All intelligent life, including humans, has evolved to do automatic pattern matching and recognition, this is in fact a fundamental definition of intelligent life, and it even extends below the lower boundaries of sentience into autonomous life and plant life.

The vast majority of people today live in ivory towers, separated from nature, and so they know nothing of nature and start ascribing almost supernatural belief systems as explanations for very ordinary and mundane behaviour.

As an example, two or three simple rules = goal seeking, and any group of things, living or mechanical or electronic, that follow the same set of rules will appear to be co-operating with one another.

If you are the target of this co-operation, it looks like a conspiracy out to get you.

If your bare feet are firmly rooted in the loam of nature, and you daily deal with nature, red in tooth and claw, you realise that the lion pack that is stalking you is co-operating, but it is not a conspiracy out to get you, you realise that the locust swarm devouring your crops is co-operating, but it is not a conspiracy out to get you, you realise that the ants that invade you larder are co-operating, but it is not a conspiracy out to get you.

At least, you do if you have a brain…

If you have a brain, you will see that one of the fundamental principles of economics (and I mean REAL economics, not financial shenanigans) is that any behaviour that is rewarded is encouraged, and any behaviour that is penalised is discouraged.

So making yourself an expensive meal for lions, making your crops an unattractive meal for locusts, and making your larder unpleasant for ants all discourage their predation, while doing the opposite encourages their predation.

Nota Bene, we have just fundamentally altered the status quo of simple rule based goal seeking systems, there is still no conspiracy, merely nature reacting to changing environments.

Expanding to fill every gap is exactly what nature is.

If you do anything to change the environment and encourage one set of behaviour, it is absolutely inevitable that nature will expand to fill that newly created vacuum.

If you then look at the new inhabitants of that newly created ecosystem, then the fact they they are all similar is again not a conspiracy, but exactly what you would expect.

Nobody with a brain would expect to find a representative proportion of lions and ants flying into the the newly planted maize field to decimate your juicy fresh cops.

But take people out of “nature” and stick them in the ivory towers that we call town and cities, where the only exposure to nature that they get is other human beings, and suddenly they stop considering that the same rules apply, suddenly it is me me me, and anything that hurts me is a conspiracy.

NO IT FUCKING ISN’T YOU STUPID THICK CUNT.

When you reward women for getting pregnant by handing them social housing for free, you just changed the environment, expect nature to expand into this new ecosystem by providing a new breed of “single mums” who look like they were all made in the same factory, which they were, and act the same way etc etc.

This is not a conspiracy to deprive everyone else of access to the finite and limited social housing stock.

This is a consequence of altering the status quo of the ecosystem.

Rinse and repeat for the Family Court system, Domestic Violence, Rape, Child custody and access, employment laws, etc etc etc, and EXACTLY THE SAME THING HAPPENS.

New ecosystems created by changing the status quo economically reward certain behaviours and penalise others, colour me fucking surprised when you then observe those behaviours.

Family Court lawyers are all misandrist cunts, what do you fucking expect when you change the ecosystem and create a system where they are economically rewarded to always side with the mother?

Expecting family court to be populated by a proportion of highly competent and highly moral lawyers is like expecting the locust swarm that descends on your field of crops to contain a proportion of lions and ants… it is fucking moronic.

If you want to find highly competent and highly moral lawyers, you have to go looking in an ecosystem that rewards that sort of behaviour… just as in nature, it is fucking pointless looking for honey or honey bees under rocks by the river bank.

Again, ascribing the changes made in the status quo to some sort of illuminati working to some master plan is equally stupid and preposterous, and ascribing vast intelligence to agents who were themselves doing nothing more than following the directives of their own ecosystem…

This is the complexity of nature, you make one change in the ecosystem and create a new ecological niche, that niche gets inhabited by new PLAYERS, not cyphers, but active players, that themselves, by their very existence, make more changes in the ecosystem and create new ecological niches that are in turn inhabited by more players, rinse and repeat ad infinitum in a vastly more complex game of life.

The guy who decided to plant the field of maize is just as much a simple bit part player in the game inhabiting an ecological niche, as is the guy who decided to reward single mums with top priority on the social housing ladder.

There are no guiding masters, as there is no God, whatever controlling deity there may be resides in the very very simple rules and fundamental physical principles of the universe.

The lions on the savannah are not the illiminati, though they may seem like it to individual eland being stalked, there is no conspiracy, though it may seem like it to an individual eland being stalked, and simply labelling the lion as “the king of the jungle” does not make it so.

The Jungle does not have a king, it is an ever changing dynamic system, as is nature, as is life, even life in the ivory towers of our towns and cities surrounded by other human beings.

Now, the other thing about nature is this, each ecological niche, if successful, expands wildly to consume everything in its path and dominate the environment and change it utterly.

Like the simplistic games of life above, nothing stops this expansion except a collapse because the super colony has consumed all the available resources, or because the super colony itself collapses as it itself becomes the prey of a newly evolved predator that expanded to inhabit the ecological niche created by the very existence of the super colony itself.

“Feminism” is one name that we can give to this super-colony, but it VASTLY understates the complexity, and in many ways gives a totally misleading impression as to its nature, for example feminism does not accurately describe our running away from science and engineering and technology towards service industry and offshoring and social media, yet all these firmly belong under the umbrella of this super colony, some aspects of which have been focused upon by the MRM.

