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January 31, 2014

well, that was a pleasant surprise

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:57 am

Wasn’t planned, but on the way back from a rellies last night I got a call.

I guess you’d call him an acquaintance, he moves in the same fucking circles as me, but we have hardly talked, anyway he got my number from someone, he did tell me but I forget who, he’s got a PC problem, lost all his data, irreplaceable shit, pics of his kids and stuff, kids he no longer gets to see.

Turned out it was a software issue, eg the data was corrupted on the hard disk, there wasn’t a physical issue with the hard disk itself, so all it took was a copy of R studio and a USB SATA dock and a couple of hours.

So what do we do for a couple of hours? We got talking…Ariel-Sharon-Dead

So the subject comes up of the ones you have been fucking and it is all apparently fine and then suddenly they just stop having anything to do with you, no warning, no explanation, no data at all… I get the message, but I’m naturally inquisitive, so it does run through my mind for a time before she falls off the radar.

And I dunno how or why, but he was a very easy guy to talk to, so I rattled off a few names as examples, and he is just grinning at me.

He goes through each one, asks me, can you tell me when this was that you were with her, and how she was at the time and what she was doing at the time and what her life was like… just humour me bro he says.

4 of the 6 names he knew, and knew the stories for.

So he filled in some gaps, gave me information I didn’t have.

#1

She had a kid, kid wasn’t well, often in hospital, but there you go, we were going great, one day she drops by for a few hours for kinky sex, we text back and forth a bit, she has met a guy, she drops off radar…. that was two years ago.

Well it turns out she made some bad choices, everything she touched turned to shit, he doesn’t know if the sick child is still alive, he doesn’t know if she is still alive, he does know she completely dropped off the radar about a year ago, as in completely vanished, and no updates on any of the social media sites (which I avoid like the plague anyway) she just vanished, presumed dead in a car crash or something.

#2

This one apparently made bad choices too, I hooked up with her at point X on some slide into shit, at the time I thought she was a fair way down the slope, turns out I was wrong, she was just getting up speed.

Turns out she was crashing in a pad with three black immigrants, who were giving it to her in all her holes, as was any one of their friends who stopped by, but apparently she was such a nightmare that despite the unlimited anything sex she was offering, she’s steal their shit and drink their booze too, so they throw her out, and which point she starts screaming and kicking the shit out of everything, she is throwing rocks through their front door, which is now hanging off the hinges, the po-lice turn up, and she accused the black guys of raping her and kidnapping her, and this is all done in the street, and this is the point that your man’s current at that time FB turns up, as she is a friend of this wimminz, and this wimminz called her friend for help.

Tells you something about the situation that the po-lice simply ignored all the rape and kidnapping allegations being thrown out (I guess it wasn’t the first time this bitch cried wolf eh…) and arrested HER for criminal damage, and then assaulting a police officer, and then damaging a police car.

Last he heard she was somewhere up country with a relative, nobody knew anything, and good riddance.

#3

This was a funny one, because I actually liked her at the time, before she wore out the welcome mat, she is still around doing the same shit, but less of it, on some course or other, but finding it a struggle, and that was the summary really, life itself all over was getting harder for her, so everything in life got harder and less and less time and effort available for anything else, the light in the tunnel is the train coming towards you thing.

Yeah, cry me a fucking river, but talk about self inflicted wounds, this was a chick who coulda… ah WTF, just another anecdotal instance of yet another wimminz able to make the wrong choice and choose the wrong man every time, and never learn the lessons.

#4

This was of course the most recent, as I’ve done these is chronological order.

Shades of #3, tick fucking tock, you get older and no wiser, everyone else gets older too, some start dying, your support network to enable you to be a pwincess starts drying up, you’re a fuckup and you know it… it’s like watching a junkie slowly circling the drain, telling you how much they have fucked up and how much they hate themselves and how they have plans to beat this shit, and by god they are gonna do it… they have plans… all sorts of plans…move, new house, get a job, get healthy, get this, get that, get the other.

But they ain’t, the enemy within, so they go through a succession of “enablers”… white knights trying to craptain save a ho, I think I got canned for not playing according to the expected script

This one hung in my head for a bit because she made a great thing about never having told me a lie, and I can’t actually say I caught her out in a single lie of any significance, and yet she was one of the most dishonest people you are likely to meet, perhaps  an MPD, who knows.

Anyway she thought she found another Craptain save a ho so forgot I existed, turns out he wasn’t, and apparently white knights are getting thin on the ground now, and her life generally is springing leaks all over and the pumps now need manning 24/7

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I can’t say any of the stories really surprised me, they were all pedestrian and predictable and senseless and faintly sad.. I would like to be able to conjure the effort to shrug and sigh and say “What’s the point?”….

And yet… I’ll admit to feeling a certain amount of smugness, it must have set in overnight while I slept like a baby after finishing his data recovery, but I do, I feel smug, stupid fucking bitches, walking away from me was a bad choice, just one more in a lifelong series of bad choices to be sure, but none of them profited by walking away from me, they’re all further down the slope than they were.

It’s a Roman Holiday, the gladiator is torn to pieces in the arena for the pleasure of the peasants, I really have no issues with seeing all these valiant and independent and empowered wimminz seeing themselves as gladiators, provided I can be the peasant, the one who is entertained, the one who is the peasant, not craptain save a ho or craptain gives a fuck.

In fact, this peasant takes much pleasure, and yes, it is *smug* pleasure, from noting that combat in the arena does not cease when this spectator’s attention wanders elsewhere.

Me “What happened to Gladiatoress #4?”

Fellow spectator “Oh, she got consumed by fire ants a couple of horae ago… or was that #7?  No… #7 was killed when the wall fell on her, so it must have been #7..”

Me “Cool, now where is that cake vendor? I’m feeling peckish“

January 30, 2014

The guy she is currently fucking…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 7:33 pm

… gives as much of a fuck about YOU, as YOU gave about the last guy she was fucking before you… assuming of course there wasn’t an overlap, and there prolly was…

…so tonight this 16 year old chick is telling me my problem, and the thing is, she is right, I’m just fucking jaundiced when it comes to wimminz, I don’t believe a fucking thing they say, if they tell me the sky is blue I will look up, and I am always looking for the proverbial razor blades in the fleshlight.

“Don’t get me wrong…” she says, “… I don’t fucking blame you, girls are all lying sluts…”  she is one of those unfuckable under any circumstances chicks, not that she would necessarily fuck me, but she is forbidden territory, due to circumstances more than personality, so we have this wicked uncle ernie thing where we will hang out and have a coffee or two whenever our paths cross, but that’s it.. so she tells me shit and I tell her shit.

She tells me shit like this is her third boyfriend who she has caught using viagra, and no, the boyfriends are all her age…  I mean, WTF…  WTF are 16 year old guys doing taking fucking viagra???

I dunno, maybe they need something having grown up (literally) seeing single skank ho mommy fuck pond life, and I know technically there was no such thing in my yoof, only the infamous spanish fly which was so strong some girl took it and fucked herself to death with a coke bottle, or some such bullshit, so technically we never had any erection pills available even if we had wanted them, but even so…. just…. WTF…. I used to jerk off 20 times a day, every fucking day, at 16…. to get it to stay DOWN…

The big fucking news however is that she, and all her girlfriends, still have their fucking iphones, but the bank of mommy and deadbeat daddy has apparently downgraded them all, they are all now on pay as you go sims, same as the fucking boys, although the boys have to buy their own fucking sims and top ups… so it seems the real world economics have hit the teens..

Dunno how it works where you are, but the PAYG types here can go into the local shop and put a 5 or 10 note down for a top up, and the shop gives them a code, and they type the code into the phone and bingo, credit applied to phone..

