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August 10, 2013

The state of IT, the state of the world

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:54 pm

This my friends is the straight shit.

Walk into any modern supermarket, everything, and I mean everything, every single process you can identify, has a link in the chain that absolutely relies on a working internet connection.

Where “working” means the bandwidth is sufficiently high, ping and latency and dropped packets, sufficiently low, and a whole bunch of stuff like DNS and VPN and so on just basically work.

  1. chip and pin for sales / transactions
  2. store loyalty cards
  3. barcode readers in guns and tills to update store stock and ordering
  4. staff clock in and out and hours and wages
  5. live and updating prices, offers, BOGOF etc
  6. CCTV and security systems including lighting
  7. VOIP and telephony
  8. canned muzak and in store radio stations
  9. dumps of data for the local “you shop we drop” delivery vans
  10. etc etc etc

This is by no means an exhaustive list.

Here in the UK, when you buy connectivity, doesn’t matter who you buy it off, you get the following choices… and I am talking about what you actually see on a rack etc

  1. xDSL or Cable, (but almost never cable in business environments), so basically a modem/router
  2. ISDN / kilostream, it’s already digital so router/switch
  3. EFM which is just a bunch of ISDN circuits all going into one RAD box with RJ45 out to router/switch
  4. ADVA/21cn fibre, so RJ45 out to router/switch

You’ll tend to progress through these as your size and needs grow, and for failover / redundancy, this is usually just another xDSL line, even if your primary circuit is 20/20 mbit fibre, the failover is usually going to be xDSL.

If you were going to start from scratch and rack that shit…

  1. ADVA fibre box
  2. main router, probably a Cisco, connected to 1and 4
  3. backup router, probably a Cisco, connected to xDSL and 4
  4. main firewall, probably a Juniper
  5. IP data switch
  6. VOIP switch
  7. couple of spaces
  8. local rack-mount servers and NAS boxes
  9. UPS

You can picture this, but, in real life it ain’t gonna fucking look like that for long, in real life stuff is always being fucked with and messed around piecemeal, with no attention whatsoever paid to the larger picture or the longer term view, and this is as true for symbolical things like lines of configuration or code, as it is for real physical things like boxes and cables.killingmesoftly

So, sooner or later this is what you are going to be presented with, the first challenge is FINDING the fucking box you are supposed to be pulling, from behind that waterfall of CAT5, then working out how to pull it and put in the new one, and oh yeah, this site is live 24/7 and can’t afford any downtime or service interruption.

At that point you rejoice that you are a fifty something don’t give a fuck red pill motherfucker, you just look at the cunt responsible for the above and say “I’ll unbox the new kit, I’ll liaise with the provider to bring it on line and test and sign off on it, YOU can install it, and YOU can patch it, if you can find space and cables”

So of course the remaining spaces on top of the rack are consumed, and some more IEC and RJ45 is added to the waterfall.

This split between what could/should be, and what you actually find on the ground, pervades through out anything and everything to do with IT.

Heap big thing go, white man speak with forked tongue, eagles soar in canyons.

Honestly, I might as well just say this to 99.999% of people I interact with, either in my day job as a cisco bod or my evening and weekend job as a general IT go to guy for SME / SOHO types.

Sure, they will all sit there are read gibberish about “DHCP server not found” or whatever the error message of the day is, but the reality is the only thing the cunts actually UNDERSTAND is is the little green blinkenlight saying everything is OK on, or not.

Yesterday I’m stood in front of a rack of new kit comissioning a 50/50 meg fibre service on an AVDA/21cn box and a couple of rather expensive 2xxx series Cisco routers, with the company IT guy there, not the CIO MBA type, the one alleged BOFH sysadmin type, and we are discussing this install and the technology and how it differs from the EFM/DSL system they currently have, yadda yadda yadda, and you know 20130717_112456what impressed this guy the most, the bit where I point at the red CRITICAL LED on the ADVA/21cn box and tell him that as soon as the big Cisco boxes finish booting that light will go out and so we will know there is a connection between them.

We won’t know if it is a good connection data wise, if the right IP address range has been assigned or anything else, but we will know there is a physical electrical connection.

The last paragraph I might as well not have said, the guy stopped listening when I said the red light will go out.

He repeated this to me, so no red light means no problem with the fibre connection. With an unspoken question mark at the end of it.

I just look at him for a minute, think fuck it, and go yeah, that’s right.

And this is the guy everyone else in the company who uses any kind of computing or data device goes to for help.

I literally do not have the brain capacity to comprehend how completely dumb some of his users will be.

