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January 6, 2014

I believe I’ll have another beer.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 12:03 pm

That always used to be the standard answer to anyone who said to me something along the lines of “everyone needs something to believe in”

But this is all about BELIEF.

Broadly, there are two (and  half) types of belief;

1/The kind of belief where you are quite happy to discuss all of your belief quite openly with anyone who asks.

2/
The kind of belief where you are not happy to discuss all your belief quite openly with anyone who asks.

(The other half type is the type who tries to get you to agree with their beliefs)

In reality, nobody on the planet holds one belief at a time, we all hold dozens and dozens, and in true Alice in Wonderland fashion, you don’t have to dig too deep to find mutually exclusive and contradictory beliefs in one person.

Beliefs then are like facets, one gemstone can have many facets, and depending on circumstances one or another facet is rotated to the fore.

Beliefs are not confined to religion, they apply to all things, from beliefs about human nature to beliefs about physics to belief about nature to belief about computers and so on and so forth, and yes, religion and spirituality are in there too.

Type 1 beliefs (in blue above) are easy for others to deal with, this is for example the competent mechanic who is quite happy to explain and discuss any aspect of mechanics with a customer, the customer may not share or agree with the mechanics beliefs, sheeit, there’s thousands of miles left in those brakes yet, but this disagreement does not influence the mechanic to change or modify his beliefs, or to change or modify how he expresses them, listen mate, you had the best of these brake pads, you’re into the time where the remaining life goes quickly and they start damaging the disks and not working as well as they should, notably in emergency conditions, your car is here anyway, the pads aren’t that much in money, I think you should change them, but, UP TO YOU… shrugs

Type 2 beliefs (in red above) are hard for others to deal with, this is mainly because you do not put all your cards on the table, you put some down, claim you are the expert mechanic, take it leave it, or worse still, I already went ahead and did it, and threw away the old parts, now here is the fucking bill.

If you find yourself gravitating towards the whole swinging / fucking scene, you will of course come across Feminazism, which is of course a type 2 belief, what I like about the swinging scene is the feminazi wimminz there are far more willing to expose more attitude about their type 2 beliefs than the wimminz in mainstream life, it still is not up for discussion and it still is not frank and open, but they will state out loud their beliefs with much less restraint than you get elsewhere, ergo, they are being more honest about their beliefs.

I could show you pictures of some of these women, and I guarantee, sex on fucking legs, phwoar, but that is just the visual stuff and the monkey hind-brain in mating / porn mode.

Then I could show you things they have said, “unguarded” as it were, as the attention from the niggerz wanting to fuck them makes them feel empowered, and I guarantee, 99.9% of all that sexual attraction vanishes, because the beliefs they express are so incompatible with reality.

It’s not so much the individual words, claiming it as a historical fact that men have always oppressed wimminz, it is the sentiment oh so clearly expressed between the lines, it is, to state it plainly, sectarian, they are talking about “Men” in the same way that Sunni and Shia talk about each other, or Catholics and Protestants in NI, etc etc etc.

To be clear here, this is why I have always been at pains to use terms like wimminz vs women, niggerz vs men, etc, I am not sectarian towards all female human beings, I am however sectarian towards all human beings, both male and female, who are indulging in such sectarian beliefs about men as can be labelled Feminazism.

AWALT is not a statement of immutable physical fact, such as saying that fish cannot ride a bicycle, AWALT is however an observation of a (practically) universally held and false belief system, moreover,  type 2 belief system, not open to discussion or challenge… Not that long ago everyone knew for a fact that the world was flat, then we knew that if you travelled faster than a galloping horse you would suffocate, then we knew that man could not fly, etc etc

If you wish to be pedantic AWALT does not apply, in 100% of cases, to All Women Are Like That, just 99.9%, but, and this is for sure, All WIMMINZ Are Like That, and what makes a Woman into a Wimminz, why, the prevalent belief systems of society.

Whenever I see the logo and advertising for the charity “Save the Children”, I always think “Fuck the Children”, but we have as a society another set of beliefs about the sanctity of children, we don’t act on it consistently, as any father who has been through secret family courts knows, but we profess that we believe.. type 2

As I said, everyone carries around *many* beliefs simultaneously.

One of the ones we are now questioning here in the UK, is the belief that all mothers should be paid from the public purse a standard amount per child, called “child support”

Many people “believe” that even questioning child support is wrong, just think of the children.

Others, who see our financial straits, and now trying to take a middle road, because another belief system kicks in, the one that defines what they themselves see as them being seen as reasonable and decent, so they talk about limiting it to a maximum of two children, but only applying to the future born, not to existing mothers.

Almost nobody has enough type 1 belief in themselves and their own moral compass to sit here and say, as I am quite happy to, fuck the children, they wanted them, let them raise them, and if they cannot, then the child can fucking starve to death, not my fucking problem.

And because this is a type 1 belief I am happy to explain, and touch and share on other beliefs, it’s not the principle of child welfare that I object to, it is the implementation, it is done in such a was as to encourage skank ho single mommies, and THAT, you see, is NOT in the best interests of those children.

When wimminz, and bosses, and the system and secret family courts and po-lice and other assorted assholes have come to me, as they do to everyone in life, and presented me with a “choice”, where that “choice” has always been to go along with what they want and be seen as a reasonable person and a team player, or, be their enemy, I have a serious character flaw, because every single time, despite what my intellect tells me I should do, I turn around and say “Fuck You, and the horse you rode in on.”

You see, they just exposed themselves to me as a sectarian, and ultimately a sectarian will only accept either your agreement or your destruction, there is no middle ground, you are either with us, or you are against us.

Fine, I’ll choose against you, and that isn’t even based on the subject in question, hell, I may even agree with the subject in question, but one of my own personal other beliefs is that anyone who chooses to put me in a position where I must choose to be either for them or against them is not someone who I will be sharing or discussing any beliefs with, in fact they won’t have any type 1 beliefs, it will all be type 2.

There is no room for me as an individual to learn or grow, only to conform.

This is why I ended up saying fuck you all to the secret family courts system, and end up with zero contact of any kind with my sons, it’s not because I do not care for them, it is because I cannot possibly do them or myself any good by submitting to type 2 beliefs, I would become, like the single skank ho mommies who expressly get pregnant in order to get state handouts and housing, an abuser of children, because preventing children from exposure to type 1 beliefs is worse, in my book, than seeing them starve to death in the gutter.

Kids dying in the gutter is not infectious to society as a whole.

Kids dying in the gutter is self limiting, because it is where the rubber meets the road and beliefs meet reality, and type 1 beliefs will adapt to suit reality, and type 2 beliefs will not merely deny reality, but making it illegal to even discuss reality.

I have lived in Africa, I have been the sole white boy, and I have seen not just racism, but tribalism.2650589184_885150b268

I have had both black and white niggers (with an s) here in thee west try and tell me all about racism, but they don’t know shit about racism, or tribalism, all they know shit about is type 2, which is….

… racism is saying you ain’t and good as me and you never will be because you are  (insert definition her) and I am not, and so you should never have a higher position in society or status than me, you are not my equal, you are beneath me.

… tribalism is not racism, tribalism is not you are beneath me, it is you are cattle, you dare to walk on your hind legs around me, you only live and breathe by my own charity.

Guess which one sectarianism, type 2 beliefs, is closer to.

Team Red and Team Blue.

If both share the same sort of belief system, a type 2 sectarian one, then you are going to either have permanent hostilities or genocide, there isn’t a third way.

If one side holds a type 1 sectarian belief system, IN RESPONSE to the other side’s type 2 sectarian belief system, then there is a third way, when the type 2 sectarian belief system goes the same way as beliefs in a flat earth, or everything revolving around earth, but nothing short of reality will eradicate that type 2 sectarian belief system, and it won’t be pretty.

I can take a sectarian attitude towards the wimminz and niggerz, because they take a sectarian attitude towards me as a man, my attitude is not towards them, but towards their belief system. My type 1 vs their type 2

It doesn’t matter WHAT the actual belief is, it is type 1 vs type 2

type 1 belief that men always oppressed women etc etc, ok, we can discuss that, because it is not a sectarian belief system, that I must be either for or against YOU, because of your beliefs.

It ain’t for me to fix, as a commenter said in a newspaper, we didn’t start the fucking fire, don’t expect us to put it out.

Which worries me.

Because I see a LOT of blogs and guys talking about 2014 being the cusp of change and we are winning and attitudes are changing and so on.

See above, just because some sectarian type 2 belief system wimminz/niggerz starts singing out of tune, doesn’t mean they are not still, just as much as ever, the enemy of everything that is type 1.

Just because someone agrees with you and starts to fight for your side, or so they claim, doesn’t mean they are not still your fucking enemy.

Leopards do not change their spots.

type 2 belief system people do not become type 1, they remain type 2 until they die…. or in rare exceptions something literally life altering happens to them.

We are still, mainly, eg >90% of individuals, raising mini wimminz and mini niggerz, it is way way way too early to be celebrating or relaxing or thinking the waters are not still fucking rising.

If we stopped, today, en masse, breeding and raising mini wimminz and mini niggers, it’s gonna take 60/70 years before they are mainly all gone, and a minimum of 30 years until they are in the minority in society.

You want gradual peaceful change with society largely staying intact?
Plan on the water rising for another 30 years, and in the year 2045 THEN fuckers can claim we are turning the corner.

You want it sooner than that? It’s isn’t going to be pretty.

too many type2, not enough type 1.

DMJ and guys like him, I *want* you to be right, I have more reason than you to want you to be right, simply because I have less time left on the planet.

But wanting you to be right is just another belief system, and sadly, it isn’t one that withstands any rigorous analysis, it is CERTAINLY far too early to be changing personal policies and attitudes, based on no more than noises, from what is after all a type 2 sectarian group.

Hell, every guy *wants* to be loved, but letting your guard down just because someone *claims* that they could love you or might love you or might learn to love you, or might learn to stop hating you, is bullshit.

THERE IS NO FORGIVENESS WITHOUT
CONTRITION AND ATONEMENT.