So she tells me, she’s got this friend called Donna, who has started taking it up the ass for a £5 credit, how it works is you buy the credit, she sees you do this, you fuck her up the ass and then give her the code to type in her phone… I asked her for Donna’s number but she just grinned and called me a disgusting perv… oh well… lol

So I ask her if this sort of whoring also goes on for paid apps in the app store, “well DUH, of course it does old man…” she says, she’s only 16 and not tech savvy so there was no point explaining the current furore over Angry Birds and the NSA, so if you paid for that for the skank then Donna got fucked twice, once by the guy who stuck his cock in her ass and once by the NSA…

So I ask her what’s the difference between some 16 year old punk paying Donna a fiver to TIUTA and me paying her a fiver to TIUTA.

She leans close and says “You know, it’s not your age, young girls like me don’t have a problem fucking old guys your age, it would probably be really good, you’ve got to know so much……. it’s just…. well, everyone else, our mums, our brothers, every-fucking-one in their twenties and thirties and forties, they’d all give us fucking grief..” she shrugs..

I tell her, “don’t I know it girl, and before you know it that grief turns into a false rape accusation…”

“Yeah..” she says…

We have to break off the conversation there, because those “circumstances” came walking up, her mum and the very close relative that is her step-father, so she flips back into Barbie mode… these two adults see us, she has her iphone4 out and my two Samsung’s are out, and we are using them, cos all these conversations with young uns get punctuated with showing you shit on a phone, it’s like Italians and their arms, they can’t talk without them…

So my very close rellie, her stepfather, sees this and says in a sort of fake and joking stern voice, “I hope you’re not encouraging her… I have bought enough bloody apps for her…”

I nearly shit myself laughing…

She just looks at me, all Barbie innocent, and says “God you’re so weird Uncle Ernie..” and flounces off to play Barbie does Dallas or something.

They are still looking at me, WTF, I just say forget it, an inappropriate joke I heard earlier, that line you said made me think of it…

Oh….. whoosh…

Gather round….

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:36 am

…for I am about to tell you a secret.

You know all that giving it large I am this that and the other hear me roar wimminz bullshit, yes, of course you do, you are as sick of hearing it as I am.

Well, that’s not actually what wimminz think… oh no…

The secret, that must be kept secret at all costs, which must never be spoken, but which keeps whispering to the old hamster wheel, thing that wimminz think to and of themselves is…

I am a totally worthless slut, good for fucking, maybe, and nobody who was worth anything would have anything to do with me.

There, that’s it, and I guarantee that for 99.9% of wimminz this is the absolute truth, and this is at the core of their being, they are either trying to run away from it, or trying to prove it to you, personal like…

For my sins I spent some time living in a popular holiday destination, every week the planes would disgorge the new lot of bleaters and take away the old lot, and every week there was a percentage of those who were not on a two week holiday, but had just sort of gone off to “find themselves”

A small proportion of them would turn up at the bar, and I would always ask them the same question, what are you running away from? yourself perhaps? It broke through the forced jollity and was a quick way to cut to the chase, is she going to spread em for me or not.

You know, looking back, my ex wife was the same, that marriage would have lasted a lot longer and she’d have been a lot happier if I had beaten her regularly and taken her out to gang-bangs, like all wimminz, she had “a story” that hints at the truth above, back when she was a teenager and living at home with her miserable Victorian dad and downtrodden mum, and some guy does the traditional and asks her dad if he can marry the bitch, and daddy says “Why would you want to marry her?”

Which is in fact a perfectly reasonable question, what are your intentions, why would you wish to marry my daughter? But of course she took it as a personal insult, what do you want with this piece of dog-shit?

If you live long enough, on incredibly rare occasions, you’ll hear a wimminz give voice to this inner demon, in vino veritas or whatever, but there will just be you and her, no witnesses.

Of course the greatest possible distance any wimminz can put between this truth and her day to day life is to act like she has the money of Jackie Onassis and the looks of a young Bardot, and who the fuck are you to think you have a shot at the hallowed labia?

But alpha fucks and beta bucks right, well, not when it is the canary in the economic and social coal mine, and it is.

I’ll admit I missed this, but all the billionaire werewolf porn chicklit stuff was the writing on the wall, Dennis Hopper had a line about the 80’s were going to make the 70’s look like the 60’s, but it is going mainstream, the female students at the local university and signing up en masse for sugar daddy websites “to help pay the bills” and the chicks on the swinging and fucking sites are all hosting “parties” where you have to pay to play, but it ain’t prostitution, oh no, because you aren’t *guaranteed* a fuck.. no…

Actually having money or the ability to support the bitch no longer counts, because they have sussed out that we have them sussed out, and that shit is a tap that can get cut off with no warning, it’s not THEIR money see, they don’t want access to your money, they want their own money.

I think this is also behind the recent upsurge in every celebrity with any money being accused of historical rape.

I do see a lot of wimminz suddenly getting serious about getting qualifications that will get them a job that pays better and with a better future than stacking shelves.

Even if you are living relatively fat off the State tit, a life in the gutter is a lot more credible to someone who thinks of themselves as written in red above, especially when it is hard to open a MSM article without seeing something about state benefit cuts and banks and ATM’s not working with increasing regularity and the economy generally heading to the shitter.

 

January 28, 2014

Living on a prayer

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 8:12 pm

I see lots of people who proclaim they are looking forwards to the reset.

There is an old saying, “Paybacks are a bitch”, and the meaning was they were a bitch for BOTH parties, so sure, in a reset you may well get a wimminz offering you herself and both her hot teenage daughters in a kinky as anything you can imagine foursome, in exchange for shelter for the night and a 99c hamburger each.. but…

But, you yourself will be no saint when times get that hard, why pay 99c for something you can take for free, and if you can take it, so can anyone else, from you too.

Prepper? Buddy, the only bullets that count are the ones you are actually carrying on you, AND, that you can send downrange accurately.

Short of these sorts of “full” reset, things still aren’t pleasant, the Weimar Republic, the collapse of the Soviet Union, these things all look one way from a distance, from afar, from the uninvolved, but for those personally going through it, deeply unpleasant.

There is a meme going around in the manosphere, where a guy in his late thirties says to a wimminz in her late thirties “bitch, you didn’t want me when I was 18, I don’t fucking want you now you’re 38”

If there *is* a fucking reset, you’ll need guys like me (tradesmen with physical trade skills and trade experience) to keep you all alive, and I mean that literally, and frankly, our attitude is going to be the same as the guy above to the cock carousel rodeo imminent wall impact 38 year old skank ho…. so your *reset* is going to stagger, as indeed it did in Russia, sure, many of the tradespeople “turned up” for work even though they hadn’t been paid in cash by their employers for months or years, but they ate at work and so on and mainly they didn’t bust their asses… so it was a survival strategy, not a charitable act.

“let’s re-negotiate the deal that I offered you previously….”

See, this is a truism in human nature, unless you have personally atoned for and learned *sufficient* contrition for your acts, you will do those same acts again, absolute certainty. Trust me on that.

Unless the personal “cost” to you of said acts of contrition and atonement *significantly* exceed both the cost and opportunity cost of whatever it was you did that sucked, then the contrition ain’t sufficient.

YOU have to find your actions more revolting than I do.

YOU won’t, as long as you have freedom to choose otherwise, if you were any different, you wouldn’t have acted in these ways.

You cannot “learn your lesson” and still be the same person, the lesson changes you, or it was not learned… end of.

So if there is a *reset* it isn’t the case that all the men who have had their hands burnt get their chance to get even, and start having kinky foursome sex with skank ho mommy and her twin daughters in exchange for a 99c burger, because the men too will be in a different headspace, if we are playing at the struggle for survival scenario then the 99c burger will be more attractive to you than the 4some with ms skank and her twin mini skanks, plus, and this really is crucial and sets the men apart from the boys who will soon be dead, that is 3 to 1 odds against you… they *will* be able to take you down, and no you *won’t* be expecting it, because if you were, you would not have permitted 3 skanks inside your innermost defensive perimeter (you naked and chilling) in the first fucking place.

One of my favourite sayings is “The difference between theory and reality is greater in reality than in theory” and it is particularly true in this case.

I can speak with some experience when I say to the skank ho’s, one of the very last things I will want from you, or that you will be able to offer me, is the use of your cunt. When that is all you have to offer, you are as good as dead.