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On the home front I have SME/SOHO customers who ask me to fix their kids computers, they are blue screening for a passtime.

Now these kids know enough to spec up water-cooled over-clocked up the fucking wazoo led fans abominations, and install every game known to man, and every gaming add-on, and most of the crack and bots and trainers.

These parents, even the ones whose day job is IT admin, are amazed at how leet and incredible with computers these kids are.

And yet these kids can’t simply type MSCONFIG in the start menu and uncheck all non Microsoft services and all startup apps, and instantly cure their system instability, so I charge their folks a hundred bucks to do this, and then run little Johnny’s machine for 24 hours to prove it no longer blue screens… ker-ching

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Recently at work in my day job all the field staff got locked out of the company network for 36 hours, not good when you are a remote worker and ALL your data comes to you electronically, who the next job is with, what time they are expecting you, what you have to do.

All this because of a periodic policy that all passwords must be changed every six months, and passwords;

  1. can’t be anything you have used before
  2. can’t be similar (2 or 4 characters transposed) to anything you used before
  3. can’t be less than 8 characters long
  4. must contain at least one lowercase letter
  5. must contain at least one uppercase letter
  6. must contain at least one digit
  7. must contain at least one special character

For security, donchaknow, and the autistic super intelligent hyper qualified 30 something dweeb in charge of corporate security is gung-ho on this shit, so he was deeply upset when I sent him an email (not from my company email, as exchange was just one of the corporate systems I could no longer access) congratulating him on creating a system so secure even staff couldn’t log in, and proceeded to tell him a thing or two about rainbow tables and human nature and post it notes etc.

So deeply upset he cc’d my line manager in his reply, detailing his qualifications and experience and years at the very top of his field.

I thought about name dropping the dork, not so much a “I know Bill Gates” but a “Bill Gates knows me” but security related, I thought about telling him I was fucking around with “security” on fidonet/BBS and mainframes before he was even born, and common throughout was the keyboard input and human nature, I thought about pointing out that the first password issued to me when I joined the company, issued by his department no less, was “password”, then, much like the LED admin above, I thought fuck it, tell the cunt what he wants to hear, so I apologised unreservedly… and added his name to the list of people I will not go one step out of my way to help or cover up for, ever.

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Which kinda brings us to PRISM / ECHELON etc, NSA/GCHQ spying and so on and so forth.

Sure, all these fuckers are slurping up everything they can, always have, always will, but, 99.999% of the staff in these places are as dumb as a bunch of rocks when it comes to it, and if there is something you should be worried about, it is not them spying on your secret communications with 1968Amy, the Huddersfield transsexual whose cock you secretly like to suck, but it’s OK, its a transsexual not a bloke, so you’re not a fag…

No, what you should be worried about is when some bad bit of coding takes 2 + 2 = 22 and not 4, and suddenly you are in the frame for something you never did, because their box of rocks technical inability to actually mine this vast pool of data for anything genuinely useful also means they are technically unable to determine that in your case it is just garbage data, that field, your terr’rist threat rating, should read 4, e.g. low / normal, and not 22, e.g. do a DeMenezes on you and see how many 9mm rounds can be fired into your head in 3 seconds.

Probabilistically speaking you should relish the massive data capture, because the more they capture, the more noise there is, and the less signal there is.

Here in the UK we have a thing, it is constantly evolving and changing its name, but it used to be CRB, or Enhanced CRB, it’s a check done on your background if you work anywhere even remotely connected to kids or wimminz, no matter how tenuous the connection… work in the basement of a company that sells life insurance, and build office PCs for a living, and you’ll need an enhanced CRB, because technically you could access some of the insurance company data on their customers, and some of those customer be wimminz with children, who, you know, you might just fancy raping and killing…

So mine runs to 8 pages of shit, but being a badass biker boy in my yoof it is all motoring related, nothing in there at all about raping and killing baby girls, so I pass…. the insanity begins when they do a check and it comes back empty, blank, nothing whatsoever, at that point they get suspicious. And yes before you ask, no mention anywhere of the allegations the ex made, or being arrested on suspicion of being any of the things she said to win in secret family court.

Not because you did all your baby raping and killing in Rwanda, that could apply to me too, so the lack of that proves nothing, what is suspicious is that you have been HERE for x years, and not left any tracks in the system of either any crimes committed, or any crimes you were suspected of or arrested for?

If there are 6 million people on the DNA database, why aren’t YOU on it? hmm? hmmm?

Getting back to the LED blinkenlights.

