millionaire just got convicted of historical sex crimes today (funny how nobody remembers historical sex crimes by people who don’t have a pot to piss in and can’t be sued) and to see which wimminz got a slap on the wrist for “having sex” with a minor when if it had been a man it would have been a sick paedo jailed for rape, and to watch the latest house price hype, buy now, while you still can, roll up, roll up… and I check the fucking sites, and I check goog video and news.

Speaking of which, google the “uniengine valley benchmark”, 350 mb free download, impressive…

But these checks and monitoring, I tire of them increasingly daily, it’s an echo chamber, not an AEWS, hell, even the birds fleeing from an earthquake are fleeing for some cue that already happened, it’s just they picked up on it, you didn’t.

I’ve talked elsewhere about the camera guy and the sound guy filming the lions (use the site search if you like) and that is the essence of it, not being tail end charlie when the pack is in pursuit on the hunt, but being realistic, none of these checks and monitoring helps.

In fact, quite the opposite, I’m so busy watching *these* remote thermometer readings, I’m not out there seeing all the others.

Now, an intermission.

I want to talk about libido, the sex drive.

I’m in my fifties, so obviously mine is far lower than it was when I was 16, I have also come to observe that genetically and hereditary wise, I appear to be following the norm for my line, mid fifties and my sex drive falls off a cliff, sure, my head still runs in certain ruts, but we are talking spontaneous throbbing hardons here, and I have no real reason to suspect it is all down to some as yet undiagnosed health or dietary or environmental issue, I think I’m just getting past it.

I used that last phrase deliberately, “getting past it”, because again, it is something we monitor, and the phrase is derogatory, something wrong with you old man.

Hey, plop a 16 year old virgin with a hot body in my bed and I will fuck that bitch senseless six times a night, no viagra, I just can’t be assed chasing after that bitch any more.

And why should I, I’m in my mid fifties, the reproductive urge *should* be tailing off, or it is going to take away from energies used to keep me alive and sane and safe and healthy in my last years on the planet.

If you’re in your thirties, this is an anathema, but then again, if you are in your thirties, you’re high on drugs, just because your own body is producing them doesn’t change that.

Testosterone, or whatever it is that is responsible for the male sex urge, is like fucking beer googles, exactly like beer goggles, even leaving aside the differential in sexual attractiveness of a given wimminz X, depending on whether you have fucked her in the past or not, I can verify my feeling when I look at skanks on the fucking sites or OKC today, with looking at pics and home porno video I took of ex’s…

I can tell you in all honesty, I can look today at naked pics I took in 2005 of skanks who were in their early twenties then, and slim, and it is like looking at a pic of a classic E-type, yeah, I can see the attraction in the lines and all that, I can see how others might like it and all that, but it doesn’t *move* ME the way it once did.

As a monitoring system, it’s interesting, the aquarium thermometer isn’t sending me an SMS saying “23.7 degrees Celsius” any more, it’s sending me an SMS that says “Meh…”

To be clear, two early 20’s students just walked past my window, skimpy summer dresses, wind blowing their hair, I’m alert to it, yeah, I’d fuck both of them in all their holes in a threesome in a fucking heartbeat, but… but only if it is handed to me on a plate, I am not making any effort… that particular aspect of the sex drug in me has worn off.

In some strange way, the monitoring of house prices waiting for the inevitable crash, (LRFH) or monitoring ZH or the baltic dry index or the situation in Donetsk / Gaza / Mosul, it’s all gone the same way, I can remember giving a shit, you know, but I am at the point where the effort of clicking the mouse to go look at a bookmark is greater than the reward I get from reading that page 0.09 seconds later when it loads.

Meh

Maybe that “meh” attitude is in itself a cue, one that I am missing, that I should be heading south for the winter, or away from the coming quake, or whatever.

Meanwhile around me in real life, for values of real life that include the consideration that one definition of modern civilisation is that stupidity and sloth is no longer punished with death, as a side function of my own advancing years, more and more of those people who I know, or knew, as individual human beings are dying, or suffering serious health issues, or are seeing their lives go to hell in a handcart.

And I am all Meh to that too.

So “Don” is dying, and I can remember his girls being born, and now they are skanks, hmm, possibly worth a fuck, I dunno, ain’t seen em in years, hell it’s warm and wet, but then again they are old enough to have daughter that must be coming up on puberty, LRFH… I don’t care any more.