I have been FUCKED UP THE ASS by the family court and police system due to my ex deciding a false rape accusation was a great way to win a child custody / separation battle… and she was right, it was and is … but the FACTS are that the judges and lawyers and indeed my ex skank ho ARE ALL FUCKING STUPID CUNTS, this alone should tell you there is no illuminati and no master plan….

A 5 year old boy can out think a lion, and a feminist…. think on this.

So, knowing what we now know about the REAL world, the super colony that we have decided to call feminism, or capitalism, or globalism, or stateism, has expanded to the point where something has to give.

There are only two options, and they are not mutually exclusive, in fact in nature it is a universal truth that both are always present, even if one is vastly more notable than the other.

Those two options are resource collapse, and predation.

Resource collapse is here right now, we are in economic meltdown, the wil-e-coyote moment where he has run off the cliff but gravity hasn’t quite grabbed him yet…

Predation is here right now too, what the fuck do you think this blog is about, particularly the internet dating stuff, except the diary of the predator licking his lips…

May I suggest that those of you with a brain read the link on the right under men’s links The Slog.

There is no fucking illuminati, sure, maybe the lions swagger around thinking and acting like the kings of the jungle, but DNA and a few simple physical rules are so powerful they do not even notice the lions, much less their hubris.

68% of the volume of the Titanic slipped beneath the waves in the last 10 minutes.

This sort of statistic applies to everything from mammoths to “feminism”.

Prace bets now.

The following is 100% true and factual.

One of my skank ho’s on the production line, she apologises for being quiet, she has problems at home.

“Such as?” I say in a Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck tone of voice.

“Police.” she says, basically her teenage son, and the teenage local bike have fallen out, and she is threatening him with a rape accusation, and skank ho mummy’s response is to report the local bike to the Police for harassment.

Yeah, no prizes for guessing what happens next…

Told her, this date is over, now, get the boy to a male specialist rape lawyer as a life or death priority, his life is already over, even if he gets to the lawyer before the local bike makes the false rape accusation to the police…. if she gets to the police first, a teenage kid vs rape squad, he is going to fuck up, not make bail, be remanded into custody as a rapist instead of making bail, and turn up in the dock from prison custody.

As the excellent professor says in the Don’t Talk to the Police video (link below) that’s game over, Guilty.

Purpose of this post.

These kids have feature phones, and smart phones, but none of them use “the internet” or browse websites like the excellent False Rape Society linked on the right etc.

We need to address this information vacuum, because this teenage boy sorta knows it is sorta serious, but his mates all think it is a huge laugh….. if only they knew.

Video link – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wXkI4t7nuc

I have a quote from Kurt Vonnegut.

“It occurs to me that the man and his religion are one and the same thing. The unknown exists. Each man projects on the blankness the shape of his own particular world-view. He endows his creation with his personal volitions and attitudes. The religious man stating his case is in essence explaining himself. When a fanatic is contradicted he feels a threat to his own existence; he reacts violently.”

This is perhaps the most profound and insightful and far reaching comment about human nature that it is possible to make.

The sick and twisted and poisoned of mind see everyone else as sick and twisted and poisoned of mind, and reserve a special hatred for those who attempt to counter said allegations with the light of logic and reason and verifiable facts.

No man who has been through the Family Court system can be in any doubt that those screaming loudest about “the best interests of the children” are in fact those with the least possible interest in the children, and who are in fact only interested in keeping their own noses in the money trough that is the court system.

They are in fact the very worst kind of child abusers, because they destroy lives for money.

If a rabid predatory paedophile raped my kids it would be a terrible suffering for them, but the act itself would not last long, and it is arguable that since only a sick mind could do such a thing to a child, it is not quite as cold and callous and heartless as doing the same acts simply because you were hired to do it.

The Godwin analogy here is this, if the guards running the ovens and showers who did so out of nazi zeal and xenophobic hate were unspeakable people, think how much worse they would be if they had done these exact same acts, but for no more than money.

And so I find myself considering most of those so-called “professionals” who inhabit the Family Court system, who have no interest in anything except maximising billable hours at rates starting from 250/300 bucks an hour, and whose abuse of children does not last mere minutes or hours, but which is repeated regularly over a period of years, are far more evil and vile and unspeakable than actual predatory paedophiles.

And they are evil, because they could have no other motive for violently and compulsively and obsessively labelling honest caring fathers as vile sadistic bastards who are a physical and sexual danger to their own children, on zero evidence and no more testimony than the accusations of the mother, who stands to also benefit handsomely financially, in effect securing a safe living income and housing for 16 years per child, except that, as Mr Vonnegut says, of projecting their own evil upon others.

Others whose only crime is to point out how absurd and impossible said accusations are, and the horrible consequences of acting upon accusation, and not fact.

It is no coincidence that our Family Courts are secret star chambers, ignore the smoke and mirrors of this being in the interests of the children, it is to protect those people, people who even predatory paedophiles who rape little babies and make their tiny anuses bleed can with justification look down their noses upon, people who care only for the filthy luchre, those people who strut around and give themselves fancy titles such as Judges and Family Lawyers and Child Services, those people who simply could not operate in an open court system, such as that which is used to try child rapists, cannibals, serial killers and even those who commit wholesale genocide.