When I say lets sit down and re-negotiate the deal I offered previously, I do NOT mean I am even more dom and you are even more sub, oh, and your daughter gets thrown in to the pot too.

What I mean is IN ADDITION to the sexual stuff which was part of the initial offer, which is now put aside a bit, tell me about your ability to knit, darn, sew, cook and prepare from scratch, do laundry by hand, scrub floors by hand, scavenge, not attract trouble, stay healthy and active, fetch and carry.

And for my part, in exchange for all this additional shit, I am now offering a lot less than I was previously.

Hey AfOR, you’re such an asshole, you’ll never make a sale…

…and….?

You’re assuming I need to.

I do not *NEED* to enter into any arrangement with any wimminz that does not show me being ahead on the deal, and that is now…  if there is a partial or full reset, I will be even more mercenary about it, not less, because frankly I won’t be ABLE to be as relaxed about shit as I am now, it will be survival time, remember…..

Nobody in an economic crash sits there drooling over a triple black barracuda with a big block 454, what happened to the bluesmobile, I traded it for a microphone.

Honda C90 now, that’s an object of desire.

And that’s the point, really, the theory and reality thing, if there is a full reset, the Honda C90 is worth more than your 454 and your wife and your twin daughters and your rolex and your own fucking life come to that.

I can manhandle a C90 over any obstruction too big to ride over, it’s tough and reliable, it’s quiet, and I can carry enough fuel in a rucksack to drive it 200 miles, on metalled roads I can strap two jerrycans of fuel to it and travel 1,000 miles at 30 mph.

This guy isn’t me, but he is local, and proof that some of the younger ones still do the same shit we did. He may not know it, but he is learning invaluable life survival lessons.

The nature of things.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:47 am

You can watch a youtube fail video, and, partially because you just clicked a link on a video that announced it was full of fail, pretty much be able to predict every fail in it, and sit back and say to yourself what dumbasses they were.

I have discussed before that 90% of the ship sinking takes place in the last 5% of the time period from when the incident started to the last bit of the hull disappearing below the surface.

What we have here are two different sorts of fail, riding a pedal bike at a massive jump is the kind of instant fail where consequences follow actions within 60 seconds, we tend to call this sort of stuff stupid and foolhardy and crazy and irresponsible.

The other sort of fail is more like the ship sinking, it is a process that can take many hours, or even days, or weeks, or months, or years, so in theory there is plenty of time, but in shades of the frog being boiled slowly, there nevertheless comes a point where the end result becomes inevitable, even though it may still take hours or days or weeks or months or years to actually happen, you have gone beyond the point where mere actions could have prevented the final outcome…. you are past the point of no return… your plane may have 3 hours of fuel left, but the nearest safe landing / refuelling point is 3 hours and 5 minutes away.article-2337012-1A2DADA3000005DC-997_964x612

Nobody builds groups of houses already collapsed hanging over a cliff edge, they build them thinking they have all the time in the world, and fact is if the house lasted there 70 years it may have seemed like all the time in the world, especially if you looked at the annual observed erosion for the first 10 years..none… but erosion doesn’t work that way, it goes in fits and spurts. One day the apparent cliff edge was 100 yards away, the next day that whole section starts sliding south.

The house arrowed sold at auction for 100,000 US bucks, AFTER the fucking cliff collapse started, but a mere 6 months before the house itself started to drop into the sea, nobody local would have bought it, had to be someone non-local that thought the erosion was done for another 70 years.

Just had a skanky cow on the phone to me, she likes talking to me because I don’t talk bullshit, the love of her life that she met 6 months ago, well, its coming apart in tears, booo hoo, I’m like WTF, it was obvious it was doomed on day fucking one, then on day 17 you tell me X, day 31 you tell me Y, day 44 you tell me Z, and quite frankly any single one of those should also have set alarm bells ringing…now you are sitting there blubbering acting like some shit just SUDDENLY happened…. WTF…  dumbass…

I could sit here and listen to dumbasses who bought new build houses built on flooplains whining about how stupid the yanks are for living in tornado alley, well, I could, if they hadn’t been cut off for three weeks by the flooding, so I am saved their hypocrisy in that at least, and ok, buying a house on a floodplain isn’t as “instantly” stupid as riding a pedal bike as fast as you can at a monster ramp, you may well go years before facing the consequences, but just because the pain isn’t instant doesn’t make it any less inevitable and stupid.

There is this skank, I have told her to her face, she could be, if she chose, the perfect bitch for me to own, and she knows this and agrees that I am right and all the rest of it, and the only problem and reason it don’t happen is she is herself her own worst enemy, and she knows this and agrees that I am right and all the rest of it, and what she desperately needs is an older and wiser man like me in control of her life to prevent her making a series of poor decisions with ongoing consequences that ripple out on the sea of slurry that is her life, and she knows this and agrees that I am right, but no, she is her own worst enemy, and she knows this too and agrees I am right, and she is going to go on exactly the way she has been, because like the stupid bitch who bought the house on the cliff, she manages, contrary to all the evidence, to convince herself that any consequences are small enough for her to be able to cope with, and far enough away for her not to have to worry about them yet.

If a wimminz or a niggerz buys a car for 250 down and 250 a month for 48 months, they don’t think about that 48th payment and being able to make it, the only payment on the radar is the next one, and frankly that is a bridge they will cross when they come to it, no point worrying about it now.

That’s the common thing, “worry”, worrying is bad, so you label something as worrying and you have an excuse not to do it, cos worrying is bad see, it’s amazing what you too can achieve when you go around and start re-labelling things in your life, this is no longer financial planning, its financial worrying… and since worrying is bad, we don’t do that, no sir…  wow.. result..

“Worrying” is what “boring” people do.

Years ago in the early days of the intertoobz there was a bunch who has a motto something along the lines of “we are the bikers who say DILLIGAF and LAGNAF” where of course that is do I look like I give a fuck and lets all get naked and fuck.

Dilligaf is a word I have used since at least the seventies, and I use at as a word, not an acronym like cee pee yoo, but like laser or radar.

So only boring people worry, fine, I’ll get my slippers, and as sure as summer follows winter, sooner or later the cunt is back, oh dear I have a thoroughly predictable problem that is now biting me in the ass, can you help… I just shrug and say “dilligaf” except if it’s fuckable, hey come on in baby I’ll make it better, then shrug and say “dilligaf”.. that shit is outta my league, me being a boring old worrier and all…

Of course, I am lying to all these people when they announce their natures to me, what I actually think and feel is “you are fucking dead to me” not as in I’m gonna kill you, but as in you are already dead, but since saying those 6 words takes more effort than not saying them, and since it slams several doors shut, I don’t say them…. hey, I might get another free filthy fuck out of it by keeping my mouth shut, but my semen is the only thing I am ever going to give them.

I will help *anyone* who is trying to get ahead, but the instant I realise that that person is fucking dead to me, because they have made a conscious choice not to “worry” or whatever, I won’t piss on them if they are on fire.

Ultimately it is all about MY choice and MY life, I use the youtube fail video at the beggining as an example because it has an important difference, I can wince and curse and anything else, but no matter how often I click on the link, it doesn’t affect my life or involve my life.

On the contrary, if you watch several hours of Russian dash cam videos you can see quite clearly that excessive speed caused 95% of everything, and then when things started to go wrong 50% of them could still have avoided the worst of it, by aiming behind the other vehicle, and not trying to swerve away and pass in front of it.

Whereas these people I talk about it is real life, and if you are stupid enough to NOT think of them as being fucking dead to you, they WILL involve you in their own ongoing failures… and more often than not that is a deal where you get the pain and none of the pleasure.

I wish the world was different, but it isn’t, I wish people were different, but they aren’t, hell, I wish there was an illuminati in control, but there isn’t, just a seething chaotic mass…. evolution works on political and financial and social levels just as well as it works on species.

