July 28, 2013
25 years
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Take a look at the two pictures above, and tell me what the connection is.
Sussed it? No?
It’s the same bitch with a bit over 25 years in between, in the latter pic she is 45 years old, in the former around 19 and a Playboy and page 3 model.
Now I can’t claim to have been a male model when I was in my late teens, mostly I looked like shit, long hair, patchwork leathers, 135 film cans stuffed with grass / speed / acid, and some sort of illegal motorsickle to hand, but now in my fifties all the Viagra in a pfizer warehouse couldn’t get me hard enough to fuck the creature she has become.
Not that I have aged badly, but I didn’t suddenly turn into Paul Newman in my mid forties either, I guess I still look like shit, most of the hair is gone and what’s left is #1 cut and highlighted with grey, the motorsickle is now a legal item, and the beat goes on.
But I still wouldn’t fuck this skank.
So she was more fuckable than me, now she is less fuckable than me, ergo her fuckability, has fallen all the faster because she used to be say an 8, than if she used to be a 5 or less, and either way it has fallen faster and further than it has for men on average.
Whatever power you might have when you look like the young Pepper in the first pic, 25 years later when you look like Pepper today, your opening gambit had better be an expression of how much you want to stick your tongue up my ass, and in a beauty contest between my ass and her face, my ass would still win…
I shit you not…
Months now seem to go past as quickly as weeks used to back when I was a boy, this is logical and inevitable, but nevertheless the view looking back is different from anything you can theorise as a young lad.
I knew the flower of youth was brief, but I never knew just how fucking brief and fleeting it was, especially for the wimminz, that and the purity of virginity and a fertile womb, you know what, I’ve plowed that furrow first, and it ain’t all that, but it is all the wimminz had, and they pissed even that pittance away.
Fact is the old dowry system where you basically had to bribe a man to take your daughter off your hands, that was only half the trick jack, the other half was once she took you name her family burned those bridges behind her, it really was for better or for fucking worse, unto death.
Because that was the only way to keep the bitches in line, for their own fucking good, take a look at those pictures again, the hot sex kitten vanished 20 years ago, the last 15 years she better have been storing up credits raising the kids, the last 5 raising the grandkids, cos without that credit you get what you see, all liability, absolutely fuck all to offer, and from here on in it gets worse every day.
Wimminz as chattels, the most evil nadir of the patriarchy, apparently, the view looking back from your fifties is different, it was the greatest kindness we ever did the useless fucks… far better than they deserved, for their own good.
And guess what, it was organised and maintained by the women of the day.
As I sit her and type this, in the last 24 hours I have one 26 year old, one 35 year old, one 38 year old, and one 42 year old wimminz, all of whom want to submit to me, a man in my 50’s, totally, sexually, and a couple of others who want to submit partially, or so they say.
Which one is winning the race? The one with the youngest flesh, the prettiest face, the biggest tits?
No, the one who doesn’t just want to submit sexually, who doesn’t even have to be told to use any spare moments worshipping my cock or with her tongue up my ass in preference to talking, the one who wants me to own her totally, the one who says she has nothing to offer me but herself, little as that is.
The one, in short, with the strongest grip on reality.
Young men, NOTHING that ages as badly and as quickly as wimminz do is worthy of your worship or adoration, nothing that ages this badly and quickly is pure, or healthy, nothing that ages this badly or quickly is capable of anything that lasts longer than the fleeting changes that ravage them.
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If the ideal age for a wimminz is half the man’s age plus seven, then that is a moving target, you have to get a new wimminz every two years.
This isn’t a bad thing, if you want a relationshit longer than that, get a fucking dog…
Course, if you started choosing dogs on how hard they made your cock throb, you’d have the same fucking issues, so start choosing wimminz by the same criteria you choose a dog.
By that yardstick the bitch above who has the strongest grip on reality and wants me to own her is the clear winner, and some of the others have better attributes, physically, but it is no coincidence that this one will rather spend three hours using her mouth on my balls / cock / ass than talking, and no, this doesn’t make her NAWALT.