Family Court Judges, Lawyers and Child Services, populated by people who make Klaus Barbie look like an ideal candidate for a jewish fertility clinic manager…

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

In the secret star chambers of the family court system, the answer is nobody.

From http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2008270/My-life-destroyed-Woman-claimed-Tory-MP-groped-says-I-painted-fantasist-wanted-case-ahead.html

This is about the lying skank bitch, Annabelle Fuller, who made a False Rape Accusation against a guy, who was arrested, DNA’ed, fingerprinted and interrogated by the Police, before all charges were dropped for a total and utter lack of evidence.

Now the lying skank bitch, Annabelle Fuller, is whining about the consequences to HER fucking life, oh really, I don’t see you doing 10 to life for a rape you didn’t commit, and life on the sex offenders register for a crime you didn’t commit, nor are you doing 2 to 7 for Perverting the Course of Justice by making a False Rape Accusation, nor were you fucking arrested and fingerprinted and have your DNA taken and interrogated.

In fact, all you got was some publicity, which is exactly what all you screaming skank bitches have been demanding, uniquely, for all men accused of rape by a skank bitch but still legally and presumptively innocent.

I fail to see the fucking problem you are whining about, bitch.

 

ARTISTIC . Drama Queen.
GIRLY . Thick.
LIVES LIFE TO THE FULL .Alcoholic.
I’M INTO WHIRLWIND ROMANCES . My visa runs out in 10 days and if I don’t get married I’ll be deported.
CHALLENGING . High-maintenance pain in the neck.
HOMELY . Frump.
LIKES THE FINER THINGS IN LIFE . Gold digger.
GREAT PERSONALITY . Ugly as sin
40-ish .49
Adventurous . Slept with everyone.
Athletic . small breasts.
Average looking . Moo.
Beautiful . Pathological liar.
Emotionally Secure . On medication.
Free Spirit .Junkie.
Friendship first . Former Slut.
Old-fashioned . No oral.
Open-minded .Desperate.
Outgoing . Loud and embarrassing.
Wants soul mate . Stalker.
Independent Thinker . Crazy.
High-Spirited . . Crazy, hyperactive, and throws things.
Huggable . Large.
Dynamic . Pushy
Assertive . Pushy with a mean streak.
Excited About Life’s Journey . No concept of reality.
Unpredictable . Manic-depressive and off medication.
Soulful . Manic-depressive and quiet.
Looking for Mr/Ms Right. . Looking for Mr/Ms Rich.
Very Human . Quasimodo.
Uninhibited . Lacking basic social skills.
Young at Heart . Over 50.
Youthful . Over 50 and in major denial.
Chatty . Never shuts up.
Financially secure. . Has a job.
Affectionate . . Horny.
Romantic . Horny.
Passionate . REALLY horny !

Any man who has been dragged into Family Court by his skank ho ex will be introduced to the subject of Risk Assessment before he is allowed anywhere near his own children, and indeed Risk Assessment will be used to justify keeping him away from his own children.

This is what Risk Assessment ACTUALLY is, so that you can spot the difference when you get to Court.

I’ll have to start out with TRUE risk, and TRUE Risk Assessment though…

There is this bridge like structure, you want to build a house on it, you have the house designed, you just want to know if it will all be safe.

First of all there is the physical real world, where the only way to know for sure is to do it (the difference between practice and theory being greater in practice than in theory) and see what happens, which is why I can take you out and show you 500 year old buildings still in daily use that look like they are going to fall down in the next ten minutes, and why I can show you the ruins of where buildings did collapse that “shouldn’t” have.

Up until 1900 that was pretty much how the world worked, you’d go out and build that house on the bridge, and if it was still standing today you were right.

Today we would do a risk assessment, what is the weight of the house you want to build, what is the strength of the bridge, but the fact is that this is a model, not reality, it is at best an educated guess, but it cannot account for a hidden flaw in the bridge structure or subsequent re-purposing of the house as a store to store very heavy items, or a million other factors.

It is a model of reality, not reality itself.

A competent engineer will not merely admit this fact, he will hammer it into you at the outset, he will hammer into you the FACT that by definition no matter how good the model and modelling is, it ALWAYS, BY DEFINITION, fails to accurately mimic the reality.

A competent engineer will also hammer into you the FACT that the amount that the model differs from reality is also, BY DEFINITION, an unknown factor, which is of course quite logical, everything that is not unknown is simply factored into the model, the trouble is, is you make a model based solely on know for a fact factors, you end up with a useless model, so people stick in a whole pile of fudge factors and rules of thumb, that are, BY DEFINITION, not physical laws which have anything at all to do with the reality, and which only relate to how models differ from reality, in an attempt to make the models more useful.

The fact is, for fairly simple things that work on fairly simple and well known and understood physical laws, such as building a house on a bridge, we have gotten fairly good at this, in fact we have gotten so good that we no longer build bridges with enough excess stability and strength to carry a house at some later date…. we no longer build static structures with massive deadweight, we build dynamic structures with very little effective mass at all.

