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September 20, 2011

A brief hiatus for the Player.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:03 pm

While I have been away, travelling, fucking, and working, here and there.

And now I am back..lol

Some times I must admit that I feel like the guys in the pic on the right, I know it is wrong, but with the tools at hand it is the only way to get the job done NOW, and some jobs just need doing now, not later.

Draining my balls into some skank ho can be like that, you have your skank ho production line and the fruit becomes ripe and if you don’t pick it it rots on the vine.

And so it was that last week I found myself waking up and fucking skank ho A at her place in the morning, then got in my car and drove down the road to skank ho B where I fucked her and stayed the night.

Now, this is NOT about my ability to do this, this is about skank ho B, who made ALL the right noises, had ALL the right reactions, said ALL the right things, in fact, who played her part absolutely perfectly, the whole I love you I want you I need you I will obey you sketch.

Then six hours after I have left skank ho B she texts me to say the sex was wonderful and my company was great, BUT, she found me cold and clinical and heartless and unloving and she didn’t want to see me again.

The truth of the matter is skank ho B was a submissive bitch who believed that she was good enough at sex to enslave any man, and when our 18 or so hours together had passed and the score was 100-0 to me, she didn’t like it, and proceeded to do that thing that almost no man I have ever met can do, but which almost all women I have ever met can do.

That thing is to deny/ignore the fact that they just had the best sex, the best intimacy, the best communication, and the best real deal sexual experience of their lives, BUT, despite all this it was missing the one ingredient THEY were looking for (in her case this was her imagined ability to enslave me with her sexual skills) and so because of lacking this one ingredient, they simply deny the entire thing was what it was, and paint it as being something else. BTW, this one ingredient is a secret quest, they NEVER tell you up front this is what they are looking for…

If you are thinking this is, in principle and in mechanism, a cunt hair away from what happens when a skank ho wimminz makes a false rape accusation, then award yourself full marks.

Thankfully, as you will have read here time and time again, several days of archived SMS / MMS / IM / Email and calls means she can’t take that extra step, AND SHE KNOWS IT.

Incidentally I should also point out that if you gave the skank ho B above her magic missing ingredient she has then “won” and has no further use for you, except to allow you to grovel and beg for some more sex.

Now I could sit here and give you all sorts of “tells” that should warn you about such wimminz, chatting her up during a full moon, her job (social services related, actual social services types are to be avoided like the plague, as are wimminz pigs and wimminz lawyers and wimminz teachers) but the absolute fucking guaranteed…

…alert is when a skank ho tells you that she has only been with twelve guys before you, oh, and three women.

Maybe, just maybe, if she is 16 or 17 she may only have been with a dozen guys, when she is late forties and it is any time past July then she has had at least a dozen guys this fucking year.

Frankly if she hasn’t then there is something wrong with her to make her un-fuckable, so avoid.

Now this sort of “missing secret ingredient” shit from wimminz is fairly standard stuff, any young guy suffering from a case of WTF? heartache will know exactly what I am talking about, the thing is, if you feel the heartache then YOU failed the awareness test and you should run awy as fast as your little legs can carry you to the influence of an older and wiser man to clue you in.

If as in my case the wimminz got that feeling then you won, but you should still run the fuck away.

You should run the fuck away because, while all wimminz are intellectually and emotionally spoiled children, wimminz like these are very nasty spoiled children, and in the above scenario with all the electronic records and the actual physical relationship I came across as an adult that she does not want to play her childish games with, so she wants to take her ball, or in this case being a wimminz her cunt, and go find someone else to play with.

If she has decided that I was worth playing with, e.g. someone she could manipulate and fuck with and throw tantrums with and shit test and all the other stuff, then I WOULD BE IN SEVERE DANGER.

Ask me how I know.

I know because I lived with one of these psycho skank ho cunts in my life for ten fucking years, and put up with that shit “for the kids”, which was just another ball in play for her, and which kids would not even have been born had I been smart enough to run away at the first signs, WHICH WERE THERE, mark my words.

Hell, I didn’t even run away at the second signs, or the third, or the fourth, and then one kid comes along and you put up with it for the kid, and when it starts to wear thin magically the skank ho cunt pops out another kid… planned? You bet your ass and freedom and liberty and sanity.

And when she finally decides you aren’t worth having around any more INCOMING! false accusations of rape and DV, cos she is through with you so why not trash what is left of your life? This is how wimminz think and work.

Wimminz know men like me, on PoF (Plenty of Fish) they have a word for men like me.

The word is Player

Player doesn’t mean someone who plays games to get wimminz in bed and fuck them, all the wimminz play games all the time, Player does mean a professional player with skills and experience, not a fucking bumbling amateur with no skills and no experience, at the games all the wimminz play all of the time.

Rule #1 of being a player is never ever ever ever let the enemy even suspect you are a professional Player who knows all the rules of the games and all the tricks and motivations your enemy employs.

Wimminz hate players because they are only interested in playing their games with men who they think they have at a disadvantage…. winning these head games is not merely everything for the wimminz, it is the only thing for the wimminz.