And I have said that before too, people talk about love and hate being powerful things, like a drug user talking about acid and speed being powerful things, mind expanding man, hey, I’ve done em all, and since experienced shit that made acid and speed seem like a nice cup of tea, and the realisation that the implacability of Nature, as regards to you as an individual, is such a huge thing, comparing merely human emotions/drugs like love and hate to them is like comparing sitting in your room watching the rain to being out on the ocean on a small boat, seriously wondering not so much if you will live to see the dawn, as whether the next wave rushing out of the darkness (no, not like a freight train, nothing so puny and timid and weak) is going to do for you.

And that’s what Meh is, it’s the implacability of nature in human form, snake eyes, watching you watching the remote thermometer readings, wonder if I’ll have time to fuck your grand-daughter up the ass before the big one hits, or more likely, wondering if when actually presented with the opportunity, I just go Meh, I got other fish to fry.

Monitoring the lowering levels of “need to fuck some hawt skank” drug in my system, or rather the apparent effect of an apparent downturn in dosage, I don’t feel the need to go out and buy some and skin up and have to toke and get my levels back up to “normal”

I don’t “miss” that drug, the highs were great, but fuck me it was expensive in so many other ways…. story of my life man… lol

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No names and no pack drill.

Got at least one (three I can think of, lol) readers some of this may resonate with, hey, back in the day I used to drink too, fuck me I was good at it, handled it like a motherfucker, I did everything everyone else did, better than them too, worked drove fucked ran a business made money, I just did it while drinking like a Russian who just ate his own dog.

Hey, even at the time, I knew what I was doing, Dave would drink a litre of Smirnoff blue a day, and then go out drinking, me and Dave understood each other, it was a fucking anaesthetic.

The fucking anaesthetic was just as useless a drug as the fucking pain that led to it, just as useless as the need to fuck some hawt skank drug and all the rest.

Put it all side, let the pain work its natural course instead of going down that road that is not a million miles from the “erectile dysfunction, must take viagra” because you know, there is something *wrong* with you, no there isn’t, it’s supposed to hurt, it’s supposed to change you, it’s supposed to fuck you up, and ONLY IF YOU LET IT, while retaining your faculties, do you get through the other side.

The other side is Meh, it’s a vast tranquil sea, and us Meh types are bobbing around on it on our inflatable sun loungers just chilling, there is a monster tsunami coming, see me surf that fucker on my lilo motherfucker..  oh no, you won’t, ya”ll will already be dead, monitoring your fucking fish tank temperatures.

watch the whole video, it gets better and better as time passes

June 6, 2014

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Cardguy.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 9:30 pm

Yeah, it’s the height of bad taste to talk about actual individuals in the man-os-fear, but fuck it, I never claimed to have any taste, and this isn’t about him, per se, but about how he got run over by the bus when he was on the way to buy some smokes.

The internet is an interesting phenomenon, because nowadays it means literally anyone can become what we used to call “ops”, eg god in their own little fucking domain.

This hasn’t really been possible in the past, even if you were a crazed and powerful baron back in the day, you couldn’t control what one serf in your stables said to another.

Now, with the internet, you can.

Being an early, very early, adopter, I have seen all this shit from day one, and I was always left with the lasting impression that you could tell more about a site/domain/forum/etc and who ran it by looking at who got banned for life, than by anything else you could possibly look at.

This hasn’t changed, because of course human nature hasn’t changed in the last 25 or 35 years, shit that went down on dial up BBS’s in the 80’s is going down in the exact same way today on the www.

I wish I had a dollar for every time I have seen someone I didn’t necessarily agree with or admire, but who I would quite happily have a beer with and lend a 20 to, knowing I would get it back, get banned for life from someplace for some heinous crime that by any real metric was far less severe than what many others did routinely, and never even got a warning for, but of course, *those* posters were in the cabal.. TINC…lol

See, I *will* judge a man, or any other fucker, by how they treat the below minimum wage cunt slinging their burger, the person with no ability or authority whatsoever to do or say dick back to you.

“My network, my rules” is the claim lots of these cunts make, and while there is a certain grain of truth to that in some cases, these cases are never the ones that these cunts are claiming, it ain’t a fucking network, there ain’t a bunch of family or friends or employees depending on the smooth running of the resource, it is, like this shit right here, a purely personal thing.

Here, I will delete spam, because it is completely off topic, and I will delete comments from wimminz, because I have no interest in what some feminazi skank ho says, cunt can use her own website to spout off, and I will delete comments that are just abuse, because there is zero valid intellectual content.