We no longer build bridges that will last 500 or 1,000 years, we build bridges that will last 50 or maybe 100 years.

Our modelling has become so good that we have cut excess strength and therefore cost and material away, and now we survey the bridge every year, to ensure it is still safe for human use.

Our modelling has, in effect, allowed us to build crappy cheap stuff that is inherently more dangerous in the long run, for periods starting say 50 years after initial construction onwards.

So, back to the family courts…

In reality, I pose “X” danger to my kids, that is reality and it cannot be changed, I am either a predatory paedophile aiming to sexually abuse my own children or I am not, and statistically speaking children are safer for sexual or violent abuse from their own biological fathers than from anyone else on the planet, including their mothers, but even that does not affect single cases such as me and my kids, or you and your house and your bridge.

The statistics and modelling affect the odds of someone wanting to make a bet on the unknown factor of whether I will bugger my own kids, or whether your house on a bridge will collapse, but they do not affect the reality of me buggering my own kids or your house on a bridge collapsing one iota.

Compared to weather prediction, building a house on a bridge is child’s play, and compared to calculating the risk of me buggering my own children, weather prediction is child’s play.

Calculating the odds on your house on a bridge collapsing is trivially simple, given around 1,000 data points I can calculate the odds on any crappy old personal computer in a couple of seconds.

Calculating the odds on there being a storm next week is much, much much harder, it takes hundreds of millions of data points and supercomputer computing power running in realtime at world speed, and it is still hopelessly imaccurate even one or two months in the future.

Calculating the odds of me buggering my own kids would take quadrillions of data points and quantum computing power, and would be hopelessly inaccurate 12 hours in the future.

Nevertheless, in the Family Courts you will have so called self appointed “experts” who have perhaps 100 data points, many of which will be completely false and misleading as supplied by your psycho skank ho ex, and instead of giving the only possible answer, which is “vastly insufficient data” they simply proceed.

This is itself a telling characteristsic, the so called structural engineer who was prepared to venture an opinion of whether your house on a bridge will collapse based upon ten data points, half of which are not data about the subject, but slanderous and unsupported accusations about you, the builder is nothing more than a charlatan who should be imprisoned for fraud and banned from every going anywhere near the subject ever again on pain of death.

Yet in the family court this is exactly what the so called “expert” risk assessor does, they go right ahead on zero data and then proceed to pass judgement on a subject that is so complex that it makes detailed long range weather forecasting look like adding 2 + 2.

But wait, it gets worse, far, far, far worse….

Build a house on a bridge is a simple binary yes/no question, many questions, such as child custody and access are not binary, they are closer to questions like this;

If we build this new road, X people per year will be killed on it, but it will allow the transportation of ambulances and fire engines and police cars which will save Y lives per year… is Y sufficiently greater than X to justify building the road?

In THIS question the engineer has to FACTOR IN HIS OWN DECISIONS into the final outcome, it is not simply a case of playing safe and saying NO to the guy who wants to build a house on a bridge, thus guaranteeing nobody is killed, saying NO to this road means saying yes to Y killed every year, and we don’t know what Y is, until we do the study….

But wait, it gets worse, far, far, far worse.

Let’s just say we have done all the math to the best of our ability and integrity.

Let’s say 10 people a year will be killed on the road, and 100 people a year will be saved by the road.

While we are at it let’s say there is a 1% chance the house on the bridge will collapse any one year, and if you think that is high, think again, no modern bridge is built to last 100 years, so actually you calculate it more like APR interest rates, 1.1% compounded per year.

The big problem is that all these numbers are about playing the odds, the odds are X that SOMEONE will be killed on a road, that a house will collapse, that a child will be buggered by their own father.

But, BY DEFINITION, you cannot apply these odds to a single individual, you cannot work out what the odds are that one Johnny Smith will be killed on the road, saved by the road, killed by the collapsing house on the bridge, saved and sheltered by it, buggered by his daddy, or saved from his psycho skank ho mummy by being with his daddy.

If you COULD, you could simply go into a betting shop and place the same bet at 10:1 odds ten times in a row and take them to court and win when they did not pay out…

This is why when people take companies to court for negligence, a massive part of the case is spent in arguing that the claimant is not some random statistical person, but an individual known to the company in question, eg John Smith who has twice complained about the brakes on the company vehicle before being injured in an accident with a company vehicle with defective brakes.

NOBODY ever won such a court case by saying “the projections during the consultation period said that 3 people a year would die on this new road, and my husband was one of them, so pay me one million dollars compensation”

And yet, this is EXACTLY WHAT THESE SELF PROCLAIMED RISK ASSESSORS ROUTINELY DO IN FAMILY COURT.

The known and very real statistical risk posed by removing a child from the biological father, who we know for a fact is statistically the safest person on the planet they can possibly be with, is simply dismissed because that is statistics and you are an individual, yet ten minutes later this same argument will be turned on it’s head and used against you because you are an individual and these statistics say you will bugger your own children the first chance you get.

Nota Bene;

DNA evidence is EXACTLY THE SAME THING.