Rule #1 of being a wimminz is never ever ever ever play against anyone who will not play by the ever changing rules as stated moment by moment by the wimminz, never ever ever ever play against anyone who does not in effect concede the game the instant they decide to play, by agreeing up front that the wimminz is both referee and judge and rulemaker as well as player.
I have had a lot of cunt / conquests in my time, and if there are two things I have learned it is these;

  1. No cunt you haven’t had yet is worth the chase if it involves playing by wimminz rules.
  2. No cunt you are getting is worth another fuck if it involves playing by wimminz rules.

While there is more range of variety between wimminz cunts than there is between wimminz assholes, the difference between a cunt and an asshole is greater than the range of either, put simply that means there is no new and exciting and completely different cunts out there to be found… you may not have been to the USA before, but 300 million got there first, so if you go there it ain’t virgin territory, it’s a lot like the place you just left.

Put it that way and ask yourself if it is really worth playing in some psycho game show whose sole purpose is to exploit you, where you are supposed to obey the ever changing rules, where the prize is literally worthless and the same as the shit you threw out last week, where all the boody prizes are loss of liberty, loss of property, loss of children, loss of good name and even loss of life.

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September 14, 2011

The Perfect Storm

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:54 pm

We are living in a powder keg.

Hopefully it is not too much of a stretch to suggest that those of you who read this blog are smarter than the average bear, you have your eyes and ears open, you use your brain, you are permanently on DEFCON 2 survival mode, probably due to being attacked out of the blue by some skank ex.

Hopefully you have been following some of the links on the Men’s links area on the right with some regularity, despite the fact that they have sweet fuck all, on the face of it, to do with the MRM, but because they are interesting and you are smart enough to see the interconnectedness of all things, and see that global economics and politics and finance all have a very profound effect on the future of Men.

Hopefully, because we really are living in very very interesting times, the world has become a veritable powder keg, and all the major players and busy upending and tipping out the remaining casks of powder to either steal the cask itself and sell it at the market, or to look for gold coins or other valuables hidden within the powder.

It stands to reason, with all the inevitability of an adult watching children playing with matches or a sharp knife, sooner or later someone is going to make a mistake, unfortunately for us, these are not matches or knives, these are the powder keg off the global situation at present.

There are so many players, all with their own agendas, and nobody is playing the responsible adult, nobody is enforcing safety rules and procedures, meanwhile the great unwashed masses continue to be distracted by the MSM and manufactured crises and trivialities, many of them centred around the alleged plight of some skank ho, or group of skank ho’s, or maybe a cute puppy stuck in a drain.

All those who remember the last time we lived in such a powder keg are in their nineties, or pushing up the daisies already, and nobody reads or studies history, the mantra as always is “lessons have been learned” and “that cannot happen now because things are different” and “nobody wants to destroy everything”

As though kids playing with matches want to get burned, and once lessons are learned you become an adult and stop acting like a child, and the only way things change so more kids cannot get burned is the parents who have learned the lessons and become adults supervising the children and keeping them away from matches.

Obviously, none of THOSE things are true, so clearly all the platitudes and excuses are nothing more than hot air.

When you realise that, you realise that the only thing preventing a spark in the powder keg is pure blind luck, not rules, not procedures, not common sense, not enforced safety procedures, not a responsible adult, nor even responsible children.

All we have are children who point to all the other children emptying caskets of powder, who point to all the powder lying around, and who say “it has ever been thus, we are not like the crazy and irresponsible children of yore of which you speak” and who continue to play amongst the spilled powder, all pursuing their own selfish and short term goals.

As Mark Twain said, history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

Something that rhymes with the Great Depression or the Great War is in our immediate future.

How did the wimminz react last time? Well the Pankhurst cunt did a deal with the Prime Minister to hand out white feathers to men on the street to shame them into signing up to become lions slaughtered by donkeys in the quagmire of the Somme, in exchange for the vote for wimminz, who did not, as fucking usual, go anywhere near the front lines…. backed up as usual by a lot of white nighting mangina niggerz who did the dirty work but who themselves mananged to stay far away from the same front lines they were sheperding other men into.

The perfect storm when some stupid self centred child causes the spark in the socio-political-economic powder keg is imminent, and then you men will really begin to understand what it means when the wimminz double down in an attempt to sacrifice anything and everything to preserve and enhance their own priviledged status…

A market collapse allied with USA/UN veto of Palestine admission at the behest of Israel while the rising star of Turkey eclipses the falling pyre of Israel is all it takes, this is effectively taking those children playing in the powder keg and passing out cigarettes and matches.

What could possibly go wrong?

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September 11, 2011

EnvironMENTALism and Feminazism.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:22 am

Now, while it is a truism that as you get older you gain in experience, and you gain in knowledge, it is also true that your intelligence does not also continue to grow.

I attribute about 25% of my intelligence to innate ability, and the other 75% to the fact that from the age of 0 to the age of 7 my brain was taught to be inquisitive and to observe and puzzle things out, this I owe to my parents, who provided the environment I grew up in.

From the age of 7 the mould was cast, and with more practice I may have continued to grow my intellect up to the age of 16 or so, at which point it pretty much levelled off, and all the apparent gains since then are really down the the ever increasing amount of knowledge and experience that I gain year by year. Grist to the mill.