She is AWALT, she is just a bit less addicted to delusions of pedestal pwincess status than her sisters, which is just because she fucked up harder and faster and got to face some of the consequences faster than her sisters.
She is still a liability to any man, but she knows it, and is prepared to earn her daily keep sexually, and by feeding me, keeping the coffee coming, and doing domestic shit.
The value of the dog is he knows his place, once he loses that he loses all value, and this bitch is the same, the only value she has is she knows her place.
I wouldn’t kick her out of bed to fuck the 26 year old with the pretty face and porn slut body, I wouldn’t have to, threesome it is and then kick the 26 year old out of the bed.
25 years pass, if looks are all you have you are fucked, if “a way of life” (to nick the biker ethos, AWOL) is all you have it improves with age and practice, I have this shit down cold and smooooooth, practice makes perfect.
A one time gift of minimal value due to constantly refreshing supply like youth and virginity and fertility and beauty, that’s a one shot game with a fucking short half life.
Fuck being a wimminz.
July 26, 2013
Tough all over 2
A couple of months ago I was sorely tempted by a just used HD in a local dealership, today I got a spam email from them advertising 3k off list prices on everything new and used, so though what the fuck and checked the website.
The bike I looked at, still in stock… two months later… in some of the best summer weather we have had for years… honestly, if you can’t sell a clean low mileage harley in those circumstances…
Time are tough when you can’t sell a genuinely clean FXST (last of the carb models) with no significant mileage for what is actually a fair price… even without the dealer warranty etc.
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Things are tough all over
as Cheech & Chong said.
I’m hearing the same shit from lots of different people in lots of different jobs, the bosses are talking about shortages of money, and the result is heaping more workload on the workers, sometimes for less money, never for more.
And you just know things are bad when even the desperate will simply quit rather than submit to ever greater levels of bullshit for ever less take-home from the boss.
Some are self employed courier drivers, (e.g. all courier drivers in 2013 UK) getting to the point where far from making any money, it is a case of subsidising the employer… some are still just on the government tit, looking to bail into the private sector and getting scared shitless because what jobs there are are offering maybe 60% of the government tit job wage, and they all “cannot possibly survive on 150 a week less”.
It may not be a Perfect Storm, it may not be a Great Depression, but it is the ingredients for both, and some other things besides…
I did a call today, putting a new router into a rural site which has just had an EFM circuit installed, all the employees and the MD were wimminz, and not a hot one amongst em, and they were all working in a traditionally male field, shall we say “construction”, in the project management sense, and since construction includes services, such as data services…..
I can’t show you the pictures, it would identify them, but the 8U cab was just slung on the floor on the corner (no forced or a/c cooling of any kind, no mains regulation or UPS of any kind), nearly buried by masses of cables, mains cables, USB cables, CAT5 cables, it was, frankly, a fucking disgrace.
On top of this was thrown the EFM box and cables, to which I was supposed to attach the new router… so when I turn up I get the “You’re just plugging something in, right?” spiel from the wimminz MD.
“Depends if you want it to actually work or not” is my reply… puzzled frown from the MD…
It reminded me of yesterday in a big supermarket chain, access to the rear of the racks completely blocked off by a wall of filing cabinets, one of those dumps where there are no employees or staff, just colleagues, and invariably 50% of them are useless obese wimminz, I pondered saying something but wanted to get the job done and get out of there so fuck it, just dragged one filing cabinet out of the way and left it blocking the wall so I could get access.
30 minutes later some skank walks up with the “excuse me” shit, “i need to get into that filing cabinet” she says, gesturing at one of the ones blocked in by the one I pulled out of the way.
“Go ahead” I say “just don’t block my access to the rear of the rack”
“I can’t move it” she says “I have a bad back”
I just shrugged and looked at her, fuck it, I had eaten two Nurofen not an hour earlier, having pulled a muscle in my lower back by lifting something stupidly, unlike her, I was actually waddling / limping.
So a guy who if he makes a mistake takes the whole site hard down is, in her eyes, expected to drop all that shit he is paid to do and help her lardy fugly ass out… good luck with that shit bitch.