The most compelling argument for change I can come up with is the fact that we haven’t had enough change recently, too many things have been too stable for too long, shades of John Glubb, but the very definition of evolutionary change is that THOSE ALIVE NOW DO NOT CHANGE, they are merely different to the subsequent generation, and so on.

For those of us reading this, that means you might indeed find a NAWALT wimminz, but she will be 3 years old, so it ain’t gonna do you much good…. on the contrary if you try to go looking for her you’ll get branded a paedo and thrown into jail.

I really *do* understand that many of you are desperate for a change, you hate the way your life is right now, your country is right now, your society is right now, but it will change, just don’t be so busy finding fault with what you see, that when the change comes, you are standing on the wrong bit of cliff.

Take an hour out of your life, and even if Kenneth Williams / Carry On isn’t your cup of tea, stick with it, it is a history lesson too.

January 26, 2014

Madame Guillotine

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 1:10 pm

Back in the day, there was this metal shop, this place had been going so long it still had all the shafts and pulleys in the ceiling from when it was belt driven by a single steam engine.

Down one end, near the door you went through to get to the toilets, there was the guillotine, this was an old machine even then, with a small electric motor, maybe 1/2 hp, spinning up a pair of very large flywheels at the top, and these woked through some reduction gears to a crank, and mounted on that crank was a con rod that connected to the guillotine blade.

This thing probably took 4 or 5 seconds to complete a stroke and return of the blade, and anything metal that would fit in the throat of the machine, which was about 2″ wide by 1.5″ high, it would cut…. possibly a solid bar of 2 x 1 stainless would make it choke, but I wouldn’t bet on it, it was used for cutting 1 x 1 and 2 x 1/4 steel bar all the time.

I remember this shop, and this machine, because there was a “thing” in this workplace, now, every workplace has a thing, if you look long enough you will see it, in this place it was as a worker walked to the toilet, he would pause at this machine, and then look at the blade going up and down, and as it started the down stroke, poke his index finger in and out of the throat of the machine.

I remember at least three of the guys at that shop were missing the ends of their index finger, and it didn’t stop anyone else from doing it.

Hell, I cannot deny that I did not feel the pull… I wasn’t daft enough to do it, but then I didn’t actually work there day in and day out…. that is significant.

There is a conversation that I almost never have with skanks, I have it in my head when they ask, and then I am all meh, what’s the point explaining, it does me no good.

The conversation basically says that if it has been 4 weeks since I have seen and fucked you last, then I have lost interest in you, the pull of madame guillotine has faded.it-is-too-late-centered

At that point if you want to get back to me again, you do all the work, and all the driving… cos I can’t be assed… I’m not in the workshop, so madame guillotine has lost her allure…

As I said up there, every workplace has its thing, sometimes it isn’t a crazy thing like sticking your finger in a guillotine, sometimes it is just part of the job, a fisherman working with a capstan winch for example, you do that shit every day so you forget all about the (quite justified) fear and caution you felt on your first day on the job the first time you saw it.

It’s also a group thing, groups of guys in a workshop will have a thing, but the same number of single guys working alone would never have that thing…

I dunno, maybe I am different, or maybe I have (due to the environments I have been in) seen more than my fair share of people maimed and killed by machinery, but I am very much of the “are you sure you want to do that” and “this is going to end badly” school nowadays, it’s almost like watching youtube fail videos, you just know it is going to involve the protagonist getting hurt, you don’t actually have to see into the future, it’s not a different reality that has not yet come to pass, it is more like you have seen the explosion, now you are just waiting for the shock wave and noise….

I remember a guy telling me, he knew this guy who was at an early atom bomb test, and the guy was saying there is this incredibly bright double flash, and then this quite beautiful fireball, and it is all *completely* and *utterly* silent….   of course if you are 3 miles / 5400 metres away, at 340 metres per second it takes a rather astonishing 15 seconds for the sound to travel to you…

It’s only when the sound / shock-wave hits that it sinks in how big an event it was, not just pretty sparkly fireworks.

Even without the pay-off of emptying your balls and an orgasm so powerful it makes you go blind for 30 seconds, there is enough of the madame guillotine factor to explain why guys get burnt by wimminz, go back to another wimminz, get burnt, go with another wimminz, get burnt, etc… rinse and repeat.

You stick your finger in… just because… hard to explain, hell, all the other guys do it, and you only get bitten if you are too slow or your timing is off…

There isn’t actually any pay-off, as such, its just what you do to fit in, at that time and place…. no fisherman has any time for the guy who won’t take his turn on the capstan winch, next time the boat sails, he will be left ashore…

This is one of the unintended and unexpected consequences of the fragmentation of society and the destruction of community, not only will we never again see the village memorial listing the names of all the men who went off to the Great War and never came back, and, frankly, they signed up because their mates did… never again will we see the masses of men signing up for marriage and co-habiting LTR’s… there is no workshop with many men any more, they are all separated into their own workshops so to speak…

Don’t get me wrong, the stuff you can do over a TCP/IP connection is awesome, but, you can’t weld another guys toolbox shut after bolting it to the bench, or glue their cup down, or any of the other shit you pull when you are one of a group.

Madame guillotine just doesn’t have anything like the same temptation unless you are in the company of other guys, many or most of whom have stuck their finger in her throat… whether you are alone with her or watching her over t’internet, you just don’t get the urge, because there is nothing there to belong to.

Years ago, no, make that decades ago, none of my close friends lived more than a ten minute walk away, then as time passed and technology evolved the geographic spread increased, now, none of my close friends live closer than an hour’s drive away, that right there is the reason I don’t get up to some of the crazy shit I used to…

It’s not the nuclear family or the village community, alone, that we have been industriously wrecking, and it is the sub-conscious hankering for that that has driven the meteoric rise in social media such as fuckbook.

And now the same thing has happened with sex, far from these technological tools *allowing* us to meet and date and fuck people from outside a 5 mile radius, we are now as a mass of people generally preferring and selecting and rejecting people, simply because they live too close to us…

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see which way the trends are going…

Suddenly, instead of having to wait for the two week vacation every year to go hundreds of miles away so you could do shit you would never dream of doing in your own home town, like fuck a different guy every night, now there is no home town, and every hook up you make is in effect a vacation one, not on your own doorstep, so instead of being the temporary holiday excess, it becomes the daily norm.

We are, now, way past the point where this positive feedback loop became self sustaining.

I am a participant in something, it should hit the mainstream in autumn this year, and when it does, I will be able to video blog… ok, I could now, but I choose not to… but this thing will have that same transition phase effect on EVERYONE with a webcam.

And, another piece of the old walls of the old society comes crumbling down.

January 25, 2014

The welfare state, nationalised industries, and education.

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

Sounds like a big topic, it’s not really.

For my sins/virtues/one reason or another, I have travelled at lot of the world, and lived in a lot of countries, and they were all quite diverse, so it wasn’t like spending some time in the UK, the US, Oz, where the cultures all had a common root.

I have also seen life from many levels, from literally the millionaire lifestyle to the other extreme, where you went for a month trying to avoid all human contact of any kind and if you eat anything two or three times a week you were doing OK, and what you eat was not a meal, but a bland all one thing to fill your gut, think plain rice or pasta, and, much in between, the insides of various cells etc.

Drugs and alcohol, yes, have played with those extensively for extended periods at ridiculous daily doses too, and they have played with me, friends often make comments about myself and Hunter S Thompson having a lot in common, I doubt that, but I’ve read his shit and can directly relate to a lot of his experiences.

I say all this for one reason and one reason only, you have to know where a guy has been (in life) to know where he is coming from (in attitudes) and thus know what weights to give anything he says.

You know what I am going to say, you know where I come from, you can put these two together and then make further allowances for the differences between thee and me, and come up with the truth as you would have seen it, had you been there.

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The Welfare State.

I’m sat in a prison cell with another guy discussing this, and he tells me social security is not security for the individual, it is security *for* society *from* the individual, it means that the thief has ZERO defence for stealing from you, he has no need to, in order to live.