If we assume that IQ is a valid measure of intelligence, which is a moot point, we know that by default the average intelligence is by definition an IQ of 100, and we can say that me being an arrogant bastard I will place my IQ at 125.

Going from the above it means that 25% of that, or IQ 31, is the raw computing power I was born with genetically, and the remaining IQ 94 comes from a combination of training that raw computing power and feeding it an ever accumulating pile of data and experience.

If I had had less nurturing parents, instead of gaining 94 IQ points I might only have gained half that, 47, which added to my born with 25 would give me an IQ of 72, or considerably below average intelligence.

Obviously this is a bit like human diet and height, if you make people progressively dumber year on year, by definition the average IQ of 100 will represent a progressively dumber but still average intellect individual. (and there is an inverse correlation between intelligence and obesity)

As I look around me today, I am reminded of the film “Idiocracy” which if you have not seen, go out and rent it, allegedly a comedy but in fact almost a documentary, people today are a lot dumber on average than they were when I was a small boy.

I often tell people to go and read about the Tolpuddle Martyrs, and especially the quote from George Loveless, a fucking common farm labourer, in 1834, and by God it blows away anything a farm labourer in 2011 could write, even with the internet and the benefit of 11 years of compulsory schooling in a modern technological society.

In short, irrespective of the initial potential supplied by nature, the very rapid changes in nurture since I was a boy to the present day have clearly had a profound effect on intelligence.

As you all know, I bang skank ho’s for a hobby, and this means I come into contact with a lot of todays kids, in their own homes where they are most relaxed, and I have to tell you, they are as dumb as fucking turds…. I have to emulate Beavis and Butthead in order to have any form of meaningful conversation with them, if I try to have anything even remotely approaching a conversation that I would have had at 16, invariably within three sentences out of my mouth I have said at least two things that completely went over their heads, they never heard of it, or anything even remotely related to it, they have an iphone and ipod and itunes, because they are cool, but have never heard of Jobs or Wozniak or the Apple ][ or Mac or anything else.

So I talk to them about this, and they do know for a fact that they literally did not learn one single fucking thing in their 11 years of compulsory schooling, and it pisses them off…. that 25% raw materials I mentioned before is smart enough to know it has been kept in the dark and fed on shit, and to resent it and the entire planet for it bitterly.

Incidentally this is how I get to fuck young chicks, compared to “my era” average IQ of 100, they are around IQ 75, even though that is today’s IQ 100, and that means just smart enough to find a clever older man interesting and sexy, a clever man their own age would be a cunt… go figure.

And as we all (we being you reading this, because chances are you have seen the same shit going down and formed the same opinions of it) know this decline has gone hand in hand with the rise in feminazism… Achtung Herren

So…

What we actually have is a correlation between feminazism and a general lowering of intelligence, the more areas of society that feminazism penetrates then the more areas that are dumbed down and the increasing downwards pressures on intellect.

And what do we have rising alonside feminazism and lowering intellect? Why, we have all the environmental / greenie / tree hugging motherfuckers, “nucular” power is teh evil etc….

And so it is that after Fukushima, Germany, once known as the greatest technical and engineering nation on the planet, not exactly known for earthquakes since it does not reside on any tectonic plate boundaries, and not exactly known for tsunamis since it has fuck all coastline, just ups and closes all it’s nuke power stations due to popular demands, and commissions a bunch of coal burning plants, which, since coal contains many trace elements including pitchblende, which WE learned about in school (Mme Curie) which contains many lovelies such as rare earths, lead, thorium and mainly uranium oxides, the net result is that coal power plants produce and release more “nucular” pollution than nuke plants, much, much, much more, plus all the other noxious shit and particulate matter.

So we have people today who are too ignorant to know that extremely long half life = very low level radiation, but extremely short half life = very high level radiation, complaining about “nucular” waste that will be “dangerous” 10,000 years from now. I’m going to close this piece with an informative graphic at the bottom.

I quite like the way it starts, correctly comparing the radiation dose received by living within 50 miles of an operating nuclear plant for one year, with an equivalent we can all relate to, EATING ONE FUCKING BANANA.

Incidentally, wind farms are legally exclusion zones, you are not allowed anywhere near them, perhaps you sort of knew that, but never thought about it, well think on this, all the wind power installed in the UK has a peak theoretical generating capacity of around 8% of Fukushima, but add all the exclusion zones together and they exceed the current Fukushima exclusion zone in area.

Anyway, back to the plot.

“Carbon tax”, when I was at school I was taught that “Organic chemistry” was the study of chemistry that included the carbon atom as a component in the reactions. When I left school and went home I would watch Spock and Bones in Star Trek series one talk about carbon based life forms, and the next day at school we would hear some more about the Carbonaceus period of pre-history.

With the dumbing down of society that feminazism has accompanied, if not directly caused, you aren’t going to find many people who can relate to what I am saying here, if you can they will probably be male and 50+

By reason of my sex, I have been excluded from raising my own kids, and excluded from any mentoring of any other kids in any educational setting too, because let’s face it the facts of the matter are that feminazism has always seen men as evil, and sought to place barriers between us and impressionable young minds for fear that we would infect them with the fucking ability to think and reason for themselves, aka brainwashing to the feminazis, so that they can keep the kids dumb and brainwashed, aka liberated to the feminazis.