Next job that day is another supermarket, I put them onto the new EFM circuit and new routers, and call one of the managers, another wimminz, in to run several checks from the tills to make sure everything is working, with their sales HQ on speakerphone, bitch prevaricates and makes a point of doing other shit at the same time, I tell speakerphone bitch in sales HQ that she has not made a friend there, she asks who, you or me, I say you, you should see the face on your manager…. perhaps it was my fault for neglecting to tell the manager bitch that the woman who wanted to talk to her on speakerphone was actually several rungs above her in her own company…lol
It is all entitled people, coming face to face with a situation where their constantly escalating entitlements are no longer escalating, and boy, they don’t like it one fucking bit.
When I say they don’t like it one fucking bit, that isn’t even scratching the surface of the resentment and frustration self evidently building.
Place I work for lots of people are bailing, they take the attitude they now have all their Cisco certs, I can get an offer or more money elsewhere, yeah, you can, short term, but this company has all the work, and is still getting more, and if you were half as smart as you think you are you would have played it like me from day one, being paid quite a lot less money, but for vastly less work and hassle.
It’s nearly the end of the month and travelling aside, I have done 18 jobs, most of which took an hour or less, a few of which ran to the full 2 hours allotted… when you consider some days I did 2 or even 3 separate jobs, you’re looking at basically every other day off sat at home being paid.
Of resentment and frustration I have none, I fucking *love* my job, and as a result my work is 100%, and HQ always find me pleasant and enjoyable to deal with, so they treat me pleasantly and enjoyably in return.
I also occupy the one role the company absolutely cannot cut back on, the guy who physically goes to site and liaises with the end user and service provider to do actual installs, fault find, changeovers etc.
I am also a generalist, not a specialist, no point sending a high flying every Cisco and MS certificate going type at 95% of the jobs I go to, not because the job is beneath them, but because they can’t do them, CCNx up the wazoo types don’t walk on site and FIRST check all the basics, oh yes, the site is down because some doofus moved the DSL cable into the wrong PSTN socket, or the power switch has been turned off, or the power brick died, or they can’t swap a mainboard in a server, or they can’t diagnose a thermal loading issue, and so on…..
Neurosurgeons are wonderful people, but multiskilled and experienced field medics never go out of fashion.
It was the same back in my proper engineering days, I wasn’t always getting work because I was so good at any one thing, but because there was almost no thing that I did not at least know something about, and in reality all jobs go better when you have someone on hand who knows a little about everything, and a fair bit about a lot, and a lot about a few things… on the rare occasions he has to talk to or call in someone else, they love him, because he gives them the straight shit every time.
So yeah, things are tough all over, and getting tougher, but speaking purely personally, life is goooood baby, I am as happy as a dog with two dicks, simply because I never bought into the paradigm that is now crumbling before our very eyes.
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July 25, 2013
Money makes the world go round.
I have been asked by a commenter, “what happens when the economy goes to shit and the po-lice / army and others get paid in worthless Weimar republic toilet paper?”
Well, history is a great teacher, when the shit hits the fan you discover that the state classes all its citizens into groups, po-lice, army, guys-who-keep-the-lights-on, farmers, peasants, others.
Not all these classes are valued equally, think of it as a family with ten kids, but only enough money to feed three of them, and at that point you have 3 wolves and 7 sheep deciding what to have for dinner.
I believe the commenter was missing a vital question / point, was it SOLELY money that induced these citizens to join the po-lice in the first fucking place, if the answer is yes, you are living in 1950, because it was the only / best job a demobbed soldier with no pre-war trade could get, if you are living today, the answer is no.
In my experience 99% of po-lice today join the “force” to get themselves a slice of that force, so when TSHTF and the monthly salary is toilet paper, their reasons for being in the “force” are actually reinforced, not demolished.
In WW2 some of the “best”, e.g. roughest and most violent and nasty, troops were recruited from the slum-lands of the Gorbals in Glasgow, genteel and affluent Cirencester was where you went looking for the officer class, so I will ask you agin which one of these two you are likely to have banging at your door, or demanding you step out of the vehicle, or some such.