  1. My check, yeah, plenty of records, but nothing related to violence against wimminz or kidz, GREEN LED BLINKENLIGHT.
  2. Convicted rapists check, RED LED BLINKENLIGHT
  3. some other fucker’s check, NO LED BLINKENLIGHT

You see, #1 is the only thing anyone is looking for, same as the IT admin guy, they are looking for a simple binary choice, and if they do any checking, as he did with me, it was to query what he was supposed to think, depending on which LED’s were lit or unlit.

How do I know da po-lice and the courts and state security services all think exactly the same way as supermarket staff? Kevin Mitnick could tell you, they are all human, I could tell you, none of them make their own intertubez or routers or firewalls, they all have guys like me hired in by companies like Crapita who get the contracts on the national scale.

My security vetting? Well, it’s the same as the will-he-rape-a-baby vetting, or indeed a credit check, it just needs a green LED to light up next to my name, and that just needs to FIND records, and NOT FIND anything too nasty or relevant within those records.

I couldn’t borrow 5k from a bank to save my life, I have no history of paying back loans, no green blinkenlight.

That my friends is the real state of IT in the world today, for 99.999% of the populace a simple traffic light would suffice.

 

August 9, 2013

42-year-old Angela England made the accusation after her partner left her in the taxi and didn’t return with money

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:31 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2388176/Lesbian-mother-jailed-falsely-claiming-taxi-driver-raped-didnt-cash-16-fare.html

Aleisha Worrell told police she was raped and left for three hours

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 6:14 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2387708/Aleisha-Worrell-claimed-innocent-man-kidnapped-tied-naked-lamppost-hour-rape-ordeal.html

August 7, 2013

It’s an inconvenience

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:52 pm

When I was raised as a young boy, the principle of inconvenience applied.

If I inconvenienced my father by using the last of the milk, I was inconvenienced in return, by being made, immediately, no matter what I was doing or wanted to do, to go to the shop and get some more, thus minimising further inconvenience to my father.

The principle was that I could only be taught not to inconvenience others, by being subjected to immediate inconvenience myself, until such time as I rectified that which I had caused the injured party.

Furthermore;

  1. My inconvenience was to persist until the inconvenience I had caused another had been remedied.
  2. There was no scalar relationship between how minor the inconvenience I caused the other, and any upper limit on my own inconvenience in rectifying the inconvenience I had caused them.

This was back before the days of VCR/PVR etc, so being sent to the shop could mean missing the one airing of Dr Who for example.

If I had broken something worth 5 bucks that I had to replace, it was of no consequence if the only way that I could immediately raise that 5 bucks was to sell a toy that I had been saving up for for three months and had just paid 50 bucks for to the kid next door, that was *my* problem.

There were times, as a small boy in short trousers, where these lessons were so infuriating that I would lie in my bed and dream of planting brambles and thorns on my parents graves when they eventually dies, and dance around singing Hallelujah… lol…

There were times when I said out loud to my dad that all these rules and discipline and stuff just wasn’t fair, he told me straight, “Nobody is keeping you here boy, I’ll drive you down to the children’s home right now if you don’t want to live here any more.”

Needless to say, I decided that life not being fair was better than being an orphan in a kids home…

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When I apply this principle to others (and lest you think I am a hypocrite, to this day I still apply it to myself, both in my personal and business dealings) that rather than punishment or abuse or beatings or anything else, just immediate inconvenience in return for any inconvenience to me, until the inconvenience to me is remedied, I am and was of course accused of being abusive and controlling and evil.

Pure coinkydink of course that I am talking about me applying this principle to a wimminz, or via her to her womb turds, and it sudden;y becoming controlling or abusive or evil behaviour on my part.

I’m not quite sure why, but today it struck me that much of what is wrong with the world today is based upon a lack of the simple principle of those who cause inconvenience to others being themselves inconvenienced until they remedy the issue.

It was of course FUNDAMENTAL that simply offering to pay for a litre of milk was a non starter, that does not remedy the inconvenience of opening the fridge to get some milk for my latte and finding none, when I left a litre in the fridge last time I opened it two hours ago.

The remedy to not having milk in the fridge was for the offended to place milk in the fridge, and as soon as humanly fucking possible, because I am still waiting for my fucking latte.

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Some years ago in a foreign country I cut across the traffic to a petrol station, long and short of it was I caused an accident in which I hit another car with mine.

The police turned up, took all the details, nobody was injured, just bent metal.

I said to the other guy, how much is your car worth? He told me, I said I’ll draw the cash and hand it to you within 24 hours, that way you can buy another car and not have to wait weeks for the insurance, frankly I was relieved enough nobody, inc his pregnant wife in the passenger seat, was injured.