Somewhere along the line we lost our way on this one, single skank ho mommies make more “take-home” nett than I do before taxes, and not being economically productive, they do nothing for the state, nor do their offspring, parasites one and all… this is not what “social security” was meant to be for.

Abolishing this excess means abolishing all the state employees who have a job doing the paperwork to dole out this excess, and they are the stumbling block, not the skank ho single mommies, they have no political power.

I can say for myself that my life would have taken a different path if the UK in the past 30 years was not such a soft welfare state, I don’t know if it would have been a better or worse path, I do know it would have been different, and remarkably so, not just a little bit.

I know from my own experience that *surviving* in the physical sense takes very little resources, just some food two or three times a week, the problem is to get ahead in society you need an address, and a place to wash and wash your clothes, and a place to store clean clothes and other basic possessions.. I know of several in their fifties single guys whose possessions fit into a couple of plastic trash sacks who live in one room bedsits, it’s enough to stay warm and dry and get the occasional temp or contract job and keep the cycle going.

If you don’t own an electric heater you don’t use much electric, you bundle up to stay warm.

Skank ho single mommy living off the state does not just live a better life economically than me, she does this AS WELL AS having enough surplus to support 2/3/4 kids.

My own “hard times” are a great leveller, it is really, really, really fucking hard for me to get depressed when I can walk out to the kitchen and see 3 x 750g tins of instant coffee, a couple of kilos of proper coffee, brown and white sugar, milk, and electric to do it all with a kettle, filter coffee machine and proper expresso machine, there is food in the freezer, 36 bog rolls and a dozen bars of soap in the bathroom, gas for hot water, gas for heating and cooking, and a warm and dry bed to sleep in.

Not going anywhere near anything else, just those basics, I can take a shit or make a coffee and smile at myself because there were plenty time in my life where either one was impossible… the glass is half full…

The welfare state was never intended to provide a better standard of living (with more job security) than a working stiff (me) could gain by doing a steady 40 hour a week job. The fact that it does (for skank ho mommies and the faux disabled) is not a fault of the welfare state. It is a fault in implementation.

It hasn’t been gamed by the single moms, so much as by the whole new departments that are needed once you start paying single moms to be single moms.

The fix is simple, just one rule, no exceptions, each adult over 18 is entitled to 50 quid a week for housing and 50 quid a week for everything else. Paid weekly, in cash, if you can’t be bothered to go and collect it on the day and time stated, then you don’t get it.

But what about the children, well, if you can’t feed or house them you can, if you choose, give them up to the state, for good. Or they can starve to death, or you can rent them out to paedos, or anything else you like, but you do NOT get rewarded financially for having them, and you do NOT get to blackmail the state with their welfare, you had them, your problem.

The welfare state will still serve its basic function, perfectly, as described to me most excellently by that man in that prison cell.

Nationalised Industries

Yeah, I know all the arguments, but it is the same as the welfare state, if it is kept lean and mean, and no empire building is allowed, nationalised industries can beat everything else into a cocked hat.

Obviously the old soviet system where there were state owned factories making shit like toothbrushes is one very bad extreme, the other very bad extreme is where everything is privatised, but it is illegal to opt out…

Of course we are always, without exception, talking about infrastructure, a national power grid, all working at the same voltages and frequencies, a national rail grid, all running at the same gauge, curve radii and so on, a national road network, with standardised sign-age and which side you drive on, a nationalised water and sewerage system.

Nobody argues that a nationalised weights and measures system is bad, because it isn’t, there are no downsides to it, and again, like the welfare state, it is this extreme that nationalised industries should be aiming for, not the other extreme, which is what the British NHS is today, 1 in 60 of the entire population of men women and children in the country is working for the NHS, the biggest employer on the planet with 1.4 MILLION employees… a minimum of a million of them should be sacked…. people talk about “if kalifornia was a country” well, the NHS is a country, in the economic sense, and a fairly fucking big one, within a country (the UK), and this is NOT what a nationalised industry should ever be.

Oh look, shades of the welfare state, whole departments springing up out of nowhere, to cater to all sorts of people who were NEVER the original intended recipients of the service. Gastric band on the NHS, boob job on the NHS, fertility treatment on the NHS, the list is almost endless.

Education

There is really no point, you are either already expecting the same answers as the above, and you’d be right, or you are not expecting the same answers, in which case you are part of the problem.

In my own lifetime the budgets expended on education and the number of people employed directly or indirectly in education has grown like the fission of bacteria, and yet the mean standards of education delivered to each child have utterly collapsed, and ironically they have collapsed so far that the vast majority of children leaving school today are too dumb to even realise just how fucking exceptionally dumb they are, rural farm hands in the 1800’s able to compose and write stuff (George Loveless) that is beyond even the capabilities of the current pupils teachers, make no impression if the children are never shown what the rural farm hands wrote… and have that “I don’t understand what he is saying” moment, eg you cannot speak English as well as a man born in 1797, who was a ploughman, eg spent all day looking at a horse’s ass, trudging behind it one furrow at a time.

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There is a direct analogy here, if you lack anything except the most basic programming knowledge, not only can you never write a program of any complexity, you can’t understand a program of any complexity either, you just have to take it on faith, or not, that the program is giving accurate and truthful answers.

You might see the difference between GTA-V and this, but you won’t know how or why.

To be sure, these lacks of knowledge don’t matter much when the real person, “AfOR”, plays the virtual character “poop” (cos it’s easy to type) in Skyrim, but what if you ARE “poop” and it IS real life(TM), which is the direct analogy.

You’re fucked, totally and utterly fucked, beyond all possibility of redemption.

Note the similarities between all three things above, all of them, in and of themselves, are laudable things that work well when first implemented or when pared down to the basics, but as soon as we get “fat” and get enough surplus for parasitic empires and ecologies to grow and thrive within these host structures, the whole things starts to go to shit.

The problem is not, never has been, and never will be, these basic things, and you cannot make them evil by giving them a dirty name like socialism, you are missing the fucking point and labelling the wrong thing with the wrong label.

You are looking at someone with the early stages of cancer, screaming CANCER!!!!, and shooting them in the head, you threw the proverbial baby out with the bathwater.

In this, you are doing the bidding of the bathwater, which held a gun to the baby’s head and said you ain’t taking me without killing the fucking baby first asshole.

Because you lack the coding skills to see the differences between BeamNG and Cryengine3, sure, you can see the differences on screen, but you are being asked to select one set of code over another here, and you lack the coding skills, and this tactic works, you do not see that the person or institution presenting you with this choice IS THE FUCKING PROBLEM, so you just call it all socialism or conservatism or liberalism or libertarianism or spaghettimonsterism, and become part of the problem, in gaming terms, you become the NPC, the non player character, you are just there to make the static backgrounds look animated.

And this is BY DESIGN.

George Loveless was born in rural Dorset it 1797, and grew up to stare at a horse’s ass all day ploughing a single furrow, but, he did have a basic education, English and Maths, and he then went out and used that as a foundation to educate himself.

The fucking OBSCENITY that is the western world in 2014 is that the majority of the population have access to the libraries and the internet and the people who do know something, and do sweet fuck all about it.

Yeah, there are guys who because of distance can only connect to me via the internet, so they use me as some sort of learning resource, and I’m not knocking that, but I sit here, qualified time served engineer, lots of world experience, workshop out back with mills lathes welders compressors oscilloscopes bench power supplies IT stuff up the wazzoo and you name it, and a fairly decent education to boot, and you know how many people in real life ask me to teach them how to do X?

None.

None this year, OK, the year is young so far.

None last year.

None the year before.

None the year before that.

None the year before that.

None the year before that.

Now I know none of the guys on the net who use me as a learning resource live close enough to me to do any different, but you live close enough to some fucker, y’all just gotta go out and find them.

And no, they are not going to pay YOU to teach you any shit, or go looking for you, or make any offers to you… we all been bit by that one before.

Or you can sit there and pump iron and play battlefield4 and empty your balls into the odd skank ho and kid yourself you are a survivor, when you’re just one of the “beautiful ones” (search this blog) as discussed previously…. because you aren’t growing and expanding your knowledge and skills.