You don’t recruit uneducated and impoverished callous and callow youths into ANY institution, unless your intention is to build a cadre of jackbooted thugs.
Now look again at who, and where from, the po-lice, TSA, et al are recruiting, look at the entrance exams and how difficult they are to pass intellectually, look at the calibre of the raw material.
“You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear“… if the aim was to have very high standards, for what it costs in time and money and materiel to remake one trailer park trash, you could train up three middle class applicants, if the aim is to create jackbooted thugs, then you don’t want the middle classes, educated, intelligent or moralistic anywhere near the process.
It is a literal truth that the average English peasant at the very dawn of the age of Steam was better educated than the average po-lice today.
You end up with a KGB or a Stasi, the citizens are queuing around the block for bread, the po-lice help themselves to the bread and the bakers wife and daughters, and there is nobody else to complain to comrade.
Amerika meanwhile still has the draft, they don’t even need to reintroduce it, and the great thing about the draft is, the instant your ass is drafted, you just lost 999 legal protections and gained 1 big fuck off obey or get fucked daddy.
The paper you are paid in ain’t worth shit, but at least you get to eat, or eat better than the sheeple, you get better weapons than the sheeple, all your violence against the sheeple is approved by the state, and you get company, the Stanford prison experiment, where nobody was paid either, writ large.
The commenter who asked the question did not specify why, so it would be wrong to assume he was hoping that when the currency collapsed the po-lice / army etc would just go home, but if he or anyone else was thinking or hoping that is what would happen, I believe they will be in for a very rude awakening indeed.
Remember, the third light is unlucky…
July 21, 2013
Unspeakable.
There are many, many, many things in life that you get a default answer to.
Paedophilia, yes, it is just wrong, end of discussion.
God help you if you want to discuss it intellectually,to wonder aloud why the label is applied, completely incorrectly, to 21 year olds having mutually consensual and loving sexual relationships with 15 years and 11 months olds.
God help you if you wonder aloud that for much of English history the age of consent was 12 and there was no paedophilia to speak of, now it is 16/18 there is apparently loads of it…. just as there was no illegal homosexual sex before homosexual sex was made illegal.
God help you if you wonder aloud at the imposition of a law making something quite common suddenly arbitrarily illegal, if she is 5,843 days old I am a rapist and paedo, if she is 5,844 days old we can nip up to Gretna Green and get married.
Where does the State get off in passing laws that suddenly render apparently common enough behaviours illegal, surely this is against everything the state itself was founded to preserve.
What comes next, laws banning the wearing of primary colours?
The real point of this post, and, now that the stage is set, another default answer that must not be questioned or discussed, is Men and their abducted by the state / skank ho ex kids, specifically the boy children, because the girl children and just sluts in training… oh noes… we’re back to the paedo thing again..
But here we are, ask any deadbeat dad who does not have contact with his sons, and you’ll get the stock answer, I should be there for them, teaching them, guiding them, doing manly things with them.
But is it the fucking truth?
About now I am as popular with deadbeat dads as a “paedo” admiring the tits on a 14 year old chick in a topless beach…
Oh I know, there are all sorts of things I *could* be doing with and for my absent sons, all sorts of things I feel I *should* be doing with and for my absent sons, yadda yadda yadda
But the unspeakable question.
What’s in it for me?
Did you cringe reading that? Did it make you feel guilt, the same way looking at the pic above and thinking she is pretty…
Is me explaining how my life is easier, more money and free time and all that jazz, somehow reminiscent of “if they are old enough to bleed, they are old enough to breed”, you cannot counter it directly, but it is just WROOOONNNG… MMKAYY.. so DROP IT…
However, no pubescent teen virgins were harmed by this discussion, just as no absent sons were harmed by this discussion, so the only thing this discussion is a threat to is the whole concept of the unspeakable.