24 hours later as agreed we all meet in the police station, the police ask the guy if he is happy, he says yes, the guy paid me, just off to look at another car, police ask me if I am happy, well, as happy as can be expected (seeing as I am several hundred thousand pesetas down and had to cancel a holiday, but hey, they didn’t need to hear that) just glad nobody was hurt. So we all go across the road to a bar and have a drink, done and dusted.

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I have had the same in business, customer pays me, I build the thing they want and ship it to them, it arrives smashed up by the courier, or missing entirely etc.

Do I tell the customer I will chase it up with the insurance etc?

Do I fuck, I immediately order bits and build a replacement, and leave the customer out of my ongoing battles with the courier and insurers.

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It is why I have a good name.

It all goes back to the lesson on inconveniencing others.

It is why wimminz and niggerz have a bad name.

Back in the day, when a woman’s virtue was all she had of value, the cost of raping a woman was the same as the cost of taking one as your wife for life, e.g. fucking huge and lifelong.

Stealing or damaging a mans’ tools meant you had to support him until you replaced his tools, with equivalent ones mind, not cheap knock offs from toolzone

Until such time as you had made reparations in full, you yourself were not entitled to shit, and the only limit on inconveniences to yourself was that they must not further delay your ability to make reparations to the injured party.

Some things, like preventing a child from growing up with a father, you cannot ever make reparations for, and so the minimum tariff should be that you and your entire genetic line, including all your offspring, and all theirs, and so on, are eradicated from the gene pool.

Either that, or when faced with such an injured party where it is physically impossible to make reparations, you should be faced with the injured party deciding what damages should apply.

If you break into my house and steal my late father’s tools and sell them for a baggie of crack so they can never be recovered, then there is no good claiming that it is possible to purchase good quality modern equivalents for 5k.

It’s not just the milk in the fridge thing, where you should be forced yourself to go out and source and deliver to me the complete list of stolen tools, and not simply cut me a cheque for 5k and walk away.

It’s the “my dead dad’s tools” thing, where you can’t buy the individual spanner he bought as an apprentice and used all his life, thus denying me the ability to pick up and use a tool that my dad handled, only ****I**** can decide what that is worth to me.

You don’t get to discuss or dispute or argue that valuation.

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Actually it just occurred to me *why* this whole subject popped up in my head, a good mate is getting involved with what may well be a fairly decent wimminz… yup, AWALT and all that, but she has womb turds, and my mate was concerned about discipline.

I told him, you move in with her, her kids are her problem, you only discipline them by proxy through her, never directly, so if her kids drink all the milk in the fridge you make her go out immediately and replace it, at whatever inconvenience to herself.

If she chooses to pass on that inconvenience to her kids or not, that is up to her, not your lookout, but unless she immediately inconveniences her kids by telling them to go NOW to the shop and buy milk and come right back, you may as well split with the bitch now, because it is only a matter of time.

August 6, 2013

Was that really last night

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:33 am

One of the comments in “So, last night” from DGAF, he’s half right, there may well be naff tatts, but no cellulite, she is a skinny blonde thing, maybe a 6, but, something else.

When the boyfriend proper was there, they didn’t fuck much, and when they did you heard the bed squeaking for a minute or two maybe and that was it.

The temptation was to say that the boyfriend proper, being a beta tool, was also a lousy fuck.

The boyfriend proper is presumably still in custody, because his car is still parked outside and hasn’t moved, but she has this other guy there, who may or may not be the Tom guy that sparked the row in the first place.

So Tom and her don’t fuck much either, and guess what, the bed squeaks for a minute or two maybe and that was it.

Since the only common factor here is her, then it follow that it is her that is the lousy fuck, and just can inspire more than a quick fap fap fap out of a guy once every few days, despite her youth etc.

I have always maintained that my success with wimminz is not down to looks or charm or money or status or anything else, it is down to good sex, because I make it clear at the outset I am not interested in any wimminz who does not like it kinky.

A visual appraisal would have seen this wimminz make / pass the first cut / cull / filter, the AfOR must-be-kinky appraisal sees wimminz like this filtered out before they get anywhere near me.

I could sit here and name names and show you pictures and even videos of some of those who do make the cut, and especially some who are good enough not just for repeat performances but regular rooting, and I have to admit on a purely visual appraisal pretty much none of them would make the first cut.

It might be tempting to think that you can split wimminz along these lines, but that would be confusing the filter and results with the raw data, there are no shortage of wimminz who wouldn’t make the cut either in the visual appraisal or the kinky one, and there are almost no wimminz who make both the visual and kinky appraisal who do not do the kink for money, one way or another.