The end result is not the world we have today, this is just the overture, but already we have reached a stage where the things I talked about above have come to pass, and we have reached a place not only where my own considerable practical technical skills and experience are not merely insufficient to get me a job because nobody wants those skills, but there is also nobody I can pass those skills on to, and as I know from my own first hand experience, (for want of a nail the kingdom was lost) the only possible way to acquire those skills is by being apprenticed to a master for several years, and ideally growing up with one of those masters being your own father so you started absorbing that shit at ago 0 and by the time you were 7 you had absorbed more about the subject by osmosis than the modern university book learning asshole knows by the time they leave uni with a degree.

My knowledge and skills are going to die with me.

In *theory* I have enough years left to train a bunch of apprentices and students to the point where they are smart enough to not cut their own hands off and safe enough to start actually learning and accumulating their own experience ready to pass on, in theory I could wait five years to start doing it and still have enough time, which would just about allow enough time for this system to crash, and suddenly realise they need men with skills to rebuild.

But here is the kicker.

What the fuck is this new society going to bribe me with, given that it will be largely based on the cunts who stole my own fucking children from me, and lacking a time machine that can’t be put right.

Wall to wall teen pussy?

Fuck, I get enough now, and I get time to kick back and enjoy it and myself, and frankly I’m quite happy to spend the rest of my days continuing to kick back and enjoy myself and not give a fuck, and most of all, NOT TAKE ON ANY MORE RESPONSIBILITIES!

What’s that? Get someone younger than me, you mean someone in their thirties, a child of the eighties, a child of the feminazi world, a child from a broken home, a child who went to dumbed down schools, and a child who should by rights already have benefitted from the apprenticeship to someone one generation older than him, eg the likes of me… sorry, won’t cut it.

I’m a man, I have bred, my DNA imperitive has been met.

Doesn’t matter how desperate YOU get, MY priorities are no longer yours.

Society shit on me, I’ll be remembering that until the day I die.

Now I will ask you again, what do you have to bribe me with, that I want or can use?

September 10, 2011

Gangs of cunts

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:14 am

I was reminded again today by an incident on Plenty of Fish that wimminz are social creatures, and perhaps more than in any other way are they are social and socialise and participate and share in the subject of sex, with other wimminz that is…

On PoF I have lost count of the number of wimminz who have told me that;

  • lol, you just sent my daughter a message.
  • lol, you just seny my mum a message.
  • you just sent my friend a message.
  • my friends told me about you (and they have fucked you).
  • my friends told me about you (and they have blocked you).
  • I told my friend about you and told her to contact you.

What all these messages had in common was that in every instance the wimminz in question continued to talk to me.

I don’t know how many times I have been at some wimminz house and she has one or two of her skank ho mates around for drinkie-poos, which is wimminz speak for getting shitfaced and talking about sex, and sadly I must admit that it took me a few years to learn that the way to deflect their sexual abuse and predatory behaviour towards me (well, that’s how the fucking wimminz would portray it if the roles were reversed) was to suggest playing a game…

How about y’all take turns sucking my cock, 30 second each, and the one whose mouth I blow a load in wins…. double dare y’all.

That one has about a 95% sucess rate if you time it right, but I warn you now, you need a thick skin to stay hard and dump your cum into one of those mouths, because the two who aren’t sucking will be talking, and what they will be talking about is your dick, and they will be talking about comparing it to their current husband’s, their current boyfriend’s, their boss’s, and then they will get on to ex’s…

… and that is the bit where you will get distracted and go limp, because at various times in their past these skanks have all fucked the same guys, so you are with say tracy and sharon and julie, julie is blowing you, sharon and tracy and talking about how your cock compares with john’s, who tracy fucked 12 months ago, who julie fucked 4 months ago, and who sharon is fucking last week, and then they will move on to steve, and dave, and richard… I’m still waiting to hear them compare rover or trigger, I guess it is only a question of time…

But the fact is these wimminz keep this shit not just straight, like some anal retentive blokes who can tell you who scored a goal in what minute of play of which match in which year, and interestingly the referee’s middle name is the same as that players home town, you get the picture, the fact is these wimminz can do this but make all these statistics dynamic and ever changing in nature.

My cock’s relative place and rating in these statistics varies, not because trigger came along and made us all look small and pathetic by comparison, but because this week tracy rates steve’s cock a bit lower and dave’s cock a bit higher, and this week sharon rates steve’s cock a bit higher and dave’s cock a bit lower, and until julie takes my cock out of her mouth and puts it in sharon’s, then says that she thinks steve and dave had very similar cocks and neither tasted very good, unlike mine and richard’s, and suddenly tracy and sharon adjust their views on steve and dave, and richard, and me.

To wimminz, this whole scenario is like young guys getting drunk and puking, he who puked first and crashed out first is ridiculed by the other guys, and he promptly resolves to show em all next week, and yes guys, this is exactly the fucking casual and communal attitude that wimminz have to the cock.