Paedophilia is a good place to start, in your creation of an unspeakable, cannibalism is a better taboo, but, you cannot potentially link 75% of day to day activity for 99.999% of the population with potential cannibalism, it just doesn’t fly.
Of course you then have to set the boundaries in such a way that 99.9% of people are tempted, because you need that fucking guilt to get them to shut the fuck up when someone else is accused, so there is no good to be had from making the minimum age at which you can have sex 7, like cannibalism, 99.999% of the population wouldn’t be tempted anyway, so you have to set it at a ludicrously high level, biologically and historically speaking, see homosexuality, a young boy of 16/7 could join the army and get his ass blown off by flying lead and HE, but he couldn’t consent to a loving sexual encounter with another man unless he was 21.
Ok, now you have a universally reviled act, that you have simultaneously engineered to be something that, within the broadest terms of the definition, 99.999% of the population are biologically hard-wired to find “interesting” at the very least, so you have your guilt, which gives you your control… Neimoller anyone?
Next step?
Well, you mission creep that fucker.
Now I have been online since fidonet and the BBS days, long before there was an internet, last time I accidentally came across some paedo porn? Must have been about 1996… so this isn’t exactly a pandemic of filth that needs urgent attention, it’s just mission creep, making ever more people feel guilty.
Let’s be honest, who is going to stand up and say “Hang on a minute, do we actually need any more fucking useless laws on this subject?” nobody, you filthy paedolover and apologist you…
Want to marginalise some fucker, no worries, just label them a paedo, or a deadbeat dad. Job done.
Actual paedophilia is of course still going on, and it is a great tool for blackmail and political control, so it is not actual paedophilia, or active drug use, or active anything that is ever targeted, it is all about guilt, which is all about control.
So, you have systems in place that arguably both;
- do nothing whatsoever to combat the alleged problem
- just happen to be a very effective means of coercion and control for the 99.999% of the population who were never tempted by the alleged problem in the first place.
Pure coinckydink, of course, only a paedo or terr’rist would suggest that in fact the REAL goals and the actual outcomes were the only game in town, and the stated goals were just a methodology, social engineering.
Now tell me again, what is in it for me to become actively involved in raising my abducted by the skank ho ex and State sons…. they already have my fucking DNA
Being brutally honest with you, if they read and memorise this blog, that’s about all else I can give them.
My skills, well, bit like grandad teaching me how to make buggy whips, not relevant to life in 2013 innit.
If the remaining 99.99999% of me feeling bad about somehow letting my son’s down is just social engineering, then by definition it is alien to me, and I am better off rejecting it, and so are my sons, so if I have contact with them it will be BECAUSE of the social engineering, and as such I would be infected by it, and my proximity to them would infect them.
Hilariously. This is the exact argument the state uses WRT sexual abuse, that the abused go on to create more abusers.
Unspeakable.
Because it is a bell that cannot be un-rung in your mind.
July 20, 2013
OK Wimminz, here is the truth
Because so many of you have been asking for it lately.
But before I get into that, this is why you won’t understand.
“You dint ax me if he wuz racis”
Yeah, we all know who and what I am talking about, the 400lb fridge gorilla cum star persecution witness in the Zimmerman trial. You just know doritos packets are easy to open because if it required an IQ in double digits to stuff your face that bitch would be thinner than a fucking fishing line.
But we are treated to this bitch who cannot even speak her own native tongue with the fluency of a 4 year old, axplanin’ to y’all the differences between nigga and nigger, and cracka and bein racis…
Sure, my shit here is full of typoes and spoonewisms and autokorrect erros and a million other glitches, cos I don’t proof read, I am a two finger poke and hope typist who has to look at the keyboard to type, and once that shit is typed I ain’t about to go over it like I was writing the fucking Constitution.
Nevertheless, I can speak and comprehend the English language with a very high degree of familiarity and competency and fluency.
I know the difference between an analogy and an adequate explanation.
Pointing out that used cars with their best 20+ years long gone in the rear view mirror do not command 4 digit sale prices, even thought that same car cost 49k when it was new, and that was when 49k would buy you a fucking house, and then making an analogy between this and virgin teen cunt vs skank ho used cunt 20+ years later is just that, an analogy.