If there is no contrition and atonement then it is just type 2 belief, they don’t really believe what they did was wrong.

Show me the ACTS of contrition and the ACTS of atonement (and maybe you fuckers better learn the definition of those words) that you have actually completed, and the others that are a work in progress, and then, and only then, we can talk.

No promises, no accolades, no applause, just talk.

Wake the fuck up guys.

January 4, 2014

Godzilla – shit happens.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 4:21 pm

I have always maintained that it is no mere coincidence that the Nips got nuked twice in WW2 and later come out with a plethora of atomic monsters, headed by Godzilla.

Rich irony then that the Fukushima reactor was a commercial US jobbie and not a home grown one or a russ or french design.radiation

It is with no wonder or surprise that I see that the blogosphere is rich with ongoing stories about Fukushima, and indeed elevated ambient levels of radiation across the US mainland.

I enclose again an image I have posted before, image is a link to full size version.

I was just reading a piece about a medical doctor in the USA who told a patient that he thought the recent increased levels of thyroid problems in children in his practice was related to Fukushima.

Really?

Might as well ask the guy in the Godzilla costume, it would be as relevant, accurate and scientifically sound.

As in, the medical doctor is far more qualified than the guy in the Godzilla costume to diagnose and treat thyroid illnesses in children, that’s why one has a licence to practice medicine of children and the other one doesn’t, but both are equally unqualified to state anything at all about radiation sources, spread, exposure and poisoning, which is why neither of them are licensed to practice nuclear engineering.

It reminded me of a party I was at a while ago, there was a senior nuclear medicine guy there, and a guy who had recently retired from the UK nuclear industry, and who had even worked at Dounreay (one of the now defunct UK fast breeders) where “worked at” meant one of the top scientists who still isn’t really allowed to talk about anything much.

The Dounreay guy is someone I always make a point of talking to on the rare occasions we meet, so anyway, we were all there, and certain metallic isotopes came up, namely caesium (bad, if you are a blogosphere type) and thorium (good, if you etc etc) and talk of thorium pebble bed reactors and so forth.

What is really all boils down to in truth is this;

1/ there are several different sorts of “radiation”, when talking about nuclear radiation, rather than just the electromagnetic spectrum, you tend to not get just the one sort from isotope X, you tend to get a mixture.

2/ broadly speaking, if you want to generate power, you want heat, because broadly speaking (there are exceptions to every case) a power plant is just a big kettle and steam turbine, you just use nukes to boil the water instead of coal or oil or gas.

3/ broadly speaking, ionising radiation is easier to shield than gamma rays etc, broadly speaking a couple of sheets of paper will stop alpha particles (electrons) but beta particles (protons and neutrons etc) are much nastier because they change what they hit, shame if that is human tissue, and they penetrate paper like it wasn’t there, and of course gamma rays are the proverbial light through a window when it comes to mere matter.

4/ broadly speaking, the more heat you want, and you want a *lot* to make a decent sized kettle, the more energetic and prominent all the above are, and all of the above are really by products of the heat you want, they are *not* the method used to heat the water in the kettle, the nuclear material does that, it is simple thermal conduction that does 99.99% of the water heating in the kettle, the trouble is if you put the kettle directly on to this nuclear hob, the beta radiation, which is really proton and neutron bombardment, tends to make the kettle radioactive, and the water in it, and the gamma rays won’t be too healthy either, so 95% of reactor design is all about letting the “good” heat energy out while keeping the “bad” radiation in.

So anyway, this party, the nuclear medicine guy was talking about there is more thorium than we could ever use, free energy, blah blah blah, so the Dounreay guy says sadly it is not as simple as that, *I* can tell you how a plane flies, I literally could not design one from scratch to save my life, but nuclear medicine guy isn’t having any of it, and starts blabbing.

Dounreay guys tell him, I am sure you are eminently qualified in your field, which is nuclear medicine, and if I have cancer I’d be delighted to be treated by you, but your knowledge of nuclear physics is actually considerably less than zero, because the 0.01% of the subject that you are aware of, and have some expertise in, leads you to think you know enough to even have an opinion about the other 99.99% of the field, and my good man, you do not.

BTW I have had long talks with Dounreay guy, very interesting man indeed, building nuclear kettles is no problem whatsoever, so in theory there is as much energy there as we could ever want, the problem is the kettles get radioactive themselves, and so you need a system for dealing with that scrap, even that isn’t a problem (see banana in the chart above) the problem is the system that deals with that scrap will eventually itself become contaminated, and people have unrealistic demands about THAT layer that make the whole thing a non starter.

Commercial fusion power plants? I asked him. He said we couldn’t build another Dounreay today even if we wanted to, and a fusion plant would be to Dounreay as Dounreay is to a small commercial GE reactor.  Look at steam, boilers started on land, eventually they got good enough to go in ships, eventually they got good enough and small enough to go in locomotives, building a fusion plant today is like trying to build a steam powered aircraft.

We aren’t smart enough, hence ITER and CERN etc.

This, however, isn’t about the future of nuclear power.

This, is about Godzilla, which is the monster created to embody all our fears, and all our fears are based on ignorance, and there are none more ignorant on any given subject than those who have some level of skill and knowledge in another field, and who assume their competence in that field is any kind of positive factor when it comes to any other field, when in fact it is a strong negative indicator.

My original trade was marine engineering, and I sort of drifted into IT 30 years ago, my skill, competence and experience in those fields is the worst possible indicator of my ability to make any sort of judgement whatsoever about for example aircraft design and flight, even though many of the same tools, fasteners and physical laws and materials are at play.

Subconsciously, we all know this, we are out of control, literally, it has been hundreds of years since it was possible for one man, even a genius,  to know as much of 50% of everything that was known.

Hence Godzilla, *because* they got nuked, the monster under the bed and in the shadows that was never seen in our nightmares became flesh and walked in daylight for the Nips.

Fukushima, Chernobyl, 3 Mile, Nagasaki…. shit happens.

The very definition of evolution, whether it be biological or scientific or technological, embodies the fundamental principle that for every birth there is a death, and it is this birth and death transition that allows the evolution to happen.

The only other option is extinction as a species, and the game itself will carry on without us, we can play, or not play, but we do not own the ball, the field, or make the rules.

Even if ALL the worst case blogobullshit about Fukushima holds true (or man made global warming H^H^H^ climate change, etc etc etc) so what?

Compared to all the other shit going down on a daily basis all over the world, it’s just another thing, not even a very big thing, unless you happen to be one of the unlucky ones.

It’s just lost in the background radiation, eat a banana a year, live within 50 miles of an operating nuke power plant for a year, or sleep in a bed with two other prople for a year, all the same doses of radiation. 0.1 uSv

Fly from NY to LA once, or live in a stone brick or concrete building for a year, same dose. 70 uSv

Live in your own body (internal radiation from the Potassium isotopes in your body) for one year, or one week in Fukushima exclusion zone, same dose.  390 uSv

etc etc

Meanwhile you’re eating phthalate wrapped foods, smoking, drinking, crashing cars, falling down stairs, rock climbing, riding pushbikes in the city traffic.

Godzilla>

Give me a fucking break, the REALLY scary fucking monster is ignorance, coupled with decisions made pandering to or exploiting it.

January 3, 2014

Rosie, Julie + Jim

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 1:20 pm

The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Jim used to start the day by arriving at the bar with his newspaper and ordering a coffee or three.

Jim had a thing about his newspaper, he insisted on being the first to read it, if someone else picked it up, he would go and buy a new one.

If he saw a story he wanted to share he would either read it to you, or finish the paper and then show it to you so you could read it yourself.

Each newspaper each day was of course but one of many identical ones in the shop, and to be strictly correct there was no way to tell if the shop staff had read any of it first, hell, I have seen people deliberately open his paper to page 4 and read something close it and put it back as it was, while Jim went to the toilet, and he would come back and quite happily read his newspaper, believing he was the first, while the guy who read page 4 grinned at everyone else.Internet_dating_2

Apart from the change of name, that is a true story, and presented as such, and I am not saying Jim was right or wrong, or normal or obsessive, or anything else, I am just observing the fact that if he knew someone else had read any of his paper, he would go and buy a new one.

I never discussed with Jim if he only ever fucked virgins, so I cannot even speculate.

Rosie is a girl I met in a cafe, I was sitting at one table having a coffee, she was sitting at another table having a coffee, we looked at each other, you can guess the rest, we fucked for a few days and went our separate ways, all I know about Rosie’s sexual history is she was not a virgin when we met.

Julie is a girl I met on a swinging / fucking site, one of the features of many such sites is users can leave what amount to endorsements of other users, eg I met X in the flesh and we fucked, so even if each such endorsement = only 1 fuck, unlikely, and there were no fucks that did not have an endorsement, even more unlikely, you could arrive at a minimum cock count for Julie.

Julie and Rosie are about the same age, Julie has a lifetime cock count that must be IRO 300, Rosie, well, we just don’t know do we, if you asked Rosie an OK Cupid question like “do you think having had 14 sexual partners is low / high / normal?” well quite apart from the fact that the number is skewed anyway, choice wise, I mean, what the fuck would Julie say… “low”? yeah, and then some. Julie blew 50 guys in one night one time. Where does a lifetime cock count of 14 fit into that.

BTW, all those guys who advocate going with whores, but who also talk about wimminz are useless after the 3rd cock, well, whores will do that in a day, day in, day out, it won’t be a year of going crazy like Julie, it will be a career, 1,000 cocks a year, been a whore for 10 years, you do the math, 10,000, just do not ever tell me anything about high cock counts = unfuckable…. 10,000 cocks and rising say otherwise.

Rosie, well, she is going to say it (14) is about average.

Rosie and Julie are wimminz, not newspapers, even so….

Speaking personally, Julie I have time for, I knew the cock count going in, no rude surprises there for me. She can never even begin to claim or pretend or act like the blushing bride wannabe with a lifetime cock count so low she thinks 14 is high, or average, maybe…

Rosie is the one, Julie you know for a fucking fact from the cock count, she is a slut and it ain’t never gonna get any better than that, Rosie, well, you just don’t know do you.