Gangs of cunts craving the cock, and setting their relative status and pecking order by how they performed.

And these evenings are then described to current husbands and boyfriends as “girls night”…. and so julie’s boyfriend steve thinks julie is just having a few drinkies at sharon’s house with tracy, no cause for concern there… little does he know his girlfriend and ex girlfriend and girlfriend’s best friend just agreed that my cock tastes a lot nicer than his…..

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September 6, 2011

One law for wimminz

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

As we can see from two articles in the press, one detailing a nurse who was accused of murdering patients, and a separate one from a top cop commenting on same, http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2034194/Rebecca-Leighton-arrest-All-suspected-criminals-anonymous-says-cop-Peter-Fahy.html it appears that all the anonymity for presumptively innocent men accused of rape who turn out to be innocent matter for naught, but the instant some skank ho with a cunt suffers then the world is ending and we have to so something about naming and shaming the presumptively innocent in the press.

How much do you want to bet there will be an exclusion zone around men accused of rape?

In other news a woman in France successfully sued her husband in court for not fucking her, you couldn’t make this shit up, so sex as a right in marriage only applies if you are a wimminz and you demand it from your niggerz husband, not the other way around.

In other news the world financial systems rumble on with the wheels wobbling ever more, resembling spinning plates on the last few wobbling turns before gravity takes over and they start to free fall.

I’m undecided as to whether I was fortunate or unfortunate in the timing of my FRA psycho skank ho ex and the nuclear bomb she dropped on me as opening salvo of a separation and child custody battle… on the one hand give it another six months when the system is crashing and she would have been less likely to do such a thing and all the associated parasites from police rape squad to lawyers would be under budget cuts, on the other hand people under budget cuts gets desperate and start making short-cuts and skipping expensive and time consuming things like trying to find evidence and just start fitting you up… it’s a tough call.

In the midst of all this madness some 30 year old skank cunt in Taiwan called Chen Wei-Yi has married herself, she claims in a protest against societal and guvvmint pressure to boost marriage to boost the brith rate.

I guess she had to marry hereself because there were no single fish on bicycles interested in becoming her mealticket for life.

Times are getting tough when you have to “eat your own dogfood” and marry yourself because at the age of 30 you can’t find anyone willing to lease that cunt formally.

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Hitting the targets.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:19 am

I’m returning to the Internet Dating theme again, and Plenty of Fish which is my chosen hunting ground.

Today I had a couple of production line skanks flake, one kinda come through but I expect she’ll flake, and one that I only started work on yesterday come through.

The interesting thing about the one that came through and wants twice a week fuckuddies is the bottom of her profile said this, and this only…

Must not be looking for Other Relationship
Must not be looking for Intimate Encounter

Now I know a lot of guys couldn’t get their cock in a cunt even if it had a target painted on it, and I have talked before about using sales type language like “conversion rates” on the wimminz Internet Dating, but the fact is that the dating market is like any other market such as double glazing sales, it varies over time with market conditions.

If it is overcast and pissing down with rain every day you are going to sell fuck all solar photo-voltaic power installations, quite apart from seasonal trends and factors such as subsidies and costs per kWH of mains all affecting the market, and the fact is it is no different with Internet Dating.

Yes, you are selling the same product every day, but you adapt to market conditions and variations by rebranding it every single day and tailoring it subtly to every single customer, eg while the broad strokes of what works on skank ho #1 will work on skank ho #2 for the initial warm up, to make the sale you have the tailor the fine details, and this will vary from skank ho #1 to skank ho #2

What I have seen lately with the spreading economic unrest is a change in what the wimminz are seeking, and a change in what they are offering… make no mistake, this is an instictive response by the wimminz, but it is also a rapid response and very much a smart adaptation to changing conditions.

To give you one concrete example, there is one skank ho on PoF that ain’t bad looking, good body, not a bad face, aged well for mid thirties and quite well presented, way too much of a stuck up bitch for yours truly to waste time on, but physically it is all there, a definite 7+.

This bitch is a property / real estate valuer, and of course the property market is about to tank big time, so whereas a week ago her profile was all about how hip and exciting she was and showed a profile pic of her holding a bottle of champers and partying like it is 1999, she has re-written her profile, suddenly she is looking not for a hooray henry to pay her bar and coke bill, but a nice and dependable man, and oh, the cocktail dress profile pictures have gone, to be replaced with the beach top showing off some very nice natural tits to within a millimetre of the aureolae.

Incidentally if you have an interest in the decline of the UK property market, go to http://www.propertysnake.co.uk/ and have a gander… currently the front page shows properties with asking prices reduced between 50 and 58 percent, just enter your postcode to see the top droppers in your area.

She, like all wimminz, is finely tuned to changes in the market… lol

I can tell you now, and have a very large degree of accuracy, that wimminz with secure homes, eg hubby died well insured, are still looking for casual friends with benefits, but all the other wimminz in less secure accomodations previously looking for friends with benefits or fuckbuddies have all just about vanished in the past two weeks…. now they are looking for long term relationships.