By definition it leaves out more than it includes.
To wimminz, who do not understand language, or the importance of words or meaning or communication, who do not see them as the binocular vision and upright bipedal stance and opposable thumbs of nature, it is the end of the line, all change.
Fresh teen virgin cunt, and I know of what I speak, having first hand experience of deflowering intact hymens that could barely pass a little finger prior to my arrival, vs skank ho cock carousel cunt, if you try to run that car analogy in reverse it falls flat on it’s face.
A car with 2 previous owners and 50k on the clock is not twice as valuable as the same car with 4 previous owners and 100k on the clock…. a *huge* fucking chunk of the depreciation happened when the first owner first turned the key, even just six months later with the same owner and only 5k on the clock, essentially all the original value has been lost.
But even then, even in the showroom with no previous owners and 4.7 miles on the clock, not all new cars are the same, because the factory and workers and model are analogous (there we go with analogies again) to the family and home that raised the young teen virgin debutante.
Obama is right, he coulda fucking been Trayvon, and that car would be a backstreet no name “welcome to our factory” car, 5 cents and you can buy the whole week’s worth of production…. and you would still have lost out on the deal.
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But politicians / wimminz / niggerz are all unable to master language, so like all bad tradesmen they use the tools they have to do the job, adjustable wrenches and mole grips instead of spanners and sockets, and lo and behold you get rounded nuts that are never torqued correctly ever again, which leads to damaged threads, etc etc etc
And so telling wimminz the truth is like pearls before swine.
On fucking sites (not just an expletive, I am referring to websites where people hook up and fuck) da wimminz just love all those verifications and testimonies, so do I, if anywhere in these extensive lists is someone I consider unfuckable, then since you fucked them I consider you unfuckable too .. I have mentioned this previously, there being sub groups or classes of people within the scene, search for “sperm brothers”
it is simple male logic.
- “X” is a worthless cunt
- you associate with X
- ergo, you are also a worthless cunt
- I don’t want X anywhere near my life, therefore I don’t want you anywhere near my life either
- check please…
Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas.
But, since this blog is for men, and those rare wimminz with an intellect, the following 1,000 words are those truths for wimminz, but translated BACK into English, so that men may see it, and understand the wimminz perspective somewhat better.
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crickets
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Slutz for rent… cheeeeep…
First of all we had better get the NAWALT thing outta da way… if you hadn’t met her on a fucking site you would not have known she had fucked 30 guys 5 couples and 2 wimminz over the past year, some of them repeats.
Just cos you did not know this, does not mean it didn’t happen.
“Ignorance is bliss“?
I doubt it, shit that you don’t know is in my experience just deferred pain.
So, AWALT.
Now you got two choices, you can go ghost, or when life hands you lemons you can make lemonade.
Me, I choose to make lemonade.
The problem is for the 99.9% of guys who get handed lemons and try to “improve” it and make champagne, I’m reminded of the line from Christine, “Boy, ya can’t polish a turd.” and boy does this ever apply to wimminz, all wimminz, no exceptions…
You get handed a slut the only change you can make, and it is temporary, but worthwhile, is to change her from being “a slut” to being “your slut”, that has some utility, until the point where it forgets its station in life, and that is kerb time.
There is a thing in life called EROI, energy returned on investment, and it applies to everything.
If you expend a 1,000 bucks worth of diesel and maintenance and fertiliser and seeds to farm and grow 500 bucks worth of food, you just lost, sooner or later you are going to starve.
If you expend 1,000 kWh of oil energy to pull 750 kWh energy worth of oil out of the ground, you just lost, if someone hands you 1,000 kWh of hydro power that only cost 250 kWh to build and maintain then you just broke even.
Taking the day off and firing up the twin big blocks in your classic 35 foot cigarette boat and going out for the day turning 100 octane into salt spray, noise, shits and grins, is lose lose lose, so you better have made profits in other areas of your life in order to be able to do that “non essential to survival” thing.
