I have talked before about how a plague of locusts is nonetheless just millions of like minded individuals with no centralised control, but it will always seem personal and directed if it is your fields that they land in.
Having also walked the walk in secret family court land I also have first hand experience in how hard it can be to see that greater picture, when carrion birds of a lawyerly nature flock together.
It’s very hard for “food” to not take things personally, to the food, it is fucking personal, and then some…
There is a guy called Louis Rossman (sp?) bit of a geek / tech / mac guy with a youtube channel, he talks a lot of sense on a lot of subjects, none of it is much use to me personally as I personally have learned all the lessons that I am aware of him talking about, but that doesn’t detract from the fact that he is in New York, and I am not, not even close, yet we can report and see on the exact same sort of shit going down, and being surrounded by the exact same sort of shit assholes.
After a while it gets all a bit DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) because frankly you’ve seen all this shit before, and being partially revived so you can watch a bunch of re-runs gets old faster than the young may think.
That unbelievably hot chick that makes your balls explode just looking at her, yeah, unbelievable as that may seem young guy, even if her personality matches her body (it won’t) fucking that shit can get old real fast.
Speaking personally I always found about 12 months in, even as a young twenties virile guy hooked up with a young hot gymnast chick and lots of youthful love and lust and “our own place to fuck” I went from fuck in the morning, go to work, go home for lunchtime fuck, go to work, fuck twice or three times in the evening, to maybe six times a week, maybe seven.
Speaking personally again what “ruined” me in many ways was spending much of my younger life living and working in what amounted to “Beach Resort and Fantasy Land for Young White Chicks” where basically 10 months of the year was a revolving door of tens of thousands of new chicks turning up and tens of thousands of last week’s chick leaving, so you got all the good and dirty and carefree and there was no real possibility of getting involved, because none of them were virgins, and >90% of them had steady boyfriends, and >5% of them the steady boyfriend was on holiday with them.
In that sort of environment you also saw a lot of older men with younger hot chicks as girlfriends, it was very common, and off the top of my head I can’t think of a single instance where it lasted and worked, the inner bitch came out sooner or later, and the guy is still living on fantasy island surrounded by teen pussy.
After a while immersed in that, I can open memories and picture the scene, three or four late teen chicks, all but one fairly hot, with their plump plain jane friend who they keep around to feel superior to, so what do you do, having had all the hot teen cunt you can handle to the point where it becomes same old same old, you pick the plain jane and fuck her brains out for three days straight until their holiday ends, just so the hot ones can see the plain jane getting it from the hot young tanned swarthy virile type with money, because it’s different to fucking the hot chicks, and because seeing the WTF looks on their faces every morning when you brought jane back for their day passed out on the beach.
But plain jane was only different in looks.
Again it was possible to think that the hot teen semi naked chicks were a flock of locusts that had descended on your field, except you weren’t the farmer, you were the bird that got fat eating all the locusts, free all you can eat buffet.
I didn’t set out to exploit or entrap them, and I never lied to or deceived a single one, and never went near one that was more than slightly tipsy, and the fact is there were plenty guys like me doing what I did in my off time and fucking the tourist sluts, plenty of birds in that field eating the all you can eat free locust buffet.
But I could see how many of the other “insect eating birds” around me started feeling like it was all really put there for their exclusive benefit, god, I must really rock and fuck yeah, god must really love my ass.
It is my belief that in a nutshell that explains the maladies of the western world, our glorious leaders are all the ones who found themselves at an all you can eat free buffet, and thought of themselves as the chosen ones as a result.
The lower minions who do not see themselves as the chosen ones, but do see themselves as being at an all you can eat free buffet (it’s easy to draw direct comparisons between teen sluts flying in and out every saturday and voters flying in and out every couple of years) so why not eat your fill.
Whatever “culture” there was on fantasy bonk island wasn’t created by me or anyone else who lived there, it was created by the never ending cycles of teen skanks flying in, the boys didn’t interest us, and they only seemed to be interested in getting rat arsed and maybe scoring 4 different fucks with 4 different chicks on their 2 week break, we would all beat that score on any 4 days of the year, usually less…
I think the current patriarchal sex exploitation / abuse crap in the media is just more of the same, the people who create the culture complaining about the thing they themselves created.
I think 99.9% of the political angst and woe in the west falls firmly into the same category, the people who create the culture are the ones complaining about it.
It’s no wonder the weinsteins and merkels of this world act like all WTF, I didn’t throw the all you can eat free buffet, god did, especially for me, nobody, least of all me, made all you assholes come to lie on the table and be eaten.
I like Occam’s Razor, and the fact is my simple explanation above does adequately explain everything we see in modern western society, and provided everything else is analogous to a resort that people fly into for two week a year and then fly home and get on with their lives, it’s all fairly sustainable are harmless.