I can tell you that all the ones living in the house they got the ex kicked out of and living off the child support payments, which is all the ones with big hoopy ear-rings and a fucking attitude problem, still have a fucking attitude problem and are completely delusional, but they too sense a storm on the horizon because suddenly none of them want to get into long exchanges of emails and texts, they want to meet quickly and decide…. grab a chair before the music stops.

I can tell you that all the eternally single moms who have some negative trait such as a slight facial birthmark or squinty eye or big nose, are suddenly open to any kind of kinky sex you like and will be professing love within 24 hours and asking you to move in within 72.

I can tell you that suddenly (I have been fucking for 35 years, my fucking style hasn’t changed worth a damn in the past month) all the wimminz are genuinely having a lot more orgasms, being a lot more vocal, and being a lot more complimentary, and I do not mean the tired old “you’re the best” shit but new shit like “it isn’t fair I get to cum so much and you only cum two or three times“… in the seventies you heard that shit but it was a hard recession, and in the eighties you only heard that shit from some skank if she was about to ask you to marry her, and in the nineties you never heard it, nor in the noughties, now suddenly it is back….

I can tell you that suddenly all the bitches are dieting properly and going to the gym to do a proper workout…. no more is the “does my ass look big in this” shit, where you were expected to say no anyway, now they are all “I am dieting and working out and I know I am not there yet but I will get there to please you“….. WTF….

I can tell you that the subject of you perhaps having a roving eye or a roving cock has vanished like a factory job, it just isn’t mentioned at all, even if you are only spending one night a week at her place and she can see you on PoF the other six days a week, not a fucking word is said.

I can tell you that where it used to take about three or four her / you / her responses in a chat to get from strong woman who denies and refuses any possibility of submissive kinky sex and bondage to meek bitch who agrees, it now takes one, sometimes two….

I can tell you that my rather basic and brutal attitude to dating, which on the 0 to 10 scale of hotness used to bring in a mixed bag ranging from 2 to 7, is now producing a mixed bag ranging from 4 to 7, and the average age has dropped a year or two as well.

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September 5, 2011

Picture post #2

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:07 pm

Because a picture is worth a thousand words…

September 4, 2011

Getting you to care… ain’t got no skin in that game.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:47 pm

This is the oldest trick in the book, you cannot take a single step, open your eyes or ears for sixty seconds, without being exposed to someone attempting to make you care about something, attempting to make you believe you have a stake in the game.

Last night saw the airing of Simon Cowell‘s latest vehicle, Red or Black, another TV show in which the eyeballs and attention of the audience is the real product, how far have we come from the day of PT Barnum “There is a sucker born every minute” where despite all the hype and smoke and mirrors, he still actually had to get paying bums on seats, the circus audience wasn’t the product, it was the silver lining.

Marketers do it, politicians do it, wimminz rights activists do it, hell even MRA’s do it.

All trying to convince you that you have a stake in product X, because you having skin in the game is the only way to make you give a fuck about the game, because if you don’t give a fuck about the game you can’t be influenced or made to do anything.

World + dog is trying to tell me I have skin in the game of my own flesh and blood children, my answer is I have skin in the game for precisely as long as I am a player in the game with equal standing to the only other player in the game, their mother.

My answer is my children are the business of the state when the state is asked to pay for them by both parents, or when the state is burdened by them if they act in antisocial ways.

My answer is the instant the state and their mother removed me from the game as a player, I got no skin in that game. You think I am some sort of fool who walks around throwing money into the pot in a poker game when I am not sat there holding cards and playing? You think I care who wins in any game I am not a player in?

You see why world + dog is desperate to convince me that I have skin in THAT game, because the instant I stop having skin in it I exclude myself from it, and what are they left with, a psycho bitch well past her best and a handful of kids, all of whom represent a burden until they reach majority, a burden that a player in the game would willingly carry, for the eventual rewards, but a non player, fuck that.

You see, by me saying Fuck it, ain’t got no skin in that game, the state and associated parasites and skank ho mummy are left holding the ball, and suddenly the game gets very boring and very predicatable, and they can scream “ner ner ne ner ner, we won you lost” all they like, but they lost and they know it, because the real game was always to convince me I had skin in the game and thus convince me to keep playing no matter what losses I suffered.

This is in essence also the pure genius of Ghandi, he flatly refused to play “their” game.

So my kids are abandoned by their deadbeat dad, so fucking what, at no time in human history have progeny had it so easy and had such excellent opportunity to survive, even without deadbeat dad playing the game and constantly losing and being awarded fouls and penalties against himself, and fuck it, given the game these cunts insist on playing, the lesson I AM teaching my kids in the strongest way possible, by demonstration, is the best possible lesson I could teach them in this world, the lesson that they ain’t got any skin in the games of their skank ho mummy or the state either…. fuck you all…. that’s my boy.

So no, I have no skin in the game of who holds power in Libya, I have no skin in the game of which puppet holds the office of Prime Minister in the UK, or president in the USA, I have no skin in the game of the bankers / pension funds / housing bubble, I have no skin in the game of sovereign debt and forex rates, I have no skin in the game of society and culture as a whole.