So it would be unsafe and wrong to say that pretty wimminz are crap in bed, and fugly wimminz are kinky in bed, while it is right to say that a filter for kinky sex culls 99% of the more attractive and visually fuckable wimminz from the herd.

I have had solid 9+ girlfriends in the past, and the sexy body alone was enough to make me as randy as a dog with two dicks, but the sex itself was never that good.

I have NEVER had a wimminz who was not both a 5 or less and a damn good kinky fuck as well,  turn around and suggest or even arrange for another wimminz to join us.

Again, correlation is not causation, but in the Tia Sharp murder case there were plenty of salubrious details, the mugshots of all those involved showed trailed park trash, and it was all threesome foursome moresome in a bed for the 99.9999999% of their lives when they weren’t involved in murdering and then covering up the murder of 12 year old girls.

So you can’t just baldly claim that those with fuck all else to offer education or employment or income or status or looks wise basically try to make up for it by fucking like rabbits on acid, anything goes. Correlation != Causation.

It is more accurate to state that those wimminz who were told from the age of 5 they were beautiful grow up into wimminz who spend 4 hours a day on their looks, and 4 seconds a day on practising running their tongue over a man’s balls, while those who were not told this spent an hour a day learning to iron, an hour a day learning too cook, and hour a day learning to clean, and an hour a day learning how to run their tongue over a man’s balls.

In Spain, when Franco fell, little girls stopped being taught that marriage was for life, and the way to keep a happy home was all the domestic chores, and if you were in Spain at the right time some years later you could fuck a selection of wimminz, pre and post Franco, and the pre Franco ones would get up in the morning and make you breakfast and tidy your apartment and make your bed before leaving, and the post Franco ones would get out of your bed and leave, hobbling down the hallways as they pulled their shoes on…

Indulging in kinky and perverted sex may well be immoral, but it is not illegal, and I can state with absolute conviction that just because *some* people who have immoral sex also do other illegal things, from the less serious such as prostitution up to the most serious such as murdering 12 year old girls, you could make as valid parallels about car drivers, or those who watch the Simpsons, and this is an important distinction.

These “slippery slopes” do not, in my experience deliver ever greater numbers of people to the greatest depths and extremes of depravity, vice and crime. If you like, the troughs of humanity to not get ever deeper or greater.

Instead, what happens is that the peaks of humanity are eroded away.

Widespread availability of cannabis didn’t suddenly double or treble or quadruple the number of people mainlining smack, thought that was always the argument used, one was a gateway or slippery slope to the other.

Widespread availability of cannabis did however significantly affect the number of people at the top who now take a toke and can’t be assed to get up and go to work in the morning and be a productive member of society.

My point here is that feminazim and sluttishness and skank ho single mommydom and mommy custody and all that shit doesn’t have the greatest effect at filling and deepening the troughs, despite the number coming out about the likelihood of kids “raised” by skank ho single mommies to fuck up or go to prison or jump off a high building, the real damage is all the cream that never got to rise to the surface.

The womb turd state didn’t suddenly produce a batch of rapists and burglars and arsonists and so on in never before seen numbers, what it did was stop the production of the time served engineering apprentice, the doctor, the engine driver, the pilot, the peaks of society got a shave.

This isn’t new, not the band, but the English political movement in the 1650’s the levellers, it was much of the same thing, a dumbing down, and that, really, is what Idiocracy was all about, not getting a hand job at Starbucks, but culling the cream of the crop.

I fuck kinky sluts, it’s fun, and it’s great camouflage, and if you *are* dumb enough to stick your head up and try to be counted, you *will* get it lopped off.

 

August 3, 2013

cock suckers

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 11:40 pm

My mailbox is filling up with messages from wimminz, telling me that they too have seen a change in the dating / swinging / fucking scene in the past six to twelve months.

Most of them are asking for advice, the advice I have to give, they do not want…

Now, I am myself damaged goods, no longer pure and innocent and virginal, so I don’t want to give the impression that I am being a hypocrite here… but…

100% of wimminz are all filthy worthless sluts, sluts not whores, because whores charge, but frankly being damaged goods myself the sweet innocent virgin holds no interest for me any more, I want the slut who is expert at deep throat and expert at sticking her tongue up my ass as a minimum every other day.

Ohh AfOR, the wimminz, cry, we can do that for you.

Yeah, you CAN bitches, but you only want to do it in exchange for something, whereas the way to win with me is the way to win with all men, which is to do that shit because you WANT to, not because you can.