Barring that, I won’t delete, you can take a 100% diametrically opposed on every level attitude, and I’ll leave it up, fact is I get almost none like that, but that is another story.

I started http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/index.php because I wondered if the time had yet come, it is still as quiet as a morgue while places that cater to the sheeple like roosh et al are rammed.

I started it because I was a participant in a now quite ancient experiment by Bruce Perens, doing the exact same thing, with the exact same results so far… but I wanted to differ from Bruce’s experiment in making it so I wasn’t the head honcho, splitting myself and my own innate personal human nature from the controls of the ship.

What happens? It is still quiet as a morgue, but there isn’t a single poster there that I wouldn’t sink a few beers with or lend a 20 to… I couldn’t quite say that about the posters on Bruce’s experiment, nearly, but not quite.

See, there is a lot of discussion and hot air and opinionating about various forms of government, there is democracy, representative democracy, parliamentary democracy, proportional representation, monarchy, autocracy, oligarchy.

Interestingly the one alternative that is never even mentioned, except in rare instances where it is invoked as the worst of all possible scenarios, and also I believe partly because nobody actually understands what it is, is what runs Men Going Their Own Way dot Net, and to a lesser extent this place.

Anarchy.

Just as there are various forms of democracy, there are various forms of Anarchy, MGTOW.net is a benevolent anarchy, this place is an autocratic anarchy, and the fundamental rules of both are the same.

Do what the fuck you please, and give others that same right.

Sure, the absolute numbers over at MGTOW.net right now are small, BUT, there have been over 800 posts, all of them made by fiercely independent and old school masculine men, and despite the lack of any apparent rules http://men-going-their-own-way.net/constitution.html not one single posting has been objectionable, and I don’t mean in a live and let live so the guy is entitled to his opinions, even if I do happen to think he is a cunt for saying that thing, I mean nobody is shooting their mouth off.

Cardguy wasn’t shooting his mouth off on Roosh’s doorstep, this is the fucking nature of the human psyche, you and dick and harry  wanna talk about the fucking world cup in Brazil, my mind does the whole word association football thing and I go hey, that reminds me of this Brasilian chick I was banging way back when, Solange was her name, and that ain’t hijacking shit, that’s called being human.

People are afraid of anarchy because they have been taught that is paedogeddon and every other nightmare you ever had wrapped up in one, if the power goes off and the lights go out, people say, it will be anarchy, bad anarchy, for their is no other type, mass rapings and lootings and murdeings.

And yet, when you give Anarchy a place, like MGTOW.net, the truth is the behaviour is *more* civilised than anywhere else.

Lots of historical events you can’t talk to anyone, the fuckers are all dead, long gone, but Bosnia is a recent one in Europe, and people will call it anarchy, but it wasn’t, in fact if you can find someone who gives examples of people spontaneously treating each other in a civilised manner, that is the anarchy, but it wasn’t allowed to flourish, because too many other people were playing power games.

Anarcho-syndicalist communes aren’t anarchy either, for true anarchy you can only have individuals, no groups, today we call them flashmobs, back in the day we called it woodstock, or the equivalent.

Anarchy is also called chaos, but nobody really understands what that means either, the way the rain hits the ground or waves break or breezes blow and certain molecules happen to get inhaled by you, while other nearby ones do not, these are all chaotic systems, and who would argue that standing in a field and breathing free air is in any way inferior to breathing through a pipe in the vacuum of space or underwater?

Sure, breathing though a pipe is more controlled, and you can adjust the gas mix, and not be aware of the smell from your mate who just farted, but is this superior?

Linux is anarchic, it is chaotic in many ways, does this make it inferior to MacOS or Windows?

Mathematics and Language are anarchic, or rather, they were, back when speech was free, if indeed it ever was outside of an anarchic enclave like MGTOW.net.

Human breeding was anarchic and chaotic, before we had rules about who could fuck who, and then more rules about who could see their kids, and then more rules about medication and health (not just medicine making those who would have died live long enough to breed, try letting a child die a natural death from a severe injury and see what happens to you) and rules about where you can go, what you can do, what you can look at, what you can say, and even what you can think.

I can say the Earth is flat, I can say that aliens live in volcano’s and we all need to channel our inner thetans, but if I say there was no Holocaust as described or if I say sex or marriage with a 12 year old should be legal, or if I say I will not give you the password to my own property, my encrypted files, then I will be taken off and thrown into prison.