There is NO SUCH THING as a DNA match or DNA fingerprint, nobody has ever been found with duplicate fingerprints for another living or dead human being, but WITHOUT EXCEPTION, ALL DNA ANALYSIS in the legal system is nothing more than statistical analysis and modelling based upon assumed odds and assumed probabilities.

NOT PHYSICAL SCIENCE.

Not actual physical artifacts of any kind are actually examined for a match, instead the shadows cast by certain minute fragments of DNA are compared with the shadows cast by other equally minute fragments, and the rest is PURE STATISTICS based largely on assumptions that have themselves never been proven or verified to even the slightest degree.

I keep going back to quote Carl Sagan on what happens when you have a society based upon science and technology which is run by stupid cunts who lack clue #1 about science and technology.

Your family court risk assessor is not merely utterly incompetent at the whole subject of risk assessment and probability, even before she brought her own misandric prejudices to the table, she is too fucking stupid to even begin to understand just how incompetent and fucking clueless she is.

The police and prosecutors who start citing your “DNA match” as proof you were the murderer are also too fucking stupid to even begin to understand why they are too fucking stupid to be allowed anywhere near the job they have.

To be clear on this point of DNA.

You can use current DNA technology to CATEGORICALLY exclude any connection between two samples, so you can say this sample and this sample are without any doubt quite different and separate.

eg; there were plenty of fingerprints around the crime scene and one the murder weapon, but none of them match Mr Smith’s, substitute DNA for fingerprints.

eg; there were plenty of semen samples in the alleged victims’ vagina, but none of them match Mr Smith’s

are inaccurate and dishonest, albeit truthful as far as they go…  they should say, and none of them match Mr Smith’s, nor could they belong to Mr Smith’s children, or parents, or cousins, nor could they belong to anyone from Mr Smiths lineage or historical genetic location / region where his ancestors lived.

That would be truthful and accurate, because statistics, analysis and modelling are really good at 0.000% answers, 0.000% is not really close to 0.001%, you can divide any number by any number except zero, and 0.000% is zero.

Statistically speaking there is a 0.000% chance that a male dog can inseminate and impregnate a female human… it doesn’t matter how often you try, it can never happen…

Statistically speaking every analysis that simply omits huge chunks of relevant data, such as the fact that kids are safer with their biological fathers than anyone else on the entire planet INCLUDING THE FUCKING JUDGE, has a 0.000% chance of coming to either a safe or accurate conclusion.

Statistically speaking every analysis that simply omits the effects of the modelling itself on the subject is doomed to failure and has a 0.000% chance of coming to a safe or accurate conclusion.

Despite no priors, not even arrests or suspicions, not even peripherally involved with anyone who was either, for anything at all, my family court case decided, on the basis of precisely zero physical evidence, nothing whatsoever except the accusations of the psycho skank ho ex, corroborated by said self appointed “experts”, that I am extremely violent, that I am a rapist of adult women, that I am a raging heroin addict and alcoholic (of course, I am in denial of all of this…) and that I am also, contrary to ALL psychological material and data on the subject of sexual deviancy, an extreme sexual risk to my own kids, from toddler age upwards, irrespective of their sex.

So there you have it.

Statistically speaking dude, I have to tell you that you have exactly a 0.000% probability of getting an accurate risk assessment of your potential (and your ex’s potential) risk to your own kids in a family court.

You have been warned… so get used to it, shrug, and walk away, much better than failing to grasp the reality and going postal.

 

 

 

It is not a knife that you can wield to your will, to cut carrots or to cut your enemies.

Nor is it a widespread physical phenomenon like the gravity well of the Earth that affects us all equally.

In a display of integrity I have to tell you that yesterday was one of my most pathetic sexual encounters ever… physically she was a 2, but add in the personality by-pass and obvious mental issues the bitch was sub zero, I walk in her door, drink a coffee, take her upstairs to her bed, and there is not a lot going on, Mr Winky is only half rising to the occasion, nevertheless, slide in and start pumping, and literally around 60 seconds later I dump my cum in the skank.

She of course was basically and literally unmoved by the whole thing.

As fucks go, it was one of my worst ever, but hey, it was still a fuck, and free.

Then we sat around and had another coffee and she told me about her ex’s, and how she had an affair because her ex yadda yadda, and how the affair destroyed his trust in her which wrecked her marriage etc etc… and this is where the sex really went wrong and I blew the opportunity to get her back into bed for more fucking (hey, it was raining out, even a 2 in a warm bed is better than raining out… lol)

I said “Wait up. He may have done things that hurt you, but you have to take responsibility here, YOU chose to have an affair, your ex didn’t, so you have to accept responsibility for your own actions and the consequences”

That killed it boys, no more sex, however crap, and I was out that door and out that house 10 minutes later, but, it brings me on to the subject of today.

Integrity.

Now, wimminz and niggerz will tell you that the green text paragraph above shows a complete lack of integrity on my part, fucking some skank I just wasn’t into, and she clearly wasn’t into me either, but the fact is the skank and I both chose to fuck in her bed on that day at that time, and I have extensive (as always) SMS / IM logs to prove it, in very great detail… all that happened was that in real life there was absolutely no spark, but we still agreed to suck it and see if we could light one, and failed.

This is not a lack of integrity, and only someone totally lacking in integrity would attempt to label it so.