And even this is not enough, you also have to want to give up the control of access to your slut skank ho body to me, and not in exchange for anything more than being my property.

You see, once one of you wimminz makes that offer to me, and being brutally honest here she doesn’t have to be an 8.9 before it becomes an interesting offer, provided she ain’t actually ugly or smelly or annoying to be around, once one of you wimminz makes that offer to me, the value of all other wimminz on the planet drops through the fucking basement, not that it was high before, but at least it could be a positive figure, if not quite an integer.

Once one wimminz decides to be my own personal sex toy and slave, all 3.6 billion other wimminz on the planet have a serious fucking problem, because “I’ll suck your cock” becomes a bit like one leaf on one tree asking for special status in exchange for producing oxygen for me to breathe, meanwhile I have my own personal 75 foot oak tree in the arboretum…

But wait, it gets worse, once you start a guy on the slippery slope from worshipping one piece of ass all to his very own, he doesn’t stop slipping, he either falls off the slope entirely and becomes non-sexual as far as females are concerned, or he keeps on sliding until he gets to the bottom of the slope, and he simply will not entertain any sort of ongoing, as opposed to pump and dump, relationshit with any wimminz who offers anything less than exclusive control and no limits kink and filth.

And they are out there.

More of them than you would ever believe.

Wimminz who do not have the benefit of a man being in control go off the fucking rails sexually, and yes, they ALL fucking lie about it, and more fool you if you buy ANY of that shit.

Ugh, you can cry, that AfOR is disgusting, sticking his cock in some dirty slut who has a cock count well into three figures, yeah, but it is an all you can eat buffet, and it has been handed to me, on a plate, for free, lock stock and barrel.

Now, PRIOR to you meeting that skank, you only have her word how many cocks she has ridden, and most guys want to believe that shit, because hey, they are getting their ashes hauled… lol

Difference is, AFTER meeting that skank, *I* know exactly how many cocks and cunts she rides, because that’s the deal, and the instant she wavers it’s kerb time, whereas “you” (not you specifically, dear reader) STILL only have her word that yours is the only cock she is riding, and, well, AWALT brother, you’ll buy that shit because hey, you’re getting your ashes hauled.. right.. lol

None of this matters to most wimminz any more than credibility matters to most politicians or integrity to most bankers or justice to most po-lice, that is, none of it matters until the music stops and everyone starts a mad dash for a chair, or a man, and finds that those lots are already occupied by the cunt-as-property skank ho’s who saw the writing on the wall first.

At that point  the wimminz start writing to me and asking for advice, why not, if you want to know how fishing works you ask a fisherman, not a fish, and as one said, “Better to be an old mans darling than a young mans slave” I responded to her that that was all very well in theory, but in practice she had missed that boat by 20 years, the only opportunities available now are to be an old mans slave, or a young mans toilet.

I have wimminz (I use the plural, because more than one, but I don’t mean many or loads) young enough to be my daughters dropping by with gifts of tobacco and coffee and beer, not in exchange for sex, just to give them an opportunity to offer me kinky sex, and my shirts ironed, and my food cooked, and my shoulders rubbed.

I shit you not, and the wimminz who ask me for advice on how to hook a man just accept the above statement as the absolute truth, and it warms the cockles of my heart to tell you is scares the living shit out of them.

And the they tell me stories about other wimminz, wimminz who just don’t fucking get it yet, wimminz who HAVE a man, but who are still ramming that blue pill up his ass, demanding to fuck extra men as well, and their men going along with it for the kink.

Not because they wish they were in that situation, although they do, but because they can see that it is nothing but a production line where the end result is men like me, and the only way to get a man like me is to be the biggest and most expert skank ho slut on the planet (or at least within 20 miles…lol) and offer me ownership, and that is the smallest company in the world, with one boss and one employee / slave / vacancy per boss.

If all this sounds very harsh and clinical and disturbing, it shouldn’t, water finds its own level, so in our own way me and my own personal slut do have a relationshit, with genuine feelings of affection and for example a genuine commitment on my part to care for my own personal slut, with one proviso.

That proviso is it is a contract, as marriage 1.0 used to be, but water has found it’s new level, and the proviso it that like any contract, either party can walk away from it at any time, and the very instant ONE party does that, the entire contract vanishes into nothing.

There is nothing that can be enforced, because there is nothing that the state or anyone else wants to touch with a fucking bargepole, and there is nothing the state or anyone else can do about it either, because in the new digital age it is absolutely impossible to paint any picture except the truth.

And so we come, finally, to what it is, wimminz who have literally nothing to offer, for whom the opportunity to become my own personal slut in exchange for my care and company is not merely something to aspire to, but something to worship and grab hold of for dear life.