Because, you see, otherwise we would have “Anarchy”

I do not, for one instant, claim that in a true anarchy everyone is an altruist, you will still get the odd psycho, we have them anyway, anarchy or not, so no difference there… the difference is the first person who chooses to do so can just kill them, then get on with whatever they were doing, and the differnce is the state could not kill and enslave the rest of us, in the name of protecting us from those who they do not protect is from, not even one iota, while taking all our freedoms.

Back  in the days before internet search engines there were web-rings, each site dealing with, for example, model trains, would have link back and forwards in the chain to the next model train site on the web ring.

One of the beauties of the internet back in those days was that you COULD NOT KNOW what was out there, you couldn’t “go and look”, you could just stumble across shit by accident.

You’d book mark pages that other people had put up, a collection of links to stuff that they had found that you thought was cool, and of course, dead links abounded, shit didn’t last, hosting was expensive and / or severely limited in capacity… you were rocking if you had a 14.4 k full duplex hayes modem and a hosting account with a whole megabyte of disk space, and no server scripting resources, static hard coded html buddy… of course as the years passed things got bigger.

just for shits and giggles I just looked at some of my archives from 2000, an entire hotel website, which wasn’t just cutting edge for the day, but which frankly is better than almost anything you can find live today, 3.7 megabytes, still works perfectly, total home page including graphics… 17 kilobytes…. an entire online holiday enquiry booking and reservation site, in the year 2000 mind you… 18.9 megabytes, that’s including all the php and cgi and talking to the bank computers directly code.

£1.50 a week will now buy you 10 gig of SSD disk space, 10 unique domains, 20 databases, 25 processes, 100 email accounts and 512 meg of dedicated ram, and 500 gig of monthly bandwidth…

Anybody can be a Roosh, a Bill, a Nacho, etc etc etc… or one of the sheeple that bleat in unison, safety in numbers, one of the herd, not one of the pack…. https://wimminz.wordpress.com/?s=pack+animals

In other words, for £1.50 a week anyone can be too fucking TIMID to stand on their own two feet as an individual, yeah kids, it’s always run what ya brung, for free, at big daddy’s drag strip, provided y’all ain’t packin more’n 100 cubic inches that is, and nothing lighter than 2,500 lbs, cos only big daddy can run the shitcan mustang with the 350 cid, and lightened by all the rust that falls out every run, cos big daddy is king of this heah dragstrip, ya hear…

I started this out by saying you could tell all you needed to know about a site by who they kicked out, and that is true, but the flipside is also, often, not always, but often true, the collective IQ of the place drops a couple of notches when that person leaves…

 

 

October 10, 2013

Come on feel the noise…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:49 pm

There is reality, and there are dreams.

99% of the human population, and 100% of the wimminz, prefer dreams to reality.

Dreams are “Yeah, I know if I tell the bitch what I am really thinking I stand a 0% chance of getting laid, so I’ll PLAY THE GAME” .. which in other words is marketing.

Meanwhile the reality is “Bitch, if your lifetime cock count exceeds three, OR you have kids by another man, you are at best pump and dump cum bucket material, game over”

Had a skank today tell me she was pissed because she spent years trying to work and pay her way and raise her kids alone after her divorce, and she was always fucking broke.

Said to her, what the fuck did you expect, what the fuck did you think was the purpose of destroying the male work environment by bringing in wimminz and making them “equal”, divide and conquer the family.

Where the fuck have all the good men gone, y’all fucking killed em off, because the only thing that kept a good man good was having a wife and kids at home to be responsible for and to put a roof over their fucking heads, take that away….

Dreams are my ideal man is six foot four with a cock like a pony and earns enough to buy a new Ferrari every year.

Reality is DNA

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2451460/AMANDA-PLATELL-In-new-Bridget-Jones-toyboys-wild-romps.html

Like she says…

Like Bridget, I did consider joining a dating agency. I went for an interview, where they try to find out what you’re looking for in a man and what you have to offer. ‘Gaah!’ as Bridget would say.

I don’t do fat men, I told the Dating Lady. It’s one thing growing old and podgy with your husband of 25 years, but unthinkable that romance could begin at 51 with a Pavarotti double.

Age range 45 to 60, I told her, and a real 60, not a fibbing octogenarian with a wig.

Race? Don’t care. Religion? Ditto. Wealth? I just want someone at home in his own skin who has a job he enjoys – for all I care he could be a carpenter, I lied.