Bit like Jim and his paper, and anything and everything you don’t know, you have a potential unwelcome surprise when you find out whatever it was you didn’t know.

I speak from personal experience.

The integer 1 is a sufficiently great number, when representing the difference between the cock count you THOUGHT was true, and the one you later find out is the new alleged truth, not because 3 to 4 before me makes a whole heap of difference, but because of who the previously omitted one was, and boy, it was pretty fucking obvious why that one was omitted.

It’s like the image above (yes, I have used it before) why did the guy walk away, she got a 5* rating from 13,400 users, what’s not to like?

You’d rather go with someone who claimed 14 was average for a lifetime cock count?

I’ve deflowered virgins, and fucked grannies, and everything in between, nothing but nothing but nothing makes a difference to how a cunt feels except pregnancy / childbirth (even a caesarian delivery won’t help this one, trust me fellas) and obesity, see the connection between obesity and pregnancy, both make the cunt slacker / sloppier, vaginal birth doesn’t actually make a huge extra difference.

Sloppy cunts don’t bother me, you can always ram it up their ass and box their ears so they clench if you want tight but can’t find a slim wimminz who was never either pregnant or overweight…. lrfh

Finding a wimminz who has never either been overweight or pregnant is probably rarer now than finding a virgin, virgins are overweight.

So 14 vs 300 or 10,000 or 13,400, really doesn’t make a lot of difference, it all feels about the same, has the same utility, has the same value outside of sex (subzero)

I’ve bought used cars with 180k (miles) on the clock…. doesn’t bother me.

Only time I get bothered is if some cunt has “clocked” it, so it reads a lot less miles than it has actually done, not because of the difference in value (assuming the 180k is wound back to 125k, the difference in value isn’t a lot) but because you tried to con me and take me for a cunt.

If you *really* clocked the fucker and put it back to 75k AND changed the plates and look to claim it was 3 years old and not 9, then you got serious problems if you expect to be able to stand up on your hind legs and talk to me like an equal.

Jim had his thing, I have mine.

January 2, 2014

Here comes the mirror man…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:54 am

It’s one of the truisms of the men’s world nowadays that whenever a guy describes his story with the psycho ex in great detail, out of the woodwork come a bunch of other guys who are all OMFG, I feel like you have been spying on my with concealed cameras in my home for the past seven years, because you just described EXACTLY what I had…

Yeah, wimminz all be unique little snowflakes… not.

So sooner or later you realise the wimminz play-book has only a limited number of tactics in it, and you can soon learn them all, and then spot them all.

The guy feeling like he is all WTF I don’t understand what is going on there must be something but she won’t tell me what and I do not UNDERSTAND this because literally one minute it was fucking great and next thing I know for no reason that I can see or discern it’s like I don’t exist… bwaaa…

.. is one of them.

You have all felt it and been there.

It is quite excusable, the FIRST time you experience it first hand, to give a fuck, and to want to know what is wrong and what you can do to fix whatever it is, because you have no fucking clue… this is after all a man’s nature, to fix things and understand things.

It’s not like she has told you you are through and go FOAD, so you know where you stand.

Giving that fuck is however extremely dangerous, it can and does quite easily lead to escalating drama and consequences down the line, life changing ones for you, possibly even life ending… certainly false accusations and the abduction of any children you have with her, this shit is really only a matter of when, not if.

Not giving the fuck is what happens when you learn it is just play #x in the wimminz play-book.

But.

Men being men, they still want to understand, so here is your explanation.

To a guy, you can introduce the concept of a “sandbox“, a figurative word to describe a situation where you have a thing going on in life, and that thing, like the sand in a kid’s sandbox, is kept contained and constrained within its strictly defined boundaries, so as not to contaminate everything else.

Tell him to sandbox his work, or his drinking, or whatever, and gets it and is fine with that.

Try to introduce this concept to a wimminz, and the first thing you get is wonder, and then their heads assplode and bits of hamster wheel and toilet roll go flying everywhere, because they can never actually grasp the idea of having one thing that is kept entirely separate from the rest of their lives.

Proper masculine men *can* make great engineers and lawyers and coders and so on, because of this, for the duration of the exercise they can set aside what they ACTUALLY know, and pretend to work with only what is inside the sandbox knowledge.

I personally know of several instances of chains of small groups of people that were specifically set up to reverse engineer a patented product and come up with something that did the same job but that was patent free, that all failed spectacularly because one wimminz or one wimminz and her beta niggerz in the teams failed at sand-boxing, and the end product was a litigation nightmare.

I knew a guy once, years ago, he was a truly great liar, not because he could convince anyone that his lies were truth, but because every time you picked a hole in one of his lies, he just told another lie to fill it, and he could keep this shit up for hours, so long you forgot the original premise and even the will to live.

Contrast this with a wimminz, who will quite quickly just lose it and start shouting at you for not believing her, and then going silent and not answering any new questions, or giving the same answers as she gave already.

Wimminz can’t sandbox, and they know this, instinctively.

So, to get back to the thing that started all this, some poor bastard stood there in confusion and going all WTF???!!!??? And if he is unlucky giving a fuck, and if he is experienced enough at the wimminz play-book not giving a fuck.

If I steal 5 bucks from your wallet, I *know* I stole 5 bucks from your wallet, I cannot remove that knowledge from my head, and so I cannot perfectly mimic the guy stood next to me, who did not steal 5 bucks from your wallet, doesn’t know fuck all about 5 bucks, or your wallet, and doesn’t much give a fuck either way, as long as nobody is pointing the finger at him.

I, being the one who knows he stole your 5 bucks, am anxious to avoid any probing questioning, and specifically any further answers that might arise out of my answers to those questions, the guy next to me, he doesn’t give a fuck.

The wimminz, knowing instinctively that she cannot sandbox, acts like the guy who stole 5 bucks, they will avoid the potentially unpleasant and embarrassing situation, and all the questions that arise.

They cannot sandbox, so they are not going anywhere near letting the guy know WTF was going on with regards to him, because they know that will open the door to other stuff, stuff that they do NOT want to discuss with him, or have him know, or have him question her about.

Now, I am not saying that this necessarily tells you whatever it was that was her real reason, specifically, so you can’t take this and say OK, this is proof she is fucking some other guy, that isn’t what it is at all, it could just as easily, and in fact is more likely, to be the case that whatever she was or is doing now, it is incompatible with and mutually exclusive to, something that she previously told you about herself.

That *might* be that she is fucking some other guy, or it might be that she works checkout at walmart and doesn’t sell real estate like she claimed, or the dead husband who was going to babysit the wombturds so she could come see you ain’t dead, he just had to work extra, and the imaginary babysitter of course couldn’t cover, or it may even be something a simple that there is something about herself being a fuckup that she doesn’t like, and there is no way to answer your questions without exposing that flaw to you.

The point YOU need to get as a guy, is that this play-book move ALWAYS has the same motive behind it for her, and that is keeping you in the dark about something.

It is more important to her that you do not know X,
than it is important to her to spend time in your company.

That, my friends, is all you need to know.

She would rather not be with you and keep her dirty little secret, than be with you and have her dirty little secret be exposed, and face questioning about it, questions to which she does not have good answers, which leads to more questions, etc etc etc.

Whenever you feel that WTF?!>! moment, or see a brother going through it, that is what is really going on.

So, I have a question for you, specifically for those of you who haven’t truly learned the wimminz play-book yet, and who still give a fuck, even a tiny one.

Why are you giving a fuck about someone to whom keeping their own dirty little secrets is more important than treating you like a decent human being?

What possible positive future or outcome do you hope for?

Push for answers and a resolution and the next thing you know the po-lice will be grabbing you by the collar, slapping the cuffs on, and charging you with harassment and intimidation and abuse.

And you STILL won’t be getting those answers you seek.

I have never yet met a man who had any of those questions answered honestly by the wimminz in question.

I know ONE man who had them answered posthumously when plod knocked on his door to inform him that his ex wife would not be collecting the kids as usual because she was dead, plod didn’t know anything at all about a sister, any sister, or any sibling, as next of kin, much less the sister who the wimminz was visiting every weekend for the past 5 years, 2 years separated and 3 years of marriage. Oh, and by the way, was he aware his ex wife was a swinger, and did he ever swing with her? Plod let him into her (used to be his) house, to get the kids clothes and toys, so he grabbed her laptop and later went through it. Then he found out.

It didn’t make him any wiser though, or tell him any USEFUL data that he had not already been given, simply by the fact that she preferred to keep him in the dark and fed on shit, while he went WTF?

Feel WTF? No freely volunteered info forthcoming from her?

Really, what else do you need to know?

Wimminz understand THAT message both instantly and perfectly.

Why don’t you?

January 1, 2014

Paying for sex.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:45 pm

I used to say, often, that I never paid for sex, and this was true, even when I was running a bar that catered to the US 6th fleet and got freebies from the girls, I was fucking whores and not paying for it…

Yet, in many ways it is also true that I never got sex for free, even the casual meaningless one off swingers site hookup involved the cost of a PC, the electric it used, the internet connection, and the extra hot water and soap shower afterwards.

Now I could talk about certain romantic days in the year, which could be any day with a “y” in it, or absence making the heart grow fonder, or whatever, but the fact is da wimminz have quiet periods too, and sometimes they will get to thinking of you, and, if you haven’t made it too unpleasant on them hamster wheel wise last time, who knows, maybe they will drop a dime on you.

And so it is, a couple of the lads are around, because frankly it is fucking pissing it down here, (this pic is my “recycling” bin, the fuckers left the lid open last collection, 19 days ago, as it was empty, nothing to recycle, so this is 19 days rain…)IMG_20140101_130504s and I have the heating on and endless supplies of good coffee and chillin’ sounds, and we are discussing shit like all the crap games on Steam, it’s like yank TV, 999 channels and nothing I want to watch, although Crysis 2 did get another outing last night, and new years resolutions.