And, indeed, as I said above, men like me who are also damaged goods, who have no use for any wimminz who have not hit bottom and every cock on the way down and will now do anything and offer anything for any kind of opportunity.

I’m reminded of things to do in Denver when you are dead, we have all in our way become Fecal Freddie, we have all become cocksuckers, we have all become sluts and we have all become slaves.

You can cry in heaven with the saints or laugh in hell with the sinners… but heaven and hell are all the same place now, and if you are crying it is because you don’t understand why those around you are laughing.

There are no beautiful sunsets in hell.

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

When things are shit all over and going to hell in a handcart, there are no nice and pleasant interludes or options available.

You don’t get a steady linear relationship between good things and bad environments, and of course it cuts both ways, it isn’t just the case that it is difficult to find good things in a bad environment, it is also the case that if it is difficult to find good things, you’re in a bad environment, no matter what anyone tries to tell you.

For those men out there still looking for the NAWALT wimminz or the decent relationship with their sons, it isn’t just that these things are hard to find in this feminazi environment, it is also that the mere fact that these things are so fucking difficult, I dare to say impossible, to find, that highlights just how bad this feminazi environment is.

All the blogs and other social commentary I read treat these things like we are on the upward slopes of a bell curve, somewhere in the foothills, see my phrase above, “GOING to hell in a handcart” and boy we better be damn careful of things will get a lot worse boys and girls.

I beg to differ, we are at or near the peak of the bell curve, we aren’t *going* anywhere, we already *arrived* in hell, and the handcart is burning to ashes around us.

This complacency about the dire situation we find ourselves in is of course deliberately engineered, if we were not in such dire straits, there would be no need for such endemic social engineering, there are 999 new wimminz on offer, 500 new houses for sale, 750 cars, 200 motorsickles, 50 films and 10 flavours of ice cream, and I don’t want any of them, at least, not at the prices being asked.

I tire of the internet, there is nothing new out there, I tire of the film industry, there is nothing new out there, I tire of the games industry, there is nothing new out there, I tire of the dating and fucking sites, there is nothing new out there.

It is not that I crave only the new, it is that I am tired of the same old used up shit being repackaged in every more glossy bullshit packaging at ever inflated prices.

You can put lipstick on a pig, it is still a pig, no amount of extra make-up and cosmetic surgery and marketing is going to change that fact one iota.

What’s worse, it is also no longer an honest to god pig either.

The hysteria and insanity and rank desperation that pervaded PoF just twelve short months ago has now spread to the fucking/swinging sites, and hysteria like all memes spreads like a contagion.

Skank ho’s are now finding real difficulty finding two men, of any calibre, to MMF them, and they are throwing their toys outta da fuckin’ pram.

But we can forget Fannie Mae and Prism and Snowden and stock market algos, because all the yank embassies are going to close, on worldwide alert for raghead muslim terr’rist atrocities, which will kill less murricans than Chevy brakes, and Kim Kardashian is back after a week away, and Si Cowell has got some gold digging slut pregnant, fuck it all.

Refried 1975 beats it all hands down babe.

July 30, 2013

What men want

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:28 pm

I have a lot of readers who are wimminz, some of them know me in real life.

They seem to all have an issue with how I talk about wimminz, and insist I am talking about women.

I used the spelling wimminz deliberately, just as I used the spelling niggerz deliberately.

Being born with a cunt does not make you a wimminz, you *could* have grown up to be a woman, but being born with a cunt in a country where all the laws are so lopsided in wimminz favour, and have been for so long it seems perfectly normal, means that it is extremely likely you will become a wimminz.

Again, AWALT isn’t an insult, it’s just an observation, all bored dogs left cooped up at home will eventually start chewing on shit, it is their nature, it is not a *value* judgement or a criticism of dogs to note this and be aware of it.

If you want to be a woman and not a wimminz, then you have to give up all the new normal automatic privilege, and you then have to earn men’s respect and loyalty by being 100% consistent in showing them respect and loyalty, and *earning* their trust.

I actually do know a handful of genuinely good WOMEN, the problem is that even if they are single and available, which is bloody unlikely, they *still* have automatic legal advantages over us men, advantages that they *cannot*, in Law, give up, any more than I can give up the right to protection from murder by paying someone to end my life in a manner of my choosing.

Voluntary euthanasia for the terminally ill, there is literally nothing the one who wants to die can do to give legal protection to the one at whose hands they wish to die.

ATIPALT, all terminally ill patients are like that.