The fact is that what I said to the skank is what I also apply to myself, you MUST accept the consequences of your own actions, you MUST NOT attempt to shift blame and responsibility on to others, because of what they did or did not do, transforming ACTION into REACTION.

Wimminz and niggerz, lacking any concept of integrity, attempt to conflate action and reaction, when the reality is that they are mutually exclusive opposites… cheating on someone because they first did X to you is action, not reaction… shouting “We’re finished!” the instant when you discover cheating is reaction, not action.

Just because you can later regret both does not make them the same thing.

Me giving my worst ever sexual performance yesterday was an action, not a reaction to my psycho skank ho FRA ex, she has absolutely fuck all to do with my actions yesterday.

Yesterdays’ skank suddenly deciding to NOT go back to bed with me was a reaction, not an action, a reaction to me calling her on her bullshit about her marriage ending affair being an action, and therefore down to her, and not a reaction, and therefore down to her ex husband.

My mum “So why did you steal those apples from the orchard?”

Me (aged 7) “Johnnie Smith (my bestest ever friend at the time) did too!”

My mum “If Johnnie Smith jumped off a cliff, would you jump off too?”

Thus demonstrating that at the tender age of seven a sixties housewife was quite capable of instilling in her children the notion of personal responsibility and the differences between action and reaction.

So contrast yesterdays skank with one a few days before, she made it quite clear from the outset, she wanted 24 hours of fantasy, and we had 24 hours of very excellent and very kinky sex, hell, if she had been able to be like that every day she would have been a keeper, but for her it was a time out and she went back to her daily life as a single mum etc etc lying and cheating and generally acting like a skank.

The 24 hour fantasy skank vs the 60 second fuck skank.

Perversely, the total and utter lack of even the slightest shred of integrity is what rendered the 60 second fuck skank sexually unattractive, while the modicum of integrity displayed by the 24 hour fantasy skank in declaring that she wanted a 24 hour fantasy in which she would do anything / everything and love me in every way rendered her sexually very attractive, for the duration of the fantasy period…. when that time was up and the had used up that dose on integrity to return to being a run of the mill single wimminz with kidz with no integrity, she returns to being sexually unattractive.

To be clear, I’d fuck her again in a heartbeat, on condition it was a return to the way she was during the 24 hour fantasy, not during her so called “real life” day to day. Hell, integrity compels me to admit that I hope / look forwards to her getting that itch again and asking for a re-run… for my part I have made it clear to her that a re-run would be welcome.

What is interesting here is that Mr Winky clearly finds even temporary integrity in a wimminz to be a real turn on, while I doubt even viagra overdoses would have done anything for the 60 second skank.

Sexuality and sexual response for wimminz is at heart all about integrity, if there is integrity in your sexuality and sexual response you are all hot and passionate and the sex is great, if there is no integrity in your sexuality and sexual response then you are a cold fish and the sex lasts 60 seconds…. nothing turns a man on more than a woman being wet and wanting him… badly… achingly…desperately…

Nothing turns a man on less than a woman being a cold fish with a dry cunt.

There is, in my experience at least, a direct link between the integrity that the wimminz is showing the man AT THAT MOMENT and her cunt moisture and throbbing level.

The problem is that transient, temporary integrity, such as that showed to me by the 24 hour fantasy skank, is the enemy of lifestyle integrity, such as that which I aspire to as a man.

Again, there is no contradiction here, lifestyle integrity can also make a cunt went and wanting, but only for one man, and all that comes with being in a relationship with him.

Temporary integrity cannot co-exist with lifestyle integrity, in the same way that being honest with some people for short periods of time cannot co-exist with being honest with all people all of the time.

As an interesting aside, the 60 second fuck kept a lovely spotlessly clean and tidy house with kids who attended school, the 24 hour fantasy fuck kept a chaotic shambles with kids who goofed off school… there is a correlation here between the 60 second fuck who was in a stable and steady state of a total lack of integrity, and the 24 hour fantasy fuck who flipped between different states of mind…

The ability to keep a clean house and keep the kids in school every day etc etc merely requires a steady mental state, not a healthy one.

The inability to keep a clean house and keep the kids in school every day etc etc merely requires the lack of a mental steady state, not necessarily an unhealthy one.

The ability to be a good fuck merely requires a state of integrity for the duration of the sexual encounter.

The inability to be a good fuck and inability to be anything except a cold fish in bed merely requires a lack of integrity for the duration of the sexual encounter.

Nota bene, the 24 hour fantasy fuck was also extremely open and accepting of all responsibility for her life choices and consequences of same, during the 24 hour fantasy fuck, and equally clearly living in denial for the remainder of her life…. while the 60 second fuck was in denial 24/7.

YMMV

I might be off the mainstream in my actions with wimminz, but I am fairly representative when it comes to the descriptive and programming language which I use to model and interact with the world.

When I become aware of a wimminz popping up on the radar from whatever direction, while my actions and motivations may differ from most men, the mechanisms which I use are identical.

I assign each woman a default starting value, call it “X”, and as I learn more about her, and experience how she reacts to and treats me, additions or subtractions are made to X

Telling me a lie, any lie, is a significant subtraction from X, anything that demonstrates a lack of faith in herself and her own judgement (let’s meet once more first) is a subtraction from X, expressing hatred for guys with baggage while staggering under her own invisible burden is a subtraction from X. Being overweight is a subtraction from X.