So yes, my resolution for this year is get the bobber back together, road legal and on the road, it’s been too fuckin’ long, so that was discussed a little…

… and my phone goes, an SMS…

So, there is this chick, we have been on and off, fucking wise, a couple of times already, off because she goes off on some hamster wheel insanity, on because when she isn’t on the hamster wheel insanity I connect to her quite well and the sex is fucking great, I don’t mind admitting this, I don’t see the problem, am I only supposed to fuck stuff I find revolting? How does that work?

So, the SMS pops up, and this point I’d better mention that one of these guys is a dude I have known for many years, married with kids now and freely admits his wife is nuts, but.. you know the score, at least he is getting his oats regular and there are the kids to think of, and the other guy is someone I have known 3 or 4 years, and this new years is his first anniversary of a nasty break up, he spent last new years in a police cell as a result… so…

The SMS pops up, and I get the oh noes you’re not really going to talk to the skank again are you schtick, and I am like, sure I am, the fucking was damn good, and it may be on the cards again if I play it cool…

But dude, they both chime in, look at the money you spent on the bitch….

So I had to explain the following points;

  1. Yes, I did spend considerably more money when I was in her company than I would have spent had I been sat at home alone for those same periods of time.
  2. A goodly proportion of that money was spent on me, for example if I buy her ingredients so she can cook me a meal that I like.
  3. A reasonable proportion of the money was spent on her, in such a way that at the point of spending I knew I was never going to see that money again, and that is the attitude I took while spending it, that it was being spent, never to be seen again.
  4. Despite all this “needless expenditure on a wimminz” I remain firmly in credit with the bank, all bills paid, zero debt, etc etc etc, so essentially I was spending money I could afford to spend.
  5. Even if you take the worst case scenario, paint it black as possible, include everything you possibly could and call it money spent on the skank, yes, that way it adds up to a large number, call it X bucks, but when you divide that number by the number of hours I spent in her company….. call it Y hours…
  6. I got, all together, five or six months of sexual entertainment, and some comforts and shit too, so that Y hours really is pretty significant, and as far as the X bucks, the married guy visiting spends more than that on being married in two weeks, and the first anniversary single guy spent more than that in fines in one night for punishment for decking the bitch, a straight right into the mouth, she flies back unconscious, in response to her spending 27 seconds (as recorded by CCTV) slapping him around the face for talking to “another girl” in the bar, the other girl being the chick he used to see every month when paying his rent to the flat rentals agency.

I wouldn’t like to sit here and give an actual number for the sum X bucks total / Y hours total and get an hourly rate, the margin for error is about the same magnitude as the number, so we are talking something of the order of a buck fifty / two bucks an hour, plus or minus up to 100%

So, the point of all this.

I would struggle, I really would, with the idea of handing over 50 quid or 100 bucks for an hour with a whore, or whatever the going rates are now for a HOT young 20’s all holes open for business whore.

It’s not the paying for it, it is too much money for not enough time is all.

Fifty quid / 100 bux for two hours I’d go for it, 50 for three hours I’d block book in advance.

Similarly, I struggle with the whole “girlfriend experience” thing, because it involves not just money, which I spend when I am with the skank in question, but time spent doing what SHE wants, which I do NOT do when I am with the skank in question.

Yes, I have spent significant amounts of money while being in this skanks company, over a period of 5 months or so, but as an hourly rate it prolly works out less than what I have spent on Steam, and it is money spent on MY leisure time, I wouldn’t be whining about spending money on a holiday to Acapulco, and dividing it by the number of times I got laid on that holiday, because I did other things than just getting laid, and the same holds true here.

Essentially, I didn’t do anything out of character, or that wasn’t selfish or in my own self interests, in fact the only way you can really fault it is from the “girlfriend experience” perspective, where you spent time with someone because you love them and they love you…sic..

Hell, if you want to talk about being a loser, look at this guy.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2531893/Nandos-fan-spent-1-000-meals-85-branches-win-free-food-life-discover-competition-ended.html

But even then you can say at least he got food in exchange for his money, even if his stated purpose was a complete failure.

My stated purpose was a complete success, for the time we spent together I had unlimited kinky sex and very pleasant company and comforts.

The sour taste bit keeps coming back, as I was trying to impress upon these two guys, that I was “paying for sex”, no cash, no gash, and that is the bit that sticks in the blue pill craw.

And the pseudo red pill craw too, you should not be effectively supporting these skanks by paying them to continue to be skanks.

Which is the point at which I depart company from many self professed MGTOW types, while not claiming to be MGTOW, or indeed anything else except me, I do not see how I have betrayed myself or my principles here.

So, I paid for sex+, (because I got a lot more than just sex, so I call it sex+) informally, not formally as with a whore.

Fucking frog and scorpion guys.

Paying a scorpion to dress up as a frog so you can have freaky kinky monkey sex with it doesn’t turn that scorpion into a frog, it was dress up, pretend, make believe.

WTF is porn, or marriage, or career, but make believe?

So the SMS came in, at this stage that is all it is, your guess is as good as mine as to whether I am going to spend any time with that skank in future.

Would I, given the opportunity? Hell yes…

In preference to the “closer to free” swinging NSA hookups? Hell yes…

Why?

Well, if you have 1,000 bucks in the bank and only so many meals you can eat in a day, would you choose between the 99c BK daily or the $5 Minute steak and blow job?

Very important point here, the INSTANT you stop talking discretionary spending and start eating in to bills and hobbies and garnishing future pay-checks to buy jewellery and gifts are cars and houses, it is an utterly different ball game.

Time is something we also spend, yeah, sure, I’d like it if the skank in question gave me all that she did out of pure love and the money ended up even, like a dog would like two dicks, but that wasn’t ever on offer.

I spent the money and the time, and the combination of the two was that I can look back on the time I did spend with that skank and grin, I had a fucking good time, and a good fucking time, and it was time and money well spent.

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Of course, perception is a funny thing, I could take on board and internalise the whole paying for sex is wrong thing, or I could cut my cock off, or I could throw the baby out with the bathwater.

What is the ultimate goal here?

1/

To live by a set of rules in the hope that following these will somehow make life better.

2/

To do things (and fuck wimminz) in such a way that you can look back on them and grin and go YUP and should you be presented with the opportunity to take that ride again you go YUP. No regrets.

Seriously.

It is a profound question.

Let us say, right now, just for the purposes of example and argument, that the X bucks spent was 500, and the Y hours of cool company and creature comforts and kinky monkey sex was 250.

$2/hour

I could be sat here now with one of two outcomes;

  1. An extra $500 in the bank, but none of those memories of that kinky sex and creature comforts and good times.
  2. My current positive bank balance, and all those memories.

It’s back to that profound question about the ultimate goals here.

What matters is that FOR ME, I took the better of the two options.

Isn’t that what this should all be about, what is GENUINELY in my own personal long term best interests, looking back with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight.

Yahbut, they say, you clearly have a soft spot for this skank.

So?

I have a soft spot for Milan, doesn’t mean I want to fucking live there for the rest of my fucking life.

Where did this idea come from that ANY and every positive (or even non negative) opinion or feeling about a thing that is overall pretty bad and fucked up is a betrayal and dangerous etc etc.

Yeah, AWALT, AWALT means All Wimminz Are Like That, it does not mean that you are not allowed to find beauty in the curve of a tit or the folds of a cunt or a cute ass bent over in front of you.

You know there is really no purpose in your so called freedom and enlightenment if you gain the courage to declare that AWALT; but lack or lose the courage to state that some aspects of the female form are fucking beautiful, and that you do not regret one second that you spent enjoying that.

December 31, 2013

NSA, sex or spying

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:01 pm

It amuses me that the National Security Agency shares an acronym with a type of casual sex known as No Strings Attached.

It amuses me that millions of people can watch Bond movies and be amazed at the gadgets from Q division, then act horrified when they find out the NSA (and every fucker else) has 99 different ways to hack into a PC including embedding shit in VGA cables, USB cables, RJ45 ports, etc etc etc

Hello…..?

It amuses me that so many people think you have said something profound and intelligent when you say “And Bill Gates walks into a Shanghai sneaker factory, and everyone is a millionaire, on average….” into a conversation about cost of living and inflation and average wages.

It amuses me that when people discuss distasteful stuff like paedophilia or incest or bestiality, they think that evil abusers + poor victims = 99% of all cases, and not just the 1% of all cases that were so unhappy about it they complained, when there is no particular real reason for only these crimes to be comprised only of abusers and victims, which doesn’t add up, for every other crime there is a whole milieu of activity that may well be criminal, but all the participants are quite happy to carry on partaking.

It amuses me that merely asking for a scientific proof of something before making a law criminalising everyone is equated to being either an apologist for that thing or worse still a believer in that thing.

It amuses me that at 14:07 hours someone can be quite happy to live in a certain place, talk to a certain person, buy a certain product, and at 14:08, though nothing FACTUAL has changed one iota, except that someone just got some extra data that they personally were not aware of before, they are no longer happy about anything.

It amuses me perhaps most of all that despite the fact that we now live in a 24/7 world of IT, and despite the fact that my job is field engineer, and my office is manned 24/7 and I am on call, the traditional 2 week fuck all happens Christmas and new year hiatus still applies, and January will be as dead as it always is in IT, when there is zero technical or physical reason for this seasonal hiatus, yet, when it is over, suddenly everything is going to be very very very urgent all over again.

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I’ve spent that last couple of days talking to a couple of guys determined to better themselves, and to this end they are investing a considerable amount of their own time and own money to get Cisco and Microsoft certification.

So they turned to me, as someone actually earning money in this field, for my opinion, it wasn’t what they thought it would be, as inevitably you can’t discuss employment and salary without touching on the wider economy… but… here is what I told them.

1/

At my level / role / position, you can’t really extrapolate to other roles / levels positions, sure, a full set of Cisco and MS certificates will be the kind of thing the guy pulling a solid high 5 low 6 digit salary will be holding, and sure, that guy will have forgotten more about such subjects than I will ever know, but….