It doesn’t matter how high or noble your motives are, how much you love the terminally ill person, or even if you are just in it for the money from a purely above board business perspective, you are literally gambling with the rest of your life, liberty and freedom.

Why? Because the only people who give a fuck about the anti euthanasia laws are those who want to end it all and cannot without help.

It doesn’t affect anyone else.

What men want is to be treated as innocent and decent and respectable, until and unless they themselves as individuals have actually committed acts that prove that they themselves as individuals are not innocent or decent or respectable.

Laws making wimminz a “protected species” didn’t actually make a blind bit of difference in the positive to wimminz as a whole, any more than anti racism laws improved matters for blacks, all it did was allow all the niggers to play the fucking system and fuck it up for everyone.

People claim “You cannot legislate morality”, and they miss the point *utterly* the *instant* you attempt to legislate a particular point of morality, what you do is;

  1. utterly destroy that moral principle for *all* peoples
  2. create a whole new slew of fucking parasites living off this new and pernicious law

I have a friend, female, potentially a good woman, she has a very small child, and this child is simultaneously being granted state benefits for being “gifted”, while also being, and I shit you not, given speech therapy, for having far too large a vocabulary for their age, and as a result not enunciating each word clearly.

This female friend and mother feels much the same way I do about my absent kids, they are not my property, but the property of the state, because she feels that she cannot resist these various agencies involvement in her own child’s upbringing.

I shit you not, the state has to intervene, because in the opinion of the state, this kid knows far too many words and has a far better grasp of language that it should.

There was a science fiction book about this, where the physically able bodied had to wear devices that crippled them, so that they were brought to the lowest common denominator of equality with the lame and invalid and handicapped.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Frankly, in a different world, despite her chequered and less than salubrious history (not that I am claiming to be pure as the driven snow…lol) this is the kind of woman I would want to marry and have children with.

But, it is not a different world, it is this fucking world, where that is impossible, because I am a potential paedophile and rapist and wife beater, and the blend of our DNA will produce offspring that require government intervention because they are neither fucking retarded nor physically obese, and the wimminz who are left, they are like the bored dog left at home, it is not in their nature to rise up and throw off this yoke of mass oppression, that was a man’s job, so the wimminz are Neimoller’d.

The only ones who *are* winning are the usual suspects, all living off the state teat, while not only producing nothing of value, but producing nothing but poison, pissing and shitting in the river upstream of everyone else in society.

It just so happens that at THIS stage in the game, most men either are a terminally ill patient, or know one intimately, while most wimminz are neither, and still benefiting from the system overall, even the ones who are told their kids have too great a vocab.

They may *want* to step out from the comfort of the state tit and work and support themselves, but is a big and scary thing for them to do, to voluntarily walk away from the comfort blanket and financial support.

They drink from a poisoned chalice.

What men want, they aren’t going to get, so they are quite happy to sit back and watch society as a whole go down the shitter, good riddance to bad rubbish.

On an *individual* level, some men will lend a hand to other men, or sometimes the odd woman or child, but only if they have been convinced, over time, consistently, by that individual man / woman / child’s behaviour and actions that that particular individual is worthy of the effort, assuming it can be spared.

As DMJ says in The Insanity of a Hamster-Run Mind, an independent woman is a thing to behold, but just calling oneself independent does not make it so, that makes you a wimminz.

An independent man is a man, not a niggerz.

 

July 29, 2013

So… last night….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:52 pm

…it all kicks off at the neighbours, I knew it would because he came home and was screaming into the phone to various people about where was his woman.

So she eventually turns up, they get into a shouting match, he accused her of fucking Tom, you lying fucking bitch, you promised, we were going to try again.

I’m possibly the only neighbour who didn’t ring da po-lice, because I knew how it would go down, nor did I knock on their door and clue the guy in, because he was blue pill central.content03

So officer dibble and his mate turn up, handcuff the guy for DV, he bleats that he loooves her, she says she never cheated on him and she is leaving (of COURSE she is gonna say this in front of third persons, eg plod) he gets carted off to Babylon.

Today she turns up with some mates, plenty of laughter and joking and light airy voices, you’d never guess the man she loved was in custody instead of at work, watching his life go down the crapper, some of the girl friends leave, leaving just her and one guy, and they are now fucking.

I wonder if he is Tom, or yet another white knight in her retinue.

Meanwhile matey is probably sobbing in his cell, wondering where the woman he loves so much is… lmfao.

You think the red pill is tough, it’s a lubed up finger compared the the cactus suppository that is the blue pill.

 

July 28, 2013

new AfORism

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:09 pm

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