I’m in my fifties and this time last year I knew dick about Cisco, for example, and compared to the guys who do know Cisco I still know dick, like the coding example given above, however I know enough, I LEARNT enough, to learn a new skill, a new job, a new employer, a new salary.

Got to tell you guys, Debbie Meaden was right on that one, “If I’ve learned anything during my career, it’s that if you sit at home doing nothing, … nothing is exactly what will happen”

The State has abandoned, completely, the idea of teaching anyone anything, you are on your own, literally, as you never have been before.

You, I, We, we are all fucked, totally fucked, and it may be that with dedication and effort and luck, all of them sustained for year after year, you too could be in a place where a man in his fifties works 40 hours a week and his gross pay is less than some skank ho single mommy in her 20’s can get nett.

Would I swap places with the young slut? Would I fuck. Talk about vulnerable and weak and worthless and unable to modify her environment.

The opening scenes of Up In Smoke were as funny as fuck way back when, I was different then, had my whole future in front of me, and the world was different then, “Start with strawberries… you may work your way up to these goddamned bananas….. when boy… when.. are you gonna get your goddamed act together?” I still laugh at it, but it ain’t the same sort of laugh. I’m not laughing at the same things, or in the same way.

January 24, 2014

The make-your-own-paedo kit

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:47 am

Yes, it’s a contentious title…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2545081/I-dress-new-man-girlfriends-LIVID.html

“My friend Clare was one of the first to voice her opinion loudly and clearly. ‘Haven’t you heard of independent thinking, woman?’  she snapped. (sic***)

I was taken aback. After all, I wasn’t asking Richard who I should vote for, or getting his permission to drive the car.

The irony is that if I told my friends that I was growing my hair at the suggestion of my daughters Ellen, 22, and Elise, 20, no one would bat an eyelid.”

It’s all groupthink*** and shades of Chomsky’s manufacturing consent… which brings us to the contentious title.

I have said this before, here, and in real life, and to wimminz, there are two reasons a person does not do something “wrong”, and let’s take a contentious example like fucking an underage wimminz, reason 1 is “it is illegal” and reason 2 is “I have no desire to”, of course, both these reasons are condensed shorthand, it is not simply a lack of desire in the sexual sense, it is far more complex than that, but the glib summary is good enough.

My position has always been that reason #2 is the more trustworthy, as it is the more enduring, I wouldn’t do it even it if became legal, and reason #1 is the least trustworthy, not only might you do it if it became legal, you might do it if you believed the chances of detection were small enough…

Nevertheless, reason #2 stood alone all by itself has become socially unacceptable and inadequate, one must now wax lyrical and at length about all the reasons why such a thing is “wrong”, and of course since this is itself manufactured, there is the danger or doth protest too much, so you feel angst, and that makes you vulnerable to manipulation, because no longer is it good enough to merely not do a wrong thing, you must justify it.

The truth and your inner and innate nature becomes a casualty, we can no longer say things like “I’d quite happily shoot the cunt” about someone we were never in even the slightest danger or actually killing, we were just expressing frustration.

Which leads us on to unnatural behaviour, I look around me and see all sorts of people, not just men, behaving in ways that I find completely alien, we dismiss it by calling it gay or faggy or pathetic, even though it is none of those, except perhaps pathetic, the one thing it absolutely is not, is manly.

Back in the day, being manly about something meant you controlled your actions, you didn’t need laws to coerce you to do this, you just did it, because to do otherwise was to open a can of worms on a slippery slope and then start dancing.

Some of you may be ahead of me here….

So, sticking to our contentious subject of fucking the underage, although the principle we are talking about here applies across the board, so it is stronger in everything else with a lower social taboo and tariff, which is everything else, just about…

Reason #2 is being systematically destroyed, for any and every subject you care to name.

What’s left?

Reason #1, and fact is, reason #1 was never much use, it was little more than window dressing and a fancy pint job for reason #2, so once you destroy reason #2 you start to find out just how fragile reason #1 is.

Straying away from the contentious issue of paedos…

Last night I’m talking to this slut with comedy (huge) tits, her husband is in the services deployed abroad, and when the cat is away the mice will play, her interests include , but are not limited to, Toys, Watersports, Threesomes, Taking Photos, Swingers Clubs, Spanking, Soft Swing, SM, Separate Room Swapping, Same Room Swapping, Safe Sex, Role Play, Rimming, Oral, Making Videos, Group Sex, Fisting, Dogging, Cybersex, Blindfolds, Anal, Adult Parties, and so on, and oh yes, there is a 4 year old kid, so she can only accommodate after 7pm or during the day when the kid is in nursery…

She has no intention of giving up the swinging, or ever letting her husband know anything about it, as to the marriage itself, does she see it lasting? Fuck no, but she doesn’t want to bail out just yet as being married is a lot more comfy and secure than being a single skank ho single mommy slut.

You see what happens when you destroy reason #2 and are left only with reason #1, it just isn’t strong enough, it doesn’t actually prevent anything, it just makes people sneaky and deceitful… and slides them into the gutter, which is where we would all have been without reason #2

Getting back to the contentious, I’m not a paedo, so I have no idea how effective it ever was to hang out near primary school playgrounds with a pocket full of lollipops, but I do know that I have not enough fingers on one hand to count the number of skank ho single mommies who have explicitly offered me their underage daughters for sexual purposes.

Thanks to #2 being eradicated there was no safe way for me to ever even fucking consider going to someone in authority and reporting a child at risk, think about it, you know this, there are a million ways that could turn around and bite me on the ass, big-time, and the ONLY POSSIBLE upside is it might, just might, improve the lot of a child I have no genetic relations with, this is ITSELF irrefutable proof of how reason #2 gets destroyed, right there…

My only possible option is to do what I have always done, exit stage left, WITHOUT antagonising the skank ho in question by telling her what I think of her for pimping her own fucking flesh and blood, you know how that will end too..

And so, in shades of a rising tide lifts all boats equally, a falling (moral) tide not only exposes the mudflats, but it makes what were previously dark and hidden depths no more than wading pools.

If 4 wimminz have openly offered me their daughters, then there are 400 who would have, but for reason #1, they can’t be sure there would never ever ever be a price to pay, or their image would never suffer, the lostprophets guy sure had no problems finding wimminz quite capable of participating and providing their own children and babies as victims, and there is no other possible conclusion when there are text conversation recorded in which he says as plain as day words to the effect of lets fuck your 2 year old baby, and the wimminz in question are still talking to him six months later.

Reason #2 was why I oh so nearly got fucked in my own FRA, I was there, I had in my own head a 100% perfect videotape CCTV record of every moment since I met the bitch, I knew how totally and utterly false and malicious and without basis the whole fucking thing was, but, thanks to reason #2, I could not conceive, and I mean that most literally, I could not conceive of the type of mind and morality required to tell such awful fucking lies, and that “stunned into insensibility” thing nearly cost me everything, because if you treat it all as some terrible mistake in some way, and not deliberate enemy action, you lose.

I learned.

I learned my lesson.

Reason #2 still exists within me, but unless the scenario in question is actually illegal, a breach of reason #1 in other words, reason #2 is given the response “Duly noted” and ignored.

It’s not illegal to fuck some slut while her child is asleep upstairs and her husband is off in Afdiggastan, sure, it’s immoral as all get out, but so fucking what.

*****I***** didn’t marry the poor bastard or make him any promises, and at least I won’t give the bitch a dose which she can give him as a coming home present, and I am keeping electronic records, if he ever says anything to me I hand him a USB stick, there you go jack, there it is in her own words, literally, and she joined fucking sites and met plenty of guys long before I came on the scene. (and in all her holes)

Dude, he is gonna kill you, people say, no, he ain’t, I have heard that one so fucking often, and then the guy steams up and looks me in the face, and it ain’t because I am 6 foot 10 and 300 lbs of pure badass muscle, because I ain’t, it’s because I am looking at a fucking loser who isn’t even man enough to either control his own bitch or kick her to the kerb, and he knows it, and I didn’t do it to hurt him, because I don’t give a fuck about him, or his bitch, but, I kept digital records, which prove that throughout, well, you will wish that everyone else who cuckolded you was as straight and decent and honourable as me, which ain’t a fucking lot, to tell the truth, but at least I went into a crooked game and made sure I was the fairest and most open player there.