2/

You can’t say with any authority that having all those certs will guarantee you that sort of job at that sort of salary, but you can pretty much guarantee that if you do have (the full set) them, nobody is going to offer you MY job at MY pay scale, even if you were happy enough to take it.

3/

So, despite it being the same field, that guy with all the certs, and me with decades of field experience, actually don’t have much in common, any more than the guy who fills the ATM at your local bank branch has in common with the regional accountant for that same bank.

4/

At *my* level, I tend to see the same faults over and over and over again, do the job 12 months and you have probably seen them all at least once, that doesn’t really give you/me a good basis for assessing the value of the full set of certs, or the capabilities of someone with them… however….

5/

Two other things that are not necessarily congruent are a body holding a full set of certs, and that same body actually having a functioning brain…. I have *literally* had conversations with people holding said certificates doing the remote while I am on-site, and I have had to repeat myself three fucking times to explain the concept of a fucking “air gap”, eg the cable ain’t plugged in / there is no electrical or data connection, ergo no data is going to pass between these two items, eg the thing you are talking about cannot fucking physically happen.

So of course the obvious parallels here are to our leaders, our bosses, our CEO’s, our bankers and economists and politicians.

They are all certificated up the wazoo too, but, we only notice the ones with the certification who can’t do the fucking job, because they have the certs but not a functioning brain.

I *do* come across those who have the certs *and* a functioning brain, in fact quite a lot of my fellow employees and colleagues fall into that category… but I recognise that I am in the minority in being able to say that, if I worked in retail for instance I would not be able to.

Which brings us back to our two chaps pursuing certification.

They are in place X career / employment wise, and they hope these bits of paper will put them in place Y career / employment wise, because, being brutally honest here, these are about the only options on the table.

Statistically speaking, they have as much chance of making it to that high 5 low 6 digit salary in a place Y career as they do of getting a job alongside me, but at least the path they are taking has an established procedure, the path I took looks like nothing more than random chance / luck / chaos theory at work.

Speaking factually, the guy who took a chance on me and gave me the job was worried, even after spending a couple of weeks at HQ boning up on their shit, because the only way he could asses me was to ask me a couple of questions, just like an exam, just like a cert…. and my answers were correct, but slow in coming, because I was running through them in detail before actually speaking.

Meanwhile the guy who has spent two weeks with me making sure I knew their shit told the other guy “he’ll be fine” – “you sure?” – “yup”

Which very very neatly highlights the problem with certs.

Cisco and MS particularly try to address this by making the exams *hard* as in you get hundreds of questions that cover all areas of everything, but then you get a vicious feedback cycle, and the tuition then becomes cramming and committing to memory type learning, rather than real understanding type learning.

So I will get guys who hold ALL the certs telling me that the noise, signal and attenuation numbers for the line, which are measures in dB, which is a logarithmic scale, don’t really matter, because the coursework is concerned with how for example a xDSL connection works in theory, but to understand that properly you have to understand the telecomms side of things and the cabling side of things to, which these certs don’t cover.

This started YEARS ago, I am one of the last few that experienced a secondary school eduction that featured “Chemistry” lessons, and “Physical Chemistry” lessons (ditto physics etc) where you actually went into the chemistry lab and attempted to replicate what you had learned from the books in the classroom based chemistry lessons.

I won’t even bother trying to number the amount of times or regularity with which I would sit there in the class just not getting any of the shit I was being taught, sure, I was hearing it, and could muddle through when coaxed by the teacher, but none of it was sinking in or making any proper sense, I wasn’t actually LEARNING…. then we would go to the lab, try and replicate that stuff physically, and suddenly it all just fell into place and made sense, made so much sense that my brain took it, processed it, and ran with it, so for example we were being taught at 13/14 about the various bonds and structures of the various forms of carbon (this was before buckminster) and it became obvious that these were like the tiles on a floor, great, but what happens at the edges, if you print all these out of paper and cut the paper in half you get all messy sticky out bits, aha, teacher says, surface chemistry, this is a whole other field of chemistry, go to university if you want to study THAT…

You see the problem here.

You end up with certificates up the wazoo types, which is a bit like those that persevered in classroom chemistry, they’re good, but there is little true knowledge and understanding. Ther can fire up the CAD workstation and simulators and design a car.

And the me types, haven’t got a (relevant to Cisco or MS) piece of paper to wipe my ass with, but, within the limited roles of responsibility that I have, eg a grease monkey for t’intertubez, I’m a good guy.

Nowhere is there an Issigonis, a Chapman, a Brunel, and more importantly, nowhere is there the kind of guy they would employ and work with on a day to day basis….

Which makes it really difficult, getting back to the two guys pursuing certs, to know what to say, or advise them, or even just how much truth in required when answering their questions… at what point does truth become non-helpful.

There are the territories knowledge and skill wise where I work now, I can’t go much higher, it gets rarefied real fast, and the level of effort I have to put in rises real fast, and the remuneration for all this extra effort and so on is not an up front deal, so where is the incentive, given I can live on what I earn now, and work basically fuck all,

Let’s take device X, call it a Cisco box.

One of the factors limiting the quantity and quality of certified guys available to connect to that box is your budget, that is pretty much as it has always been, but, it is now a global marketplace, if I want to start a new business ISP that always has 10 x CCNP + 2 x CCIE + 1 x CCT on 24/7 availability I can go out and hire that, and I don’t care if they are Chinese or Indian or Brazilian or Martian, except the ping times might make things difficult for the Martian.

It’s no big deal.

One of the other factors limiting the quantity and quality of certified guys available to connect to that box is the physical connection, there has to fucking be one.

If the box is dead swap it out or reflash the config or IOS, if it is a cable or switch issue again someone has to go onsite, and again ultimately if there is 3g coverage all you need is a guy with a 3g tethered laptop connected directly to device X, and some remote control software.

Yes, there are middle grounds, there are times when the ideal solution is to get a certified network security guy on-site with direct physical access to the switch layer, but these cases aren’t the bulk of it.

The bulk of it is the hands on guys on site need to be good enough all rounders, to ensure that the cubicle guys with all the certs can connect and do their thing.

Right there, it isn’t just a case of certification = salary any more, it is a case of do you wanna effectively be your own boss on the road every day to a different physical site, or do you wanna be a cubicle guy.

The potential employer has two good reasons not to give the guy with all the certs the field job, one, he is overqualified so will prolly walk for more money, and two, it is not exploiting his abilities in return for the maximum revenue for the company.

What do I tell these two guys, who clearly haven’t even considered being the red stapler guy in the cubicle in return for this high salary.

Which job is more resistant to both emerging technologies, eg cisco going from command line to just checking some radio boxes in a GUI, and virtualisation, eg not a physical router layer but a virtual one, and to the ongoing financial pressures of outsourcing?

Under certain circumstances, that 420 second ping to Mars vs the 0.15 second ping to Mumbai might not be a show stopper, if the Martian is willing to work for 10% of what the agency in Mumbai is asking.

Would the certified guys be willing to relocate to Mumbai and take a 90% drop in salary to keep their jobs?

You see, the other thing, because I tend to see the same shit over and over again, I get very good at it, the certified up the wazoo guy may spend 0.5% of his time coming across these issues, but I spend 90% of my time on them, so within a year *I* am the expert with the specific experience, and because we are only talking about that small sub-section of all that the certified up the wazoo guys know, it’s my specialist subject, and they think I am hot shit.

I get to shine….. without trying.

Big fish in a small pond…lol

You see why I think I have (while it lasts) a great job.

You see why trying to advise these two other guys is so difficult, and despite their ambitions, I do not envy them one bit.

December 30, 2013

Got to get your head around this shit

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:58 am

It’s a recurring theme with guys I talk to…

“If only Mandy wasn’t such as xxxxx she would be great…”

And if wishes were horses no fucker would walk.

Guys, I feel your pain, I really, literally do, the gap between the reality and what you wish for is big enough to hide and swallow whole universes of pain and heartache, but, it is what it is, and if wishes were horses etc

I hear this all the time too, if only, in hindsight, I had said or done this, and not that, she would still be with me / be with me / be sucking on my cock / not have lied to me / etc etc etc

Fucking grow up, she did not act the way she did because you did or said the wrong code phrase, she acted the way she did because that is the way she is.

Yes, you could, in theory, have acted a different way, and had a different outcome, eg she would be sucking on your cock right now, but, and this is the biggie and back to wishes and horses, she would still be doing what she is doing, and doing it because that is the way she is.

You do NOT leave a bundle of 20’s on the dashboard of your parked car with the doors and windows open, that does NOT make the thief who walks by and finds nothing to steal any less of a thief.

You DO leave a bundle of 20’s etc, the thief walks by and steals them, you did NOT make them a thief.

You don’t leave a bundle of 20’s in plain view because it is stupid and inviting trouble to tempt a thief by doing so, your concern is not with the honest, they have no interest in your property… however little apparent care you take of it.

When you hit the dating / fucking sites and score 0 for 200 attempts, that is not a reflection that your tactics failed, and you should have said or acted differently to score, thinking this way is denying that gap between wishes and reality.

Scoring 0 for 200 is a reflection that your tactics WORKED, you avoided 200 skanks that sure, might have got you laid, but sooner or later, only a question of time, you would come to regret it.

Guys, far from me being able to find ONE example of a wimminz that I have known that, if only this one thing about her was this instead of that, she and we would have been great, this is the story of EVERY WIMMINZ that I have known, no exceptions.

I know, for a fucking fact, 99% of these wimminz can’t help it, but wish they could, wish someone would come along and prevent them from destroying their own lives and leaving them nothing but the gutter and cats and piss… some of the more honest ones will openly admit and discuss this with me, and then turn around and sting the frog they are riding, and then blank me, because it is too painful personally for them to talk to me any more, because I will be a mirror to that fuckup, and that hurts.

You know, on occasion, I have been called in to counsel people, people who are facing issues because a family member has turned into a junkie or an alky. Let’s say the alky/junkie in question is called Tom.