Being straight and up front is an addition to X, being pleasant is an addition, lacking skank ho tattoos is an addition, lacking multiple fathers for the kids is an addition, lacking kids is an addition, having a brain and using it is an addition.

The value of X is not a number, it is a feeling, and from man to man the various added and subtracted increments will vary slightly is size and amount, so two individual guys will come up with two different values for X for the same wimminz, but the process is the same.

If your final value of X is high, I’ll have an ongoing relationship with you.

If your final value of X is moderate I will fuck you occasionally.

If your value of X is low I will pump and dump you if there are no better offers on the table.

If your value of X is very low I won’t even fuck you with his dick. You could not pay me to fuck you.

IN many ways, you can equate all this to a business transaction in a market or bazaar, where X is the perceived value of the object from my perspective vs the objects’ own perception of it’s worth.

It takes two to tango and if we both agree that you are pump and dump material at best then we can do a deal.

If I think you are pump and dump and you think you are a gawjus sexy princess your X value is negative, no deal.

I hate the word “game” but the essential difference between me and the other guys walking around the market / bazaar is in fact quite simple.

They allow the wimminz to strongly influence the value of X.

I do not.

It really is as simple as that.

If you have ever seen a young man, walking around a used car lot, desperate to buy a flash car, completely blind to the rust, deformed shut-lines, obvious neglect and abuse, then you have seen exactly what I mean.

Instead of walking into the car lot with eyes wide open and making a realistic appraisal of the value of the car, which can easily be negative depending on how much work it needs and how close it is to the scrapyard, they walk in with stars in their eyes and start negotiating over a car that in reality bears almost no resemblance to the clunker parked in the lot with “two careful owners” stuck to the screen.

Wimminz, there are plenty of guys out there who are QUITE PREPARED to walk off the lot with a well used old car, provided it has been maintained, is reliable, cheap to run, is a pleasant drive and is priced accordingly.

Same goes for you, there are plenty of guys out there prepared to walk you home, even though your cunt has been well used, provided you looked after yourself, you are reliable, you are cheap to run, you are pleasant to be around and your are in effect priced accordingly with respect to X

 

Further to the Internet Dating group of pages in the nav area on the right.

Since we are talking advanced, we can leave out the “internet” and just call this a dating masterclass.

Now there are some essential principles you need to grep.

1. While your dating skills may increase over time, the pool of wimminz and skank ho’s out there remains, overall, the same sort of animal. Think of it as being a miner, no amount of mining skills that you acquire will increase the quality of the (wh)ore in question.
2. Wimminz are like moths, as soon as the light that has captures their fascination is turned off, they start migrating away to the next brightest light.
3. Exposure is the enemy of fascination, the more time a wimminz spends with you, the more her fascination with you wanes, get used to this, it is a fact of life and hard wired into them at genetic level “Find em, fuck em, forget em.” was NOT invented by men, but by wimminz, male culture was invented by men to control this herd instinct of the wimminz.
4. If something is counter-intuitive, then the reality is you have been looking at it the wrong way, or fail to grasp some basic principle regarding it…

Last night I pounded this skank ho repeatedly in all her holes, made her squirt repeatedly (squirt is wimminz code for pissing themselves in pleasure) and repeated the process this morning before dumping her ass back at her vehicle.

Last night she proclaimed all sorts of love and devotion and the fact is she wasn’t just saying it, it was written all over her face and body too.

So far, so good, all par for the course. All fitting with my policy of do everything the first night, because there probably won’t be a second night so you may as well just be a complete pervert and indulge yourself utterly.

Where you will most likely go wrong as a man is in assuming that you were such a good fuck and she was so blown away with you that naturally the next day she is going to text you, all lovey-dovey, and ask to meet again.

Butterflies and bees and hummingbirds and wimminz do not return to the same flower once they have sampled the nectar.

There is no RATIONAL reason for them to move on, it is more energy efficient to stick to the one flower, or failing that the one plant, nectar is nectar is nectar and while there are differences, any one plant provides all the nutrients needed for life.

So why do butterflies and wimminz flit from flower to flower?

Because it is hard-wired into them, DNA in the butterflies and wimminz conspires with DNA in the flowers and men to ensure that the maximum possible DNA mixing goes on at all times, even if it is not energy efficient, this is where the counter-intuitive bit comes in, if you think it is about butterflies and flowers, or men and wimminz, and not about DNA, then you get all the wrong answers, and this makes you confused and upset.

Last night’s skank had the best fuck of her entire life, is she going to text me asking for a re-run, possibly, but not for a few weeks at least… she is NOT thinking, with her hard-wired little hamster wheel computer, “That was the best eva, I need to stick with this guy and have sex like that every day!”

She is thinking “That was the best eva, but now I know what I can get, I need to try some more guys and compare them with my new #1 fuck.”

Which is were the “possibly” comes in about her contacting you in a few weeks, if everyone she tries in the interim fails to make her tingle, she will give you a call and ask for a re-run…. if she find someone who comes close, she will keep looking.