Small mercies bro.

I’ve been in your shoes, my empathy is genuine.

Reminds me of an old (biker) tee shirt I had in the early 80’s

As you are now, I once was.

As I am now, you will never be…

That shit will fuck you up or make you stronger, I said stronger bro, not nicer…

January 22, 2014

Despicable moi

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:43 pm

You know the old adage about you can tell if a politician is lying, their lips move, and of course it will be no surprise to anyone on here that the same adage holds true for wimminz…

Well today I just had a phone call from a guy I know “virtually”, he is pretty much walking in my shoes, maybe two years behind me.

And yet we have both been presented with irrefutable (as in the kid with chocolate all over its mouth claiming it hasn’t eaten the chocolate cake) evidence of the latest squeeze lying, and both our responses were the same, calling them on it in a snarky fashion, and both the wimminz responses was the same, block us.

But because I am a couple of years ahead of him on this path, I see this as a victory, the crapola car I was test driving that was marketed as a high end coupe crapped out and caught fire, saving me money, and yes, the disappointment hurts me for literally 60 seconds and I’m over it and it is forgotten, he sees that too, but the hurt is more and lasts much longer.

Well, he rang me tonight after his latest bitch blocked him, to tell me that a penny has dropped.

This particular penny is that in increasing his “Wimminz-Fu” and becoming ever wiser to the ways of da wimminz, and realising that far from increasing exposure sooner or later, just by statistical chance alone, ensuring he comes across the fabled NAWALT wimminz, what it is actually doing is exposing to ever greater depths of profundity and universality and truth that AWALT is the only thing there is, and the penny itself is that this knowledge is itself affecting him, and as a result he himself is giving out some sort of vibe, and he is turning into something that the wimminz instinctively avoid, as they pick up on this vibe.

I say “Uh-huh… and…?”

And, well, he ain’t really happy about it, and I remember that feeling too, I also remember it from way back when I found out Father Christmas didn’t exist, and some magic went out of the world.

It’s called growing up mate, or did you think you could declare that AWALT, and there would be no further ramifications?

If AWALT is true, then it stands to reason AWALT are gonna dislike you intensely, if for no other reason than the simple fact that 99.999% of people who are thoroughly dishonest and unpleasant do NOT see that as a wonderful and fun fact about themselves, they see it as some piece of dirty laundry best not washed in public, and your wimminz-fu is saying to them, very loudly, I am a mirror that will reflect the true image of yourself back at you, so come and gaze long and deeply into your reflection.

Not Gonna Happen.

The whole thing (male / female relations) becomes some sort of absurd Shakespearian farce, I’m coming over all Russian in my jaundiced outlook, reminds of a Spitting Image sketch from years ago when Gorbachev had just taken power in Russia, he is sat at the table about to eat breakfast and tips the packet of corn flakes into the bowl, of course the bowl fills up with free toys, so he empties the whole packet on to the table, and there, in its own little special sellophane wrapper, is a single corn flake… Gorby sighs, and says “Not another bloody crop failure…”

Of course a nationwide crop failure, whatever the reasons, is a tragic thing by any standards, but the determination (in the alternate world of the comedic sketch) of the corn flake producer to still make and market the exact same box of product, even if they have to totally invert the original premise of one toy in a cellophane wrapper hidden away in a whole box of corn flakes, was humorous in its own way, and of course I can see echoes of it in the way da wimminz are now when they sigh and ask where all the real men have gone, while refusing to look in the mirror…

The past day or two I have been commiserating with a colleague at work, some wimminz at work lied to him about work to such an extent he felt compelled to make a complaint about it.

I tried to explain to him, there is an awful inevitability, and I have seen the process time and time again, two or three guys start a business, it does really well because they give a shit and have pride in their work, some point between 12 and 50 employees it has grown to the point where they employ at least two or three total assholes, the girl on commission who will make any sale, so the regular buyer who drops a thousand bucks a week, week in, week out, gets his order late, because the van is out delivering the three five buck sales the sales chick made to get her commission on the sale and new customer bonus, and if the company survives that and continues to grow, which is possible depending on how good the remaining employees are, it gets big enough to start in on the corporate bullshit, inter-departmental cliques form, and you get what my colleague had, a wimminz who lied to him when he questioned a work assignment, rather than look at it again and perhaps reverse her decision…

At that point there is no longer a winning strategy, there are only survival strategies, such as mine, stay low level, never go anywhere near the office, never give a fuck, it’s crap pay but money for old rope for all that, and minimal hassle, every step up the ladder seniority and wage wise is an exercise in diminishing returns.

In this environment, giving a shit about the end user / end customer / quality of work is fatal, just cruise, keep your head down, and get ALL the paperwork straight, and CYA.

You get a situation where the company wants to display the “ACME PLATINUM PARTNER” shit all over their website as a USP for the sales team hunting work from other corporates, so the company pushes 5 dumb employees to work their asses off to pass the exams, and then keeps them on the lowest wage they can and that the employee will stand for stacking toilet rolls, the skill sets aren’t actually USED, they are just required so the company can claim platinum partner status.

I told him, if *I* am going to study for exams, I want paying extra for studying, I’m not studying in the hope that as / when / if I pass the exams, the company will increase my salary…

Again we see the parallels to dealings with wimminz… do I like this state of affairs? Of course I fucking don’t, but there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it.

You have to let go, you have to accept, and you have to not care about anything outside your control, and adapt to anything that impinges on yourself, it is not a pleasant process, any more than throwing up poisoned food is, but for your own health and well being you must do it.

The guy who is two years behind me in my footsteps, I would not wish this path upon you, (or any other man) my brother, I would spare you the pain and the sorrow and the changes in yourself as you adapt and survive, but I fear that however unpleasant the path we walk upon is, all the alternatives are worse, much, much worse, and for what it is worth, know you are not alone.

 IF you can keep your head when all about you
 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
 If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
 But make allowance for their doubting too;
 If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
 Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
 Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
 And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
 
 If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
 If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
 If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
 And treat those two impostors just the same;
 If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
 Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
 Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
 And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
 
 If you can make one heap of all your winnings
 And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
 And lose, and start again at your beginnings
 And never breathe a word about your loss;
 If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
 To serve your turn long after they are gone,
 And so hold on when there is nothing in you
 Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
 
 If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
 Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
 If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
 If all men count with you, but none too much;
 If you can fill the unforgiving minute
 With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
 Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
 And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Lamborghini Cuntach

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 3:21 pm

See.. the thing is… this car came out in 1974, and (dating myself) instantly appeared on all small boy’s walls as a poster, for values of small boy meaning anything up to mid twenties age wise…

I dread to think how many brain CPU hours I dedicated to this car.

I dread to think how many SUB-CONSCIOUS brain hours I dedicated to this car, Ford Anglia drives by, thinks, it’s not a Lambo izzit…

Now, here is the funny thing, in the intervening 40 years, I have not merely never owned one, I have not merely never driven one, I have never actually seen one with my own two eyes.

If I am only to believe what I can directly perceive with my own senses, the beast in question is a mythical beast, not a real one. (Hence no picture, instead a picture of a car we did own at the time)

This isn’t an exact parallel to a NAWALT wimminz, you don’t sit there are dream of the ideal relationshit and ideal sex life and ideal family and stuff based upon no more than a poster, and all you see in real life are Ford Anglia’s, and every Ford salesman is trying to tell you that there is no discernible difference between the Ford and the Lambo.

Such a salesman would be laughed out of town, he wouldn’t even be able to sell a Lambo at Ford prices, much less a Ford at Ford prices, or a Ford at Lambo prices.