I tell all these people straight, the Tom you knew is dead, this Tom looks like that Tom, talks like him, walks like him, has all his memories, but it isn’t Tom, it is an invasion of the body snatchers Tom, this Tom is not your Tom…. there is nothing you can do for this Tom, and all you can do for yourself is accept that old Tom is dead, and keep this alien body-snatcher 100% out of your life forever.

But there is the gap between wishes and reality, Tom never really kicks the habit, and the person who ignored my advice pays the price, again and again and again.

One of the things you have to accept, and I really do mean this, you have to accept to the point where you own it and make it your own, is the concept that as time passes and you get older, certain things are no longer probable, where probable is me being pedantic and not using the word possible, because there are exceptions, but they are incredibly rare, so I use probable in the sense that it is possible you are holding a winning lottery ticket, but it is not probable.

Would you accept a not yet drawn lottery ticket as full payment for a new car you were selling? No…

Would you attempt to offer a not yet drawn lottery ticket as part payment of a overdue debt you owed to Luigi and Giorgio, who are about to kneecap you, because apart from the lottery ticket you have shit to offer them… Yes…

You cannot sit here and declare yourself to be a red pill motherfucker and talk about wimminz and the wall, and not accept that you also are not immune from the effects of entropy.

Does it pain me that I have almost certainly met, for me, the absolute best fuck I could ever imagine having, but sadly other factors (she was a lying cunt, quelle surprise) meant it died a death, to be specific, I have probably passed the peak of the best sex I am ever going to have… does it pain me?

Well, wishes and reality… that’s the truth.

I’m on one side of that bottomless chasm, and wish I was on the other side.

But I am not.

I do not blame ANYONE, man or wimminz, for simply wishing they were on the other side of the bottomless chasm, for example, I wish the best fuck I ever had wasn’t a liar like all the rest.

I do blame people for denying reality, you ARE on this side of the chasm, if the bitch wanted to get in touch and make amends, because she genuinely regretted lying to me, nothing would have stopped her, one more message from me to help her / save her from herself, one more email in case she missed the last one, one more phone call in case she has changed her mind, one more card in the post extending the olive branch… you get ma drift….

Wishing hurts.

Denying reality is just picking at that scab so it never heals and never stops hurting.

That is what wimminz do, and like Tom the alky/addict, it is a journey that each individual chooses, a journey that can only be taken alone.

DMJ wrote a book, As I walk these broken roads, to me, in many ways it could equally well have been titled As I walk these lonely roads, one title is the physical, the physical roads are in disrepair, that is what is below the main protagonist‘s boot heels, the other is spiritual, that is what is above the main protagonist’s boot heels, and inside his flesh.

We all walk lonely roads, ships that pass in the night, etc etc etc, when I was a young lad, pre-pubescent, which is important because it means you can exclude sex from the equation, there was a TV series that I used to watch, now, I can only remember two things about it, the name The Flashing Blade, and a line from the intro song.. “it is better to have fought and lost, than never fought at all”

And thanks to the marvel’s of t’internetz..

So, in later years, because that is how the brain works, or at least, how my brain works, every time I was supposed to quote Tennyson and loved and lost, I always ended up writing fought and lost, and failed that question… I guess it is a bit like driving from A to B, you miss a turning the first time you make the journey, in all subsequent journeys you miss the same turning and end up making the same alternate way back to the main route.

You’d think that fighting men would get it, one second you’re talking to your mate, next second you’re tasting what is left of him, spattered all over you, but that’s apparently where PTSD comes in, not accepting your on the wrong side of the abyss, nowadays in the western world we pull fighting men out, in other places or on other sides and at other time you stayed “in theater” as it were, for years at a time, no PTSD there, and no doubts about what side of the abyss you were on.

I have no idea how many wimminz I have fucked, we can call that anything from police actions to guerilla warfare, and of course the FRA’s and shit, well, that was Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I’m a veteran, not a superhero super soldier, just a veteran who has been on every shit detail on every battlefront of the gender war, and yeah, I re-upped myself at every opportunity, hoo-fucking-rah… what a fucking putz… but…

but…

A literal lifetime in the trenches does get you way past that PTSD hump and into territory where you cross the abyss, and then the next, and then the next, and if wishes were horses I still be the fresh faced innocent punk outside the recruiting office, and I’d have had real options other than walking in, and I’d have ridden everywhere and walked nowhere.

But wishes are not horses, wishes are not reality, I know the difference.

I see new battalions thrown to the lions every week, and it is a slaughter of the innocents, and the only way I know how to survive it is to become like me, and I dunno that I would wish that on you poor bastards either, I guess God will sort it out.

But every single one of those who I ended up wearing as camo, or seasoning in my billy, or whose shit I had to hump because they took one for the team, every single one of them had one thing in common, they all thought that wishes were horses, all they had to do was believe enough, try enough, pray enough, and the abyss between wishes and reality would be bridged.

The bad news is, plenty who did know shit from shinola still bought it along the way, so learning wishes from horses isn’t perhaps so much a way of surviving, but a mark that all the survivors have in common… so far… hostilities haven’t ceased…

December 28, 2013

2013 / 2014 tech postbag

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 2:19 pm

Basically, *my* answers to a bunch of tech questions that have been in the postbag, in no particular order. YMMV etc.

  1. Intel socket 2011 / X79 is the only thing you should be building, unless the entire build budget is below 500 or some other technical design requirement such as size dictates otherwise.
  2. Xeon‘s are for dual (or more) socket mobos, if you only have one socket Xeon is not as good as i7 IMHO.
  3. Boot disks should always be SSD.
  4. Never stripe (RAID-0) anything, this goes double for SSD
  5. If you own three or more computing devices (smart-phone + laptop / PC) the third device should be a Windows home server NAS box, and the other two should do daily backups to it.
  6. Standardise all your spinning hard disks on one size / make  / model – make that a WD Green 2 TB
  7. Don’t buy bigger than 2TB disks, it violates rule 6, and that is just for starters.
  8. Gig-e Ethernet hubs/switches are the minimum, even for a wired home network now.
  9. I have no idea why anyone would run anything except a single cheap (HP) network colour laser printer on their network.
  10. Never buy multifunction devices, eg scanner / printer / copier.
  11. 1080p tellys with HDMI / RGB input make great cheap big monitors.
  12. Never buy cheap SDHC / mSDHC memory cards, always buy the best quality branded ones you can get, eg Samsung, eg from the MAKER, not a re-branded reseller like Kingston.
  13. See #5, backups are like parachutes, it’s too late to try to implement them at the point of need.
  14. If you have cable put the all in one cable modem device into modem only mode and fit a Draytek 28xx series router.
  15. If you have xDSL bin the supplied carrier dsl modem and fit a Draytek 28xx series router.
  16. Prior to doing any build go to ninite.com and select and download your own installer. Don’t forget places like oldversion.com either…
  17. On your NAS box, create a repository of copies of all the drivers and hardware CD‘s for all your hardware… and make sure data duplication is turned ON on your NAS box too
  18. Get a USB3 external disk drive caddy, and a USB3 card reader, and a SDHC/micro SDHC adapter.
  19. Android apps I use all the time;
    1. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.sand.airdroid
    2. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.dama.hardwareinfo
    3. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.google.zxing.client.android
    4. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=it.android.demi.elettronica.pro
    5. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.overlook.android.fing
    6. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=cn.wps.moffice_eng
    7. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.appdlab.magnify
    8. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.imsunny.android.mobilebiz.pro
    9. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=org.prowl.networkmapper
    10. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.mobilepcmonitor
    11. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=net.jsecurity.printbot
    12. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.cloudycity.android.qrcontact
    13. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=la.droid.qr
    14. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=uk.co.nickfines.RealCalc
    15. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.zegoggles.smssync
    16. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.bv.wifisync
    17. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.keramidas.TitaniumBackup
    18. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.farproc.wifi.analyzer
    19. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.dooblou.WiFiFileExplorerPRO
  20. I don’t carry things like mobe charging cables around, I have one set that lives in the multiplug charger by the coffee table, I have one set that lives in the multiplug cigar charger in the car, I have a spare emergency set in the work / tote bag…. I do not use spare batteries for either mobile phone, I put them on charge.
  21. The ONE technical innovation in motor vehicles that actually kicks ass, FULL blue-tooth integration with your phone, of course it is hardly practical to suggest you all go out and buy a 2013 Merc to get this, but I wouldn’t go back to anything else now, I retrofit a kit if need be, but FULL blue-tooth, not just audio.
  22. an old / cheap 64/128 gig 2.5″ SSD in a portable external USB3 enclosure kicks ass, solid state so no worries about treating it like a USB stick, but read and write speeds a USB stick can only dream of.
  23. In my day job as the Cisco Kid, you’d be surprised how little kit I actually carry, apart from the usual basic set of tools and a bunnyphone and a buck knife, and some spare RJ45/11 patch leads, it’s a stinkpad, USB/RS232 adapter, some RS232 gender changers, and a console cable (RS232/RJ45) – that’s pretty much it… oh, and a network cable tester, which is mainly used to find the other end of cable x in the usual rats nest of a customer’s cabling system…. and a roll of masking tape to label shit… and heavy use of the smart-phone camera for record keeping…
  24. In my night job as general PC megahero, it’s pretty much the same kit, but also a wallet full of CD/DVD’s with shit on like all the winders install disks, a copy of suse, a copy of knoppix/mepis, BartPE bootable winders live CD, and a couple of disk and partition tools.
  25. As far as laptops are concerned, unless the laptop is less than 12 months old, or less than 24 months old and very high end, if the screen is dead or the mobo had been damaged by moving it while leaving plugs in, I walk away, just not worth it.
  26. You have HARDWARE, OS, and USER DATA, the first two you can always fix, the third you can never fix, once it is gone, it is gone, so treat all USER DATA as fucking sacrosanct, if necessary pull the HD and clone it before doing ANYTHING else, if you cannot abso-fucking-lutely guarantee 100% safety of 100% of user data no matter what, walk away.
  27. #26, this means USER DATA is always the first task and hurdle, if you cannot be sure of getting it for some technical reason, or, you could get it but the punter does not want to pony up for 4 hours for a disk clone operation then walk away.
  28. I never, under any circumstances, ever let anyone else ever use any of my hardware, sure, you can log into my wifi guest account, you can log into the guest space on the NAS, but that is it. You will never touch my computers or laptops or phones etc, attempt to do so and you get instantly evicted from my home and my life. Adopt this policy yourself.
  29. I have got a TON of other shit, regulated bench power supplies, oscilloscopes, heat guns, hot glue guns, cnc mills and lathe, which does once in a blue moon get used when someone wants a custom PC or mod of some sort, but honestly, you don’t need any of it, in 99.99% of cases it just is not required, the basic kit I tote in a small Targus rucksack will do it all…. so don’t get carried away with the tool porn, shit like PC ATX PSU tester modules etc…a ten buck multimeter will do the same job, and a whole bunch else besides.
  30. In my day job I take the GI approach, if the company wanted me to have tool X (even though I own said tool anyway) they would fucking issue it… this stops you getting trapped in mission creep, and stops you touching areas of the job that were never fucking assigned to you in the first place… whether or not you could actually fix the problem by straying off the reservation this way or not, you will always be in the wrong.
  31. In my night job I always ask pointedly and first about backups and user data and how important it is to them, and make a point of asking what if the only answer involves a complete system wipe and bare metal reinstall of the OS? Do they have, for example, the Office disks with CD key?
  32. Unless it is your own kit, assume you are being lied to about what happened, how it happened, who did it, who tried to fix it before you got there, how many extra problems THEY created, etc etc etc… in 95% of cases this will be what happens…. trust your eyes, not what you are told….. if all that happened was you dropped the netbook yesterday and now the hinge is sprung, how come there are three missing loctite’d in by the factory case screws, and one broken bit of ABS where there was a case screw hidden by the rubber foot, and what are these scratch marks all over the seams of the case?
  33. Oh yeah, the 400 ml cans of Servisol brand isopropyl alcohol and foam cleanser, (from Maplin) wouldn’t be without em.
  34. Break the securing lug off the end of an RJ45 cable that you KNOW is likely to get tugged at some point, better it falls out and you lose the connection than it rips the RJ45 socket out of the main-board on the laptop you are using etc… the DC lead wrap around the table leg so if someone walks into it it doesn’t jerk and break the laptop socket.
  35. Every Cisco Kid job I do I drag a pre-created template into my work folder for that month and rename it to the job details and date, inside that template are other directories, ready made and labelled… as soon as I start putty and before I connect the console end I start it logging, to the pre-made putty.log text file in said directory, I also photograph everything, sync to dropbox, at the end of the day drag and drop those pic to the pix folder, config and IOS files and other notes also have their own folders in this tree. Can you say Cover Your Ass.
  36. The last guy to walk out the door gets the blame for everything… see #35… at least 4 or 5 times a year I call on these records, they literally save my ass.
  37. This should be #1, not #37, if you fuck up, STOP, and admit it early and often to those who can help, again, #35 can provide those who help you out of the bind with exactly what you did, keypress by keypress… it is invaluable….
  38. Get EVERYTHING in “writing” in electronic format, and keep those records, it makes it easier for you to get data right, and covers your ass if the data supplied to you was wrong. This happens, more than you would like to believe.
  39. I am not a fool, I have been in IT since before there was a Microsoft, my daily job is working on internet connectivity for fortune 500 companies, I work on everything from the end of the private WAN at a retail outlet / franchise to the major Tier1 backbone switching and routing level, and yet at work I act like a fucking anal robot, especially when dealing with a remote tech, “I am ready to pull the CAT5 from port FE0/0 on device model device serial rack X, do I have a go to proceed?” I get a go, “Now pulled“
  40. Everyone else is cutting corners, I go on site and the guys who want me to diagnose “their” router can tell me the make and model of the router, but not the serial number of the router, or the serial number of the fibre circuit it is connected to, it doesn’t have an asset tag, the rack doesn’t have one either, there is no network map (that looks right and up to date) attached to the rack, I refuse to do anything until I am given either the router serial or the fibre circuit serial, don’t ASSUME that is the only X on that site, or that the remote guy is looking at the right window, or the right spreadsheet, or the right line on that spreadsheet… eventually the fuckers will find the info to cover your ass, but only if YOU insist…