Dating Lady put down her pen and said: ‘You’re not giving me much to go by here to match you up. Tell me what your dream man would be.’

So I said he’d be a successful business-man in his mid-50s, divorced two years ago. He and his wife had drifted apart after the children grew up.

He was about to tell her he wanted a divorce when she told him she’d fallen madly in love with a millionaire and didn’t want a penny of his money. They parted as friends and he kept the house and his pension.

Dating Lady said that as a potential dating pool of men, it was the size of a goldfish bowl.

Straight from the whore’s mouth… and look at her hands boys…

But the dating bitch was only half right, the potential dating pool is the size of a goldfish bowl, but the pool of wimminz chasing the contents of that goldfish bowl is the size of the pacific, and all the fucking ice caps are about to melt too.

some of the comments are good.

JohnAnderson, Cambridge, United Kingdom, 10 hours ago

Maybe the problem is that they find out you’ve written several chronically insecure, self-pitying, attention-seeking articles in a national paper about the lengthy list of men you’ve racked up.

Weeg, Sapientia Urbs Conditur, United Kingdom, 12 hours ago

most of us want someone around our own age, who is single, sexy and solvent, – So still looking for that meal ticket? Luckily men of that age (like me) have learnt sense and so avoid women like you like the plague. Indeed all men of your age want is just sex as well. Red arrow away ladies.

VisceralRage, London, United Kingdom, 12 hours ago

Women of Amanda’s generation have brought their relationship failures upon themselves and it seems women from the younger generations are only going to follow in their footsteps.

Right here we can see reality vs dreams, she still has the dreams, and the (male) commenter’s have the reality.

The thing about reality vs dreams is sooner or later reality comes around and kicks you in the teeth, and the longer you avoid it the harder the kicking you get.

Miz (sic) Platell’s kicking has barely fucking started, with the spaghetti monster’s grace she has another 30 or 40 years of it to go.

And let us not forget that this bitch is at the apex of what wimminz can achieve, for 99.999% of the female population things are much much much worse.

Miz Platell don’t exactly look good as it is, but just imagine what the bitch would look like if she was living on benefits and had to dress herself for £20 out of Primark / Wal-Mart

But the fact is even if she was stood up in fifty bucks worth of clothes and makeup and shoes all in, she would still be worth it ****IF****  what she brought to the table was an offer to do the housework, do the laundry, do the cooking, be a lady in the street and a whore in the bedroom, and to be 100% loyal and obedient to me.

THEN she’d be a valuable commodity able to choose her man, but no, dreams still get in the way of reality, even a pretty good reality with only the odd bone of contention, the dreams will always win with these cunts.

They have never fucking grown up.

Platell is 50-something going on 3…

They never grew up cos nobody ever made em..

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2451464/The-REAL-reason-grown-women-like-wont-leave-home-And-parents-beware-make-blood-boil.html

DMJ just did a piece about testosterone, I don’t agree with all his conclusions, and personally I think he is a bloody fool to dose himself with the shit, in exactly the way I was as a younger man when I would quite happily imbibe any mind altering drug handy… address the issue by stopping doing whatever is lowering your testosterone, and starting doing whatever you are not doing that would boost it…. I’m reminded of one smart female doctor who got cancer, so the other doctors wanted to do chemo and irradiate her lymph nodes with X rays, her response was that her cancer wasn’t caused by a fucking lack of X rays, so how would X rays cure it, so she plowed her own furrow and it went into remission, plus she never had any of the consequences of chemo.

But the real point is in this article he links to Heartiste’s then and now photo essay, and points out how none of the then guys look like faggots, and all of the now ones do…

The “then” guys fucking worked motherfucking hard for a living.

When you spend 30 years of your life clenching your jaw and squinting your eyes to get through the WORKING day, y’all end up with one of those faces.

As an aside here I think DMJ has (apparently) bought the blue pill on testosterone, it isn’t a macho chemical or an aggression chemical or a misogynistic chemical, it is just one necessary chemical in a soup that is a human being, and like all the other necessary chemicals it has to be in balance.

There are LOTS of suspects for the change in then and now, then nothing came wrapped in pthalate containing plastic packaging, who is to say what is the cause, or even if it is any one thing?

I know of absolutely NO substance that can induce, all by itself, just by administering it, violence or rage or aggression in 100% of subjects.

I know of absolutely no substance (I am not a biochemist) that is a catalysts and ALL BY ITSELF produces any kind of change in 100% of subjects, every single thing I know of interacts with something else, and it is THAT which kills you.