The serious part of all this is this, all the marketing that was done to me about the Lambo, I did myself, I never saw an advert for one, ever, it just became an iconic and desirable piece of kit overnight, out of nowhere… reminds me of me parking up next to an old farmer on my then brand new Ducati Desmo 900ss, and he just looked at it and said “I never knew Ducati made anything other than tractors!!” which made me feel all kinds of ugh…lol

And this is a function of the human brain, and a weakness, and nobody with a pulse is immune to it.

You can pine for the Lambo, you can pine for the perfect sex life and relationshit with Girl X, you are doing it to you, even though you have no actual evidence that was ever presented to you first hand to show that such a thing actually exists in real life.

In many ways this is the story of a man growing up, as a young man he has a set of expectations that when put together (the perfect wimminz being 100) has a score of 85, I’m not greedy, I’m not an asshole, I don’t expect a 97 or 98 or 99, all I want is an 85.

Time passes, and in his thirties he is I’m not greedy, I’m not an asshole, I don’t expect an 85, all I want is a 50.

Time passes, and in his forties he is I’m not greedy, I’m not an asshole, I don’t expect a 50, I’ll settle for a 30.

Of course there is a consequence, there is a lot of stuff you will put up with, and do, and accept, from the Lambo, but when the Ford pulls that same shit, GTFO.

As our expectations drop, so does what we are prepared to pay, but somewhere behind it all there has to be a sweet spot where you can convince yourself that whatever price you are being asked to pay is, basically, “worth it”.

At my stage in life now, my expectations hover somewhere around the 10 mark, all kinds of shit that would have been ugh puke automatic disqualification get thee behind me Satan shit back then, is quite acceptable now, however, the price I am prepared to pay is commensurately lower.

Being brutally honest, the 10 today may not be a mythical beast like the Lambo back in the day, which was a solid 100, there may be plenty of choice, but the sticker price being asked is still way too fucking much, even though now I could conceivably finance it, whereas I could never have financed the Lambo back in ’74, there wasn’t even a lottery you could win back then.

It’s not so much, My God, my standards are so LOW, how come I can’t find a wimminz to meet them? So much as My God, my standards are so LOW, but wimminz who meet them have such unrealistic expectations of the price I should pay…

There is however something inimical that is hard-wired into our brains that makes it a huge challenge for us to;

  1. Not worry if the “prize” comes this weekend, or next, or in a month’s time, or three months time.
  2. Not worry or think or devote any CPU cycles to the “prize” while it still remains a mythical beast.
  3. Not invest any time or effort or money, further to item 2 above, in attaining the “prize” while it still remains a mythical best.

Long term strategy and planning, something that SOME men can do and are good at, is an ENTIRELY cerebral and logical higher consciousness and thought and intellect based thing.

For most of life and most of human life to date, survival did not reward this kind of approach, all that mattered was what was available now and what is on offer now, and watching men learn that wimminz are poison is like watching a dog learn that test subject 4 never ever ever has any treats for him, so he is better responding to test subjects 1 to 3 when they rustle the brown paper bag that looks like it might contain something yummy to eat.

And, being human, we cannot maintain such higher thought processes 24/7, and even when we do maintain them, the earlier survival based reptilian and monkey brains are still there, Pavlov’s dog still salivates, and looks at test subject 4, even long after he has learned that person never once gave him a treat.

And of course the real secret is that if you perform such a test, get 4 test subjects and give each one a brown paper bag full of doggy treats and instruct only one of them to never give the dog any, and the other 3 to give the dog a treat or not as they see fit, you never have to explain the test to the dog to get it to participate fully.

Just like you never had to explain to me about the Lambo, or Bardot at 16… my participation was a given.

The upshot is you will never convince any man, at lizard and monkey brain level (no matter how much you reason with the higher brain) that the girl in question only has any actual value when the three conditions above are NOT true, and the 4th state becomes true, when she comes to yours for the night.

You will never convince him that “giving up” this potential prize is in fact not giving up anything, not dreaming of the Lambo doesn’t guarantee I will never get it, the fact that it is a mythical beast does that.

Which of course brings us to religion, which is no more than the same thing, acting and thinking in a certain way in the belief that at some future point there will be a pay-off, even though no living human being has ever met another living human being who won the jackpot.

Man will not wise up to wimminz (and wimminz will not wise up either) as long as Man still gives any credence to religion, they are both essentially the same mechanism in the brain at work, something more advanced than the basic lizard and monkey brain survival routines, yet also not something advanced enough to be described as something that is either scientific or based upon logic.

Challenging or expecting mankind to adopt an intellectual approach to sexual equality is therefore a task exactly on a par with challenging mankind to eliminate all religion, not suppress it, eliminate it, and this is in a world where in this present day and age wimminz will use the fucking technological marvel that is the internet to state on their OkCunt profile that they believe the Earth is larger than the Sun, and see nothing wrong in stating this for all the world to see.

All that is left is what the ancients did, and maybe they were not misogynistic patriarchy inadequate bastards when they deemed that wimminz were chattels, with no rights of their own, maybe they were just fucking observant.

In any event, look to removing from wimminz the right to vote, or own property, or to testify against a man, or to have any rights of their own, before you look to any other path of eliminating the current misandry.

Please note I am not claiming any kind of inherent right or wrong here, or any moral principles, any human that gets hungry enough will pluck bugs off the dirt and eat them, there is no right or wrong, just survival at work.

The way we look at wimminz, and the way they look at us, it’s rooted in the lizard brain and monkey brain, wimminz are no more responsible for acting the way they do than we are for falling for it, it is hard wired into our nature.

This is why, even if you assume that the old ways of wimminz being property was wrong, then the current way we live is also wrong, because neither one allows for the fact that you cannot legislate the lizard and monkey brains and survival…. so when you force them to conform by force of law, the actual results will never be the intended results…. MGTOW and the collapsing birth and father present raising the kids their entire lives phenomenon is just one of the non intended results, and this is an ongoing and accelerating process.

Sure, it may well have been shitty to be the average wimminz in 1666 compared to being the average man in 1666, I don’t deny that, any more than I deny it may well have been even *more* shitty to be the average African in 1666…

Nor do I deny that in theory it would be nice if we could do all sorts of things in a more equitable way, but you can’t, every action has a re-action, and most of them are unforeseen and unintended consequences.

The average modern western white wimminz cannot shame me about the plight of the average western wimminz in 1666, because every advance in modern society that has allowed these advances has been borne on the backs of peasants in oil rich countries still effectively living in the stone age, and these wimminz are the very last to complain that something should be done about this, oil should go up to $300 a barrel IMMEDIATELY to re-distribute some of the wealth to the poor peasants in said countries… so in effect the advances the modern western wimminz has made are EXACTLY as unfair and unjust as the disparity between a white man in 1666 and a white wimminz in 1666, and since the modern wimminz see nothing wrong in their current disparity with the Persian peasants, why should I see anything wrong with the disparity between white men and wimminz in 1666, or even in 1906…

It is what it is, a fact of life.

To this very day I still catch myself having to intellectually remind the lizard and monkey brains in me that Skank Ho X is not any kind of “prize”, at any given day in the future she is either going to be polishing my cock, or she isn’t, no way to predict it, or influence it….. so resist the temptation to tell the bitch to take a fucking hike just because she ain’t delivered yet, that is one guaranteed way to ensure she never does, and also resist the temptation to think that there is anything I can do or say or invest in her that will increase the likelihood of it ever happening.

I still have never seen with my own eyes, much less driven, much less owned, a Cuntach, I just don’t devote brain CPU cycles to it any more, consciously or sub-consciously.

You have to learn to separate the dream from the reality, the Lambo is the dream, the Ford is the harsh reality, giving up the dream hurts, not the thing, it was never more substantial than a myth, but the dream was very real and very personal.

It was confusing, giving up the dream, or giving up the myth, that is a trick I am still learning, ever so slightly more as each day passes, to this day… the ability to have such dreams is one of the things about me that I like, to ability to invest in them more than I should for a myth is one of the things about me that I do not like.

There is one of *these* just down the road though..lol

(ps, I know it is really a Countach)

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