And it was ever thus, in a previous post I talked about “Cuntley translation“, and paid homage to Smiley Culture, who sang a song entitled Cockney Translation.

Smiley’s house was raided by 4 cops with a warrant looking for drugs, while his house is being ransacked (which does NOT mean all four cops are tipping out drawers and none are watching Smiley, real name David Emmanuel) Smiley decides to make a cup of tea, and while making a cup of tea manages to stab himself, once, fatally, through the heart…  Not to worry though, as none of the cops has to give evidence in the enquiry which whitewashed them of all responsibility, kitchens are dangerous places after all. At least the cops handcuffed him after he stabbed himself fatally in the heart…

This is the opposite of the “you have skin in this game” tactic, this is the “we have no skin in this game” tactic, and the two always go together, the £200 an hour court appointed childrens welfare specialist who guarantees herself many years of ongoing involvement with your kids should she side with skank ho mummy, who is all too willing to sign pieces of paper involving them as long as they help her win against daddy right now, will claim she has no skin in the game of family breakup and paternal alienation.

It’s a bit like the magician and his flourishes, never watch the hand he is waving around and trying to draw your attention to, always watch the hand he is trying to get you to ignore.

When the efforts to get you to care fail, they all pretty much fall back on the same tactic, shaming language, you are a loser, a dead beat dad, filth, the very fact that you are taking this stance proves that all the things your ex accused you of are probably true, and so on and so forth.

Then they watch your eyes, and you watch their eyes, they know that you don’t give a fuck about anything they say or do, because you have no skin in the game, and their little shill game isn’t working on you, you’re hip to it, and suddenly the shaming language and rhetoric is dialled down several notches, after all there is no upside to them for suddenly making you feel you have skin in the game, for your own reasons………..

They know, being life long game players themselves, that deterrents only work when you believe in them, and punishment and retribution always come after the act, and all that is standing between the game players and the no skin in that game non participant at game time is a few feet of fresh air, there is no mileage in needlessly pissing you off, both sides need to know when further game playing is futile, and also where further conflict is futile.

I got no skin in your game, let me walk, don’t give me a reason to have skin in your games, and you can continue to play them and I can continue to walk and have no skin in them.

They watch your eyes, I watch their eyes, and we are suddenly all unfailingly polite and formal to each other, and all of this real nonverbal communication is unseen and unrecorded by the recording devices and steno.

It’s 12 noon in the OK corral and the guy in black with his henchmen know damned well they have the lone stranger outgunned, but they guy in black knows even if he draws first, the lone stranger only has one shot and one target in mind, the guy in black, and the guy in black knows the lone stranger won’t draw first, but he won’t back down either, so they guy in black and the lone stranger do snake eyes for a bit and then the guy in black says “We’re all done here bud” and the lone stranger nods, turns and walks away.

Fact is the guy in black has a nice little setup going, and even a 0.1% chance that the lone stranger can take the guy in black down in an elaborate “suicide by cop” scenario is a game with no winning scenario to the guy in black… the guy in black has no skin in that game, and wants no skin in that game.

Fact is the lone stranger has no skin in the guy in black’s game, and wants no skin in that game.

And that is the basis for the snake eyes and walk away.

Strip all the artifice and play acting and game playing away and that is all that is left, yeah you got your pound of flesh, fuck it, and fuck you, I now no longer have any skin in the game.

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September 3, 2011

Pay attention Bond.

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

For my sins, I have been tutoring a guy in internet dating.

It has been the usual battle with the guy’s innate masculine decency, he wants to listen to what the wimminz tell him, he doesn’t want to play the numbers game because it is cheating and lying about his single status, he is engaging in dialogue…

As you can imagine, this attitude seriously fucked up his conversion rate.

As I knew it would eventually, the penny dropped for this guy, he was basically chatting to three skanks on Plenty of Fish, unfortunately he was engaging them in conversation rather than talking at them and allowing them to agree with his world view, but at least he was playing the numbers, so anyway;

  1. Skank ho #1 says “I have to go now and pick up my daughter“
  2. Skank ho #2 says “I am dead tired and have to go to sleep now“
  3. Skank ho #3 says “My computer is playing up again, speak tomorrow“

Now you need to know a couple of things, number one is all these skanks say the same thing about not wanting players, and why oh why is it impossible to find an honest man, you know the drill, and thing number two is that as part of the mentoring process this guy had shared with me these skanks’ user names on PoF.

Actually thing number three is that this guy only lives a few miles away, and so it was that I toss laptop into chariot and bimble my way over to his pad just after midnight.

01934 These Numbers Are Everywhere

Image by nickhall via Flickr

Open my laptop, and carry on chatting to three skanks, yes, skank 1, 2 & 3 are chatting to me, after they have respectively gone to collect their daughter, gone to bed, and crashed their computer…. nota bene all three skanks hate players and hate men lying to them….

My young Grasshopper student looks at me and you can see the flash of territorial emotional anger pass across his face, before the male intellect rises to the fore…. why did my mentor drive five miles after midnight to show me this if he was only after stealing my pussy.

And then the penny dropped.

All wimminz lie all of the fucking time about absolutely everything.