Slipping back into engineering for a minute.

Our bodies have a natural reaction to acids, whether it is vinegar in a cut in your mouth or battery acid on your hands, and this reaction is 100% down to evolution, we have since we became swamp things that crawled out of the primeval oceans, become adapted to exposure to acids.

The opposite of acid is alkali, and one we all know of is sodium hydroxide, or caustic soda or lye.

While acids are fucking everywhere in nature, you can’t mine caustic soda anywhere, it doesn’t grow on trees, it isn’t produced by animals eating and shitting, so it is no wonder that the human body has no defences against it.

If I pour a strong acid on your hands it will burn. ouch!

If I pour a strong alkali on your hands it won’t burn or hurt (initially) it will just feel slimy and slippery… that is your flesh literally disintegrating.. the incredible melting man…

So basically, because we have been exposed to acids for millions of years, we have developed reactions to acids, because we have not been exposed to alkalis, we haven’t developed reactions, and most shop bought fruit and seeds are “washed” in sodium hydroxide, because it peels the outer layer and kills every mother fucking thing on that apple…..

mmmmm, nice juicy shiny apple, which again looks nothing like an apple eaten 100 years ago, then and now…. when I was a boy it was rare, but you COULD bite into an apple and get a mouth full of moth fruit-worm, I talk to people who are 25 or less and they literally do not know what the fuck I am talking about, so strong has been the supermarket buying power in produce production…

They are also usually wholly against cloning, but quite happy to eat a banana, and every banana ever sold in a western supermarket is a clone…  again, that is a last century only phenomenon.

It doesn’t matter what the disease was, but only a couple of centuries ago a disease was identified because people who used one well in London died, and those who used surrounding wells didn’t, my dad (as an apprentice) put running water into my grandparents house, so again, running water in the house, there is another difference between then and now, and don’t forget, running water = central supply.

Before DNA was discovered, it was still there, doing its thing.

Before Atoms and Elements were discovered, they were still there, doing their thing.

We can look back and say how quaint, how primitive, how uncivilised, fancy using leeches to drain the ichors and humours, even if it was an advance on fire water earth and air, but nevertheless in *many* cases these barbaric practices continued for one reason and one reason only.

They worked often enough to get used again.

Somewhere, with some of the ancient practices and rituals and beliefs, there was often a grain of scientific truth, a grain of reality.

Today we have essentially two groups of people.

Those who think science probably knows at least 75% of everything these is to know on any given subject.

Those who think any given subject is un-knowable because we are not God.

That hasn’t changed, then and now, back then they thought they knew 75% of alchemy, which is who many tried to transmute lead into gold etc.

Then we learned it was impossible.

Then we learned you could do it, a few atoms at a time, at great expense and depending largely on random subatomic collisions.

In my own humble opinion, if the sum total of knowledge of human biochemistry is a ruler 1 metre long, where at one metre you could simply create on demand as precisely specified a human being as you liked, the guys with the leeches were at 2mm, Leonardo and his drawings took it to 3mm, and the finest we can do today is around 10mm.

In this environment, claiming to know the properties and effects of any compound is risible.

Nor do I buy into the natural = good and modern = bad argument, there are many potent natural poisons and carcinogens.

HOWEVER, my body at least has several million years of evolution which might be enough to trigger a vomiting reaction to an entirely natural product, but not trigger that reaction to a man made or factory processed version of that same product.

I dunno…

DMJ is on about testosterone, and estrogen in soy, maybe it is a simple as the difference between then and now is that now all the wimminz are permanently dosed up on steroid hormones.

Maybe it is as simple as DNA says women were made to have a functioning womb, and steroidal hormones fuck with that are turn them into wimminz, in effect, an illness that DNA is unable to treat as anything but an illness, and so it triggers other characteristics to make these “sick” wimminz unfuckable.

We live in a world where it is entirely NORMAL that something seemingly irrelevant like a minute parasite can trigger major psychological changes in the host, eg toxopasmosis making cat piss smell interesting and not terrifying, to mice….

Why cannot deliberately dosing a walking womb with something specifically designed to fuck up the working of that womb not wreak equal or greater changes in personality?

Come on feel the noise. Girls Grab the Boys, We’ll get Wild, Wild, Wild…

Maybe the signal is not lost in the noise.

Maybe the signal is the noise, we just aren’t smart enough yet to decode it.

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