December 27, 2013

Duty, and the death of the MIL joke

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:37 pm

MIL = Mother In Law BTW

When my grandfather (on one side) was 14 he ran away to sea, signed up for the Royal Navy, ended up at the Battle of Jutland, WWI, then when WWII broke out, having spent a lifetime at sea in the wavy navy, and being too old for the regulars, he and his sons all marched down to the recruiting office, on the day war broke out… in WWII he had three tankers torpedoed out from under him, Murmansk run, so even if the torps and fuel didn’t get ya, the arctic seas would, but he survived all three, and went on to die from bowel cancer, probably brought on by years of chewing tobacco, as you couldn’t smoke on a tanker.

One of those sons who signed up with him on day 1 ended up in Singapore at the fall of same, and instead of being evacuated or left to surrender, he was told to stay behind and report on the Japs movements, after being reported missing presumed killed in action, he turned up at Calcutta 11 months later, having made his own way there, in wartime, and when he got there he had to steal rations for three months, until they could confirm his identity, he was reported MIA/KIA see…

Now we can sit here and dismiss the obvious courage, bravery and remarkable resilience and tenacity of these people as fucking stupid, having one tanker torpedoed out from under you is bad enough, going back for two more helpings…  being told to stay behind and report on the japs is bad enough, somehow managing to survive and make your way 2,000 miles through jungles and mangroves in enemy territory, only to be told you were dead and not entitled to any rations or new kit (clothes) to stick around so they can decide you are actually alive, to spend another three years in service for these same fucks….

Thing is, they weren’t actually dumber than you and I, and in many cases they weren’t actually less informed and worldly wise than you and I, they knew “our” leaders were as bad as “theirs”, they knew in all probability they were going to die, but they still went… and it wasn’t for the money or glory, there was none of either. Seriously, the monetary compensation, IF it was paid, would not have kept them in food.

They certainly were not mentally less intelligent than you and I, in many ways, in all these things, you could make a good argument that the opposite is true.

So… WHY????

Why was a little word called duty, and having spoken to these people first hand about this very subject, duty was never to king and country, or merrie olde england, or any of that shit.

Duty was to “a way of life“, they were fighting to preserve the way of life they had known, at the local, personal and family level, before hostilities started.

They were fighting to preserve the life they knew when they grew up.

In this, they, and all men everywhere who went to war, failed utterly.

It is this very disenchantment for example, that some of the GI’s returning to the good ole USA after WW2, felt so bitterly that they used their de-mob money to buy motorcycles, which meant ex WD Harleys and Indians, and thus was formed the Hells Angels.

The world my grandad returned to after WWI was very different from the world he left in 1915, and not merely because he left as a boy of 14 and returned as a man of 18/19, many of the things he fought for, out of duty, were gone by the time he got back.

The same thing happened to him again in WWII, and to his sons for the first time, the world they came back to in 1945 was a very different place from the one they left in 1939.

And no, it wasn’t changed because entire streets or local regiments had ceased to exist, it changed because of a mixture of demographic shift (all the men off to war) of technology emergence and “what most people on the home front did for work day to day” changed when the country gets on to a war footing, and all those things enable huge socio-political changes to be rammed through.

Tom goes off to endure 4 years of hardships to preserve the way things were back home, eg for his sweetheart Jane, meanwhile Jane has been trained and got a job as a welder, she is now earning, literally, more money than Tom, plus all that goes along with spending all day in a working environment and not a domestic one…. Tom comes back to find that;

  1. The old way of life is gone
  2. Tom own personal role / space / niche is gone
  3. nobody gives a fuck about HIS sacrifice, because THEY have been making bombers and suchlike all day, and getting well paid
  4. Jane as he knew her is gone
  5. New Tom doesn’t fit in either

“Duty” just died in Tom.

I am here to tell you, you are probably more likely, if you were able to magic up some brain scanning device that monitored me 24/7 even deep down to the animal subconscious levels, you are probably more likely to find thoughts of me wondering what it is like to suck cock, than you are to find thoughts of me thinking about DUTY.

This is, probably, the most important thing that our leaders have never read, I’m denied my opportunity to do my duty by my own son, my flesh and blood, so I take that sense of duty out back and BANG BANG, double tap to the head, done properly, side to side low down on the brain, then just because what the fuck, might as well, empty the rest of the clip into the body.

Duty is dead.

In fact, it is worse than that, IT IS AGAINST MY BEST INTERESTS for me to individually attempt to preserve the way of life I find myself in now.

This is the TRUE reason empires like Rome fell, forget all that jingoistic crap economists and historians and military jugheads tell ya, not saying all that shit doesn’t play a part, it does, but it is not decisive… it fell apart from the bottom because the guys at the bottom had no interest in maintaining the way of life they lived in.

Take a look at people like DMJ, a reasonably well educated white man, who has been through the best indoctrination money can buy (apart maybe from ten years in the slammer) the military…. a champion of the 2010’s decade of western life he is not.

I’m being totally fucking serious here, the guy SHOULD be at the apex of those fighting to preserve ever last little things about our current way of life… because if you can’t manipulate guys like him who have been through the carrot and stick indoctrination school to buy the kool aid and bathe in it, like brawndo, you are F U C K E D….

Historians generally, and military and political historians particularly, vastly under-estimate the significance of things like the Spanish Civil War…

Quite apart from the literally hundreds of thousands of serving regulars from various other countries who were sent to fight, the REALLY significant stuff is things like the English, who, despite it actually being made a SERIOUS fucking crime to go and fight, over 4,000 went and did just that, at their own expense.

And of course as the Spanish Civil War ended, WW2 started.

And today we underplay the significance of those who make their own way to Syria or Palestine or Afdiggastan to fight.

NONE of these people have a way of life at home they want to preserve as a priority.

Duty… it is gone, dead, do not underestimate the deep and lasting significance of that.

Which brings me to….