Even if she contacts you again for seconds, she will just rinse and repeat, same as the first night… this is hard-wired into butterflies and wimminz, and the only time they will NOT indulge in this behaviour is when they are prevented from doing so, or the personal cost for doing so is too high, and when I say too high I mean too high for DNA, not too high for a rational thinking creature.

Most men will be hurt and upset by this, because our DNA tells us that retaining this particular womb for ourselves prevents other guys from dumping a load of their DNA in it… you cunts REALLY NEED TO GET A FUCKING CLUE ABOUT BIOCHEMISTRY, there is a parasite that lives in cats and mice, and cats and humans (cat people) that lives in the brains of the host mice and the host human, this parasite makes cats smell nice and interesting.

For a mouse, this means it becomes lunch.

For a human, this means it provides lunch, a tin of whiskers.

For the parasite, this is good news, the cat population spirals up.

Cat people are not cat people, they are human beings whose core beliefs and likes and dislikes and urges and behaviour are modified at a fundamental level by a parasite living in their brains. It is a parasitic protozoa known as Toxoplasmosis gondii

There is a simple test to determine whether you are infected with this parasite, go look at http://www.ding.net/bonsaikitten/ and if you laugh your balls off, it is a safe bet you are not infected with this parasite.

If you or the skank like to refer to the cunt as a pussy, you may well be host to a mind and personality altering brain parasite.

If one single parasite can affect your entire personality, make you “love” things that are otherwise quite ordinary, then you have to accept that non-parasitic, non-alien to your own body, biochemistry is equally adept at making you “love” and “feel” and “know” things that you would otherwise find quite ordinary.

DNA making you want to keep a woman you had mind blowing sex with is in fact EXACTLY the same mind and personality altering parlour trick that T gondii performs on “cat people”

DNA making the skank wanting to constantly flit to new flowers as long as she is able, is of course exactly the same parlour trick being performed.

The difference between a dating masterclass like this one and regular internet dating is this.

The regular internet dating, as described on the right, is like an experiment, if you follow the rules dictated PRECISELY, as though a loaded gun was pointed at your head, and do not in any way interpret or improvise, you will get no strings sex.

It may not be great, they may be fuglies, yadda yadda yadda, but you WILL get to dump your cum in a series of skanks.

ONCE you have done that and have first hand proof and knowledge and experience, or if you have these things anyway when you wandered in here, you will know that you simply cannot point at someone and say “they will never get laid” and every time you try and quantify it, and find that that particular person gets a damn sight more offers than you would credit, as a RATIONAL thinking being, then you are ready for this masterclass.

Because what I have been explaining here is that RATIONALITY and LOGIC and INTELLECT play precisely zero part in sex and sexual relations and relations between the sexes.

DNA doesn’t need, or require, or have space for, any of that shit..

In effect, this masterclass tell you one thing, and that thing is that you need two “states” of being, the completely animal being who will fuck a skank like an animal in all her holes all night and make her literally piss herself copiously when she orgasms in submission and surrender to your sexuality, and the completely intellectual being who walks away from it the next day and has no qualms when the bitch does not text you professing undying love and passion.

All wimminz and skanks know this, subconsciously at the very least, this is how they are.

As a man you CAN overcome these personality modifying biochemical triggers, just as you CAN give up smoking or drinking or anything else.

Sure, it takes discipline, make a point of kicking cats, you may still have the brain parasite T gondii but if you make a point of kicking every cat you see and only ever feeding them poison then YOU win and the parasite loses… it ain’t dead, it is still living in your brain, but at least it is not directly controlling you, because you overcome it by a force of will.

Treating all wimminz as skanks and herd creatures and AWALT and MGTOW and all the rest of that good stuff is also an act of will.

Fucking wimminz is like taking a particularly satisfying shit, it is a regular required bodily function, but it should be sandboxed away and separate from your intellectual life as a man.

Taking a shit in the reading room of a gentleman’s club was no different to taking a fucking wimminz into the reading room of a gentleman’s club.

Socialising with a wimminz is like socialising with a piece of fucking bathroom porcelain hanging off your arm, buying harvey wallbangers to pour down it, and fending off guys looking to take a dump, if she is a virgin then a new unused crapper can have a certain aesthetic appeal, but most of you fuckers are socialising with the community public toilet on your arm, well used and well stained, and your wear it like a fucking badge of honour, and it clings there, sapping your work, your wealth, your life… but after all, that is what parasites do, and do so well.

A satisfying shit and a satisfying fuck are things that all men need to do on a daily basis.

Then you close the door on the convenience, leaving it behind until the next time, and resume your intellectual and logical persona, and go out into the world for the day…. and kick cats

I don’t care if the toilet is gold plated, I have no interest in it except to fuck, and skanks my only interest is in fucking them, so I also have no interest in those who claim NOT ALL CRAPPERS ARE LIKE THAT, or NOT ALL BRAIN PARASITES ARE LIKE THAT, and who then, like P Elam on AVfM, starts dissing men and defending his own personal pet crapper or brain parasite, or enreating us to listen to some skank ho “because she is working for our movement”

The day I need a fucking skank ho to speak for me is the day I need a fucking brain parasite to make a fucking cat look cute and cuddly.