And this penny dropping moment was so profound I had to go into his kitchen and make my own fucking coffee, because all he could do was wander around waving his hands and saying “How could I have been SO…… FUCKING…… STUPID……” and muttering about how he now “gets” the lessons I have been trying to teach him.

So I shared a few used PoF profile names with him, this one will do x, this one gives good head, this one pisses like a steer when she cums…

So far today he has phoned me three times, the penny dropping last night is penetrating his conciousness, and each time he rang me it was to tell me about some other event in his past with an ex that suddenly, with blinkers removed and 20/20 hindsight, made perfect sense, whereas before it was a source of constant confusion and irritability.

Sadly, this lesson is one that each man, like this guy, has to learn individually, it cannot be taught without also experiencing the relevant real world physical lesson.

But once it is learned it becomes just another little trick in the arsenal of what it is to be a man, like opening a beer bottle with a disposable lighter or a stick or a chip of rock, a trivial little trick than can never be forgotten, yet which is so useful you automatically open the beer bottle with anything within reach, rather than getting up and looking for a bottle opener.

All wimminz lie all of the fucking time about absolutely everything, so just ignore everything wimminz say all of the time about absolutely everything, and if you must interact with wimminz such as on PoF, take the role of the preacher orating his sermon, and select your skanks from those who self select themselves by paying attention to your world view.

Nothing born with a cunt is capable of telling the truth with its mouth and words, nor is it capable of lying if you ignore everything said, and pay attention only to body language and everything done.

It’s a bit like watching commercials with the sound off, try it some time.

Simples.

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September 2, 2011

A cunt like a bucket.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:24 pm

Couple of skanks currently on the fucking stage of the production line.

One is just yer average late thirties skank in search of a real man to ring her bell, and I do that admirably.

The other is just yer average mid forties skank in search of a real man to ring her bell, and I do that admirably.

The older one was shy at first, because she has a cunt like a bucket, not leastwise due to the fact that she likes very large sex toys, but as I don’t have a problem with that she soon got over her shyness and now it is a part of the games we play… BTW when I say large sex toys I am talking 4.5″+ diameter.

The younger one was tighter, but a bit chubby with it.

What they both have in common is some concerns that they are not kinky enough for me, not good enough sexually for me, not good enough at deep throat for me, and they both share these concerns because I make damn sure, in many subtle ways, that that is the impression they get.

This is simple self defence, if you don’t have these wimminz feeling lucky to get you, they get arrogant, and lose the submissive nature in the bedroom that basically makes them fuckable.

Let’s be honest here, the younger one admits to having fucked 40 to 50 guys, so seeing these skanks as purely sexual objects is the only valid game in town.

The difference between these skanks and other skanks is these skanks fucking admit having had a Platoon or a Company of cock, other skanks deny it, just like other skanks deny having had threesomes / foursomes / moresomes.

Ask yourself this question, in which of these three phases in her life is a skank most likely to be a cum-bucket?

  1. The teen / early twenties years of peak fertility with hormones raging.
  2. The twenties and thirties period with kids underfoot.
  3. The forties and onwards period with no kids underfoot and all the youthful allure long gone when the only attraction she can offer is no holds barred kinky sex.

Prace bets now.

If you answered “all three” you win a prize.

I dunno, how guys think you can take these exact same skanks and put them in a different situation, say playing dress up as a female lawyer in family court, or playing dress up as your poor abused ex seeking custody and alimony, or playing dress up as a manager at your place of work, and suddenly they have a personality transplant is completely fucking beyond me.

Let me make this point completely clear, my own FRA hell as opening salvo in a separation custody battle gone nuclear on day one did not teach me a damn thing about the nature of wimminz sexually, or that nature of wimminz generally, my eyes were already wide fucking open.

What it did teach me is how far the rot has seeped into every level of society, so much so that the patently fucking absurd, moronic and retarded is now treated like the fucking sermon on the mount, and the frighteningly bloody obvious and the simple truth and facts are fucking worthless.

What it did teach me were the personal and individual consequences for men in general, because of how deep and how far that rotten infection has spread.

What it did teach me is that the patient (modern western society) is beyond saving, literally cannot be saved, so roll on death, because that will take the fucking feminazi cunt skank ho wimminz and niggerz parasites with it.

On a post over at the Spearhead I made the analogy to an event ten years ago, “9/11” and made the analogy that being the victim of an FRA is like looking down from the upper floors on the incoming plane, while guys experiencing “regular” divorce and custody proceedings are in the lower floors who hear a thump above their heads somewhere, and are told to evacuate the building.

To continue the analogy, tall buildings are relationships of any kind with wimminz, the more involved the relationship, the taller the building, and the planes are the wimminz lies about being the victims of whatever, and the whole family courts / child welfare / cops thing?

Well they are the people who get lots of overtime and career advancement every time a plane is flown into a building.

As I said then, increasing number of us have looked down on planes before they hit our buildings, and far from ignoring our opinions as being extreme or radical or out of touch, you all out there need to consider that perhaps due to our experiences we are the ones who see things with the greatest clarity of all.

Cunt like a bucket? Worth precisely as much as a tight cunt. Sweet fuck all.

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