Mother in Law jokes.

You just don’t hear them any more, and in fact a well known but now dead comic told me many years ago that you did not hear them in the pre WW2 days either, it took that peculiar transition period in the decline of Family 1.0 / Marriage 1.0 / Community 1.0 where, as we all know, women end up looking and acting like their mother’s, which didn’t matter back in the day when a man was the head of his own household, but later, that changed and then…, the relationshit with the wimminz after the period when the man was head of his own household had to stay intact long enough for the man to grow tired of the mother in law, today marriages are too transient, if the marriage doesn’t last 20 years you can’t have a 20 year relationshit with the mother in law, and see the marriage lasting long enough to see your wife become her mother, and start telling mother in law jokes.

Mother in law jokes were the canary in the coal mine, were we smart enough to know it at the time, and again, the guys put up with it, that little word again, duty.

 

December 26, 2013

Lez be friends

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:25 pm

I’m noticing something, increasing numbers of wimminz who, after spending years shitting on their own doorstep and moaning about where have all the good men gone, are turning to lesbian relationshits, for a bit, at least.

If you want to know how bizarre this is, swap the roles, loads of single guys who can’t find a decent wimminz starting to have homosexual relationshits with other guys…. I can’t get any cunt so I’ll try sucking some cock… does not compute.

…..

The mind is a funny thing, shit goes in, and is apparently buried and forgotten, and then years later it surfaces out of nowhere, and so it was on Christmas Day visiting some rellies that a cousin who I have no time for anyway tries all the false bonhomie shit with me, it falls on stony ground so he attempts to do what I suspect was a bit of shaming language, as he is there with his girlfriend, and aks me when I am going to get myself a woman.

It just surfaced from somewhere in my mind and popped out, and the first I was aware of it, I had already said it, so I am stood there mentally reviewing where that was buried, and looking at the shocked and appalled faces on the rellies, and finding nothing that needed to be added.

“Why should I look after another man’s daughter?”

It’s actually a very good question, like “What’s in it for me?“, and very good questions require very good answers.

Before I get into the answers, the reason I am a single guy is simple, the question and answers are in many ways like buying a car, you look at what is on offer, you look at the terms, and you look at the price, and of course both buyer and seller must do this.

As a “buyer” I will be the first to admit that I am not such an attractive buyer as I once was, but I am willing to negotiate fairly, the problem is, the lots are full of used up beaters with sellers asking Bugatti prices and not being willing to negotiate or be realistic.

So, the good question.

Why should I look after another man’s daughter? and What is in it for me?

  1. Wimminz have a fertile period, so if kids are on the agenda she better be in the fertile period.
  2. Wimminz should be nearer the beginning of that fertile period rather than the end of it… the nearer the end, the less she has to offer.
  3. Wimminz who have used part of that fertile period to have kids by other guys, well, that reduced your value too, I don’t need to explain why.
  4. Wimminz who are basically at the end of that fertile period, eg the big 4 0 that is a whole range of values taken off the table for good.
  5. Even if the wimminz is still fertile, I am in my 50’s, plus, I already have (at least) one son, which takes care of the procreation urge, so speaking frankly the appeal of becoming a dad all over again in my 50’s isn’t that great…
  6. So basically the whole fertility / procreation / babies thing, which was and always will be a huge part of wimminz allure, is pretty much rear view mirror stuff.

OK, so what else does a wimminz have to offer me?

  1. Sex is the obvious one
  2. But, there is a whole load of other non sexual stuff that would tempt me as a buyer, giving me a bath, giving my shoulders a rub, making me a coffee, making me a meal, tidying house,  they are all things that I like and would genuinely appreciate.
  3. I’ll put this one down anyway, it would be nice to be genuinely loved, appreciated, respected, and I said I’ll put it down anyway just to be honest and complete in my list, not because it is a thing that there is any hope whatsoever of actually finding in the wild as a living example… dodo territory this.

And for my part.

  1. I can accept you ain’t 20 no more
  2. I can accept you are overweight
  3. I can accept you have baggage (but baggage be the opposite of dowry, it makes you less attractive)
  4. I can accept that in reality you are probably crap at 99% of the things you do

See, I may still be fertile in my 50’s, but it is plainly obvious that me in my 20’s was more fertile, more virile, more healthy and the real biggie had an extra 30 years of potential… sure, I have more experience now, but I am doing the salesman thing, so I accept that wimminz that I can expect NOW also have less potential than wimminz I could expect 30+ years ago.

My problem, my question, is that the wimminz are not accepting of these facts, the wimminz are not, ever, under any circumstances, going to do any honest self appraisal and say, you know what, he may not be George Clooney, he may just be a diesel fitter for a broke down bus company, but he is working honest work for 40 hours a week for that 300 bucks takehome, and he don’t have any bad habits like drinking hard liquor or gambling, and I can rely on him for the next 20 years to keep up his end of the bargain… I’ll grab this guy while the grabbing is good.

When the “what’s in it for me?” question is answered with;

  1. Being lied to
  2. Being lied about (false accusations and being slandered to others)
  3. Being robbed
  4. Being accused of shit you ain’t done… (yet, but are getting sorely fucking tempted to, may as well do the crime you’re being accused of all the time)
  5. Being treated with contempt
  6. Being disrespected despite the many things that you do that should earn respect, starting with bringing home a fucking wage every week.
  7. Being refused sex
  8. Being cheated on
  9. etc etc etc and you don’t get just one off this list, you get most or all.

You get like, Bitch, and you want me to PAY to join this exclusive club????? WTF… When I could like, NOT have to put up with all that shit, simply by NOT making any effort to join that very expensive club?

The question was “what is in it for me?” and all you have done is tell me “what AIN’T in it for me…”

Where is the fucking incentive?

Excuse me for limiting myself to test drives, I have as much intention of actually buying at the price you want and you have of actually delivering all the sales shit written on the windscreen in soap…   think of me as one of those people with no intention of buying who visits houses for sale as a day out…

I am being one squillion per cent fucking serious here.

We are a scant few days away from starting a new year, 2014, and the future is unknown, what POSSIBLE fucking incentive or attraction do you think there could possibly be, under any circumstances whatsoever, so start filling in my 2014 calendar right now with entries about being lied, to cheated on, disrespected, refused sex, and constant daily entries about 50 bucks here are 20 bucks there and 75 bucks over there for shit I would never have any use for and for shit I will never see again.

I’ve been around, I have loaned heroin addicts money, and some of them paid it back, I have loaned alcoholics money, and some of them paid it back, I have loaned co-workers and acquaintances money, and some of them have paid it back.

There is only one class of person that I can honestly say in my entire life not one of them ever paid me back, in full, in cash, the amount loaned, and that is wimminz…. the few (literally maybe two my entire life) who did it the first loan, failed on the 2nd or 3rd.

I’m OK I won’t loan or spend money I can’t afford to never see again, and I see it as a test, a cheap test, if that person has any integrity.

But back to the calendar for 2014, why would anyone in their right mind want a calendar filled with that shit???

Possibly if it also said “January 1st, 12 month contract in Afdiggastan in US air base, salary US$1,000,000 paid monthly tax free in advance.”

But not if it said, in shades of Monty Python and the 4 Yorkshiremen, “Paid boss $500 for permission to come to work again this week…”

Which is the kinda “deal” the wimminz are offering when I ask “What’s in it for me?” or “Why should I look after another man’s daughter?”

You have to be taking the piss, either that or it is one of those Eureka moments where previously you thought you knew all about insanity, but some new example comes along and you COMPLETELY fail to model the mental processes that must be at work between INPUT and OUTPUT to connect the two, and you realise that everything you thought you knew about insanity was wrong…. and I mean, either way, either you are taking the fucking piss, or you are fucking looney tunes, either way, no sale….

If you think that is all fucked up, how about how fucked up you have to be to give one of these wimminz a fucking JOB….

I mean, seriously…. same hamster wheel at work here…

I can avoid the cunts in my home, but in order to buy product from your company and make you richer, I am forced to deal with wimminz whom you have employed?  No thanks…. not while there is an alternative self employed guy down the road…..

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Now, I have mentioned before, that deep down, in fundamental nature, men and wimminz might not be that different, and that modern wimminz are just a product of an environment in which they can do no wrong, never suffer consequences, and are always protected.

This is a true story.

Nearly 50 years ago, my father left his wallet, full of cash, in a bar, the bar was called The Hub, the town was called Bulawayo and the country was called Rhodesia. It was the first time he had been in that bar, he was not a regular, or known, or with any regulars.

About 20 hours later, well aware that he had lost his wallet, but in some bar in some town at some time after the xth beer, so no details, he goes to light a cigarette, pats his pockets and pulls out a small book of matches, and there on the cover is printed the name of the pub…

He finds the bar, walks up to the barman, to ask if there is any chance they know anything about his wallet… Here it is Sir, one of the “boys” (which means black guys waiting and wiping tables and shit) found it at your table after you left last night.

Not one single thing or note was missing.

The “boys” weren’t slaves or property, but the slightest sign of dishonesty and the instant sack, get the fuck out and never come back, and fuck your wages.

If you were to go to that same region today, the white man no longer rules, and a black man who never even owned a bicycle can accuse you of stealing his bicycle, and into jail you will go, until you pay off the police and the black man etc etc… they are “boys” no more.

The same people, LITERALLY, not just the same race and the same region but the same fucking TRIBE, but change the environment and the rules (and leaving aside utterly questions of racism and colonialism and equality etc) and you go from not daring to steal anything from another man’s wallet, even if he got drunk and forgot it, even though in temptation terms it means about a year’s salary just sat there saying take me….. to accusing you of stealing something that never even existed, to get some free money.

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Going to Zimbabwe in 2014 and appealing to the better nature of the kaffirs is like living here in the west in 2014 and appealing to the better nature of da wimminz.

It’s really only a question of time before you see the inside of a prison cell and one way or another you get some personal wealth extorted.

What are you going to put in your diary for 2014?

Far from it being too early to plan, 2014 is almost upon us, now is the time to plan.

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