But, and it is a big but, back in my day in those places, the only way you got caught was like what happened to the BBC film crew who decided to make an exploitation drunken fucking yoof video, so they got set up and ended up fucking underage boys and girls while high on drugs, and invited to fuck off back to the BBC with a copy of the VHS for posterity, don’t ever come back and don’t ever think of making another exploitation video here where we make our money.
And of course it was the same for the media, professional still photographers and professional video crews and professional reporters and correspondents, there was really no other way to create content.
Now everyone is walking around with a smartphone with 4k video recording capability, anything and everything can be recorded, and with discreet equipment that is ubiquitous, the old paradigm is gone, “What happens in Vegs, stays in Vegas” is history, now I can be live streamed or fuckbooked or whatevered to anywhere in the world so fast that in effect it is live and realtime.
I dread to fucking think what things would have been like with that technology back then, I would probably have had a secret porn stash of 1,000 chicks 90% of whom had steady boyfriends sucking down a load, so the fact is that no longer is the all you can eat locust buffet something that happens in a field far away, and the only people who really see it are the farmer and the locusts and the locust eating birds, now everyone can see it, and comment on it, and re-twat it.
And at a stroke that makes it non sustainable, Julie and Jackie and Jane and Janice book a two week girls holiday for next summer and 5 minutes later everyone, including their boyfriends, know they are off on a drunken fuckfest, and they are going to have more sex in two weeks than the steady boyfriend has gotten in two months, and now you have issues and attitudes, and the fucking holiday in question is still six fucking months in the future.
And god help those 4 girls if they are genuinely just looking for a sun and sand and touristy type holiday, because nobody is going to believe them, everyone is going to assume it is going to be a cum bucket party, and when you give a dog a bad name, you may as well do that thing you’re going to be accused of anyway.
So suddenly behaviors change, back on fantasy fuck island back in the day the reality was not every chick was a cum guzzling slut extraordinaire, there were lots and lots and lots of girls who only had one holiday romance, and more than just a few that had none.
That makes perfect sense, there weren’t that many guys like me prepared to take advantage of the all you can eat free buffet
Which brings us back to who makes the culture, when you bring in the new technology and shift the culture so that 99% of those who go to fantasy fuck island behave like talentless wannabes sucking their way to a role in a B movie, then suddenly the incumbent guys like me prepared to take advantage of the all you can eat free buffet cannot even begin to make a dent on the new demand in the new culture.
So suddenly there is a demand gap, and by definition it is NOT going to be filled by guys like us, guys who would fuck you in all your holes, but who might also take you and your chick friends out on a flash powerboat, or to a nice eatery, or to some hidden away place that 99.999% missed, or to a party where you can rub shoulders with the rich and discreet, oh no, now you’re down at the level of cannibalism, rat eat rat.
And again of course this is done nowadays in a culture where everyone is walking around with digital devices, girls say “thanks for the great sex” in a text that is suppressed by the prosecution seeking a rape conviction on your ass, underage boys getting a life on the sex offender register because some under age girl sent him (unsolicited) a naked selfie, and when someone else asks why he has blocked the slut on social media he forwards the naked selfie by way of explanation, next thing you know the underage boy is arrested and charged and convicted of distributing paedo porn, game over man… for fucking life.
But like the sluts on fantasy fuck island we created this culture when we put smnartphones into the hands of children and made apps that swipe right or whatever the fuck is going on now, when we created psycho-warfare shit like fuckbook, when we created the whole fucking concept of social status and peer groups and ladder climbing and being miss popular or mr cool.
Once upon a time a tatt mean’t a sailor, then it spread, armed forces, then thugs, now every cunt has them, wimminz too, there are 18 year olds, LOTS of them, walking around here today with more ink than an entire navy company 70 years ago.
We created the culture where the is no shame in a 0% down interest only “mortgage” and every else including food is bought on never ending rolling credit and “personal lease” terms.
The canary in the coalmine was guys like me, complaining about the lack of quality teen cunt that was still in it’s way fairly fresh and unused and unexploited, not like back in the day on fantasy fuck island.
Now there are a million turkeys coming home to roost, and neither the farmer nor the field nor the locusts nor the locust eating birds are either ready for it or able to cope with or absorb it.
Kim Jong and the Norks are one of the few places in the world that are still in the 1980’s tech wise, nobody is walking around with smartphones capable of taking 4k videos, so it’s a bit like me talking about fantasy fuck island in the 80’s.
You weren’t there, so you got no data to call me a liar, and more importantly, no possible way of getting that data, even if it existed once.
I don’t have the modern equivalent of data for the period either, so it’s easy to make a more attractive and impactful refutation of everything I have said, ooh, shiny, look over there.
What we have now, is a bunch of turkeys, in every sense of the word, celebrating the arrival of Christmas.
Peace.