Being handed a filthy whore therefore only becomes a problem when you start making an investment of your time or energy or money to improve her, you will always end up in negative EROI.
Imagine spending your life teaching people how to fish for food, in the hope that once they learn they will go fishing with you and lighten your load, and all they all do without exception is immediately go somewhere else and start plying their trade as fishermen…. probably in competition with you.
This is the inevitable result of investing your time or effort into a slut.
So, “Hey AfOR, where do you find all these sluts willing to drive two hours to your place just so they can stick their tongue up your ass and reaffirm their zero net worth in both your eyes and theirs?”
in a Mr T accent, Look around you sucker.
Same place I find these 500 dollar cars that I run for 3 years with no maintenance, right under your fuckin’ noses, I see em for what they are, you however treat them all as fixer uppers and a week later have blown 500 on a stereo, 500 on paint and 500 on wheels, suddenly you have a 2,000 dollar car that looks like a 200 dollar car, and every flaw screams out at you.
I dunno, in the Trayvon / Zimmerman trial, the star witness for the persecution, hell man, I would have (had I been any of the lawyer types there) stood up and said I was Frito Pendejo, and Zimmerman was guilty because he talked like a fag, oh, and he interrupted me while I was watching Ow My Balls!
But that’s why I am not a lawyer, and that is why I can find skanky sluts everywhere I look, and 500 buck beaters that last me 3 years.
I’m not looking to fix anything up, so I see what is before my eyes, and if it has utility….
July 18, 2013
No Compromises.
You know, there a lot of people on this planet who should consider themselves fucking lucky that some alien super-race doesn’t land outside my door and make me the god of all humans.
If they came down tomorrow, and if tomorrow was exactly five years (1,825 days) since I last saw my kids, I’d just wave my hand and EVERYONE involved in that, which includes all the legal types, all the social worker types, all the police types, all the hangers on at the public purse types, which when you add it all up is getting on for 100 people (follow the fucking money, ever wondered why this whole system is so pernicious to those who can generate wealth, men…) would be put in iron cages 48 inches a side, suspended 10 feet off the ground above the roadway like lamp posts, and simply left their to their own devices for 3,650 days… I figure, if anyone gives a fuck about them then they will feed and clothe them, maybe hold an umbrella up when it’s raining… if not, well, that’s too bad.
Of course, this shit happened in the past in human history, it happened enough that this image is something we have all come across before as a depiction of some sort.
If you think it is not coming again at some point you are a fool, because all it takes to do this to other human beings is to remove their humanity, make them less than human, which is exactly what we are doing now with vast swathes of human society, we are branding them as “other” and immediately suspending all thoughts of equality or rights or fairness or justice.
Not being made into God over humanity by an alien super race, what is left to me is to be God over one life, my own, and this is eminently doable. (just don’t confuse the two, waving your hands and getting a fat job for no work is the former, cutting your cloth according to your means and being an ascetic in preference to selling your soul to the company store is the latter)
I am no megalomaniac, not even in my own life, but there is no point being god of yourself if you don’t get to call the shots in your own life…
Which is why I say no compromises.
None, not even little ones, not even tiny ones, not even minute ones, not even infinitesimal ones.
For a bitch to be with me is like it used to be when you worked abroad back in the day, if you wanted to stay there you obeyed the rules, if you broke the rules you got escorted to the airport and your ass was history, no discussion. Your visa was revoked. For life.
There was always another white man eager enough to take your fucking place, so the country in question never missed you.
You could act like a complete cunt in the privacy of one of the white men’s clubs, but god help you if you acted that way in public and let the side down… your ass was grass.
Back in the day just after the war if you were a bachelor you were expected to share a house with another bachelor, and each house was allowed two servants, one cook general laundry, and one general housekeeper, so it was “acceptable” if these two bachelors chose two young local girls to fulfil these roles.
If you were married then at all social events, no exception, the wife was expected to dress properly, which meant amongst other things white gloves… if she was seen slightly drunk or minus her gloves, the general manager would pull you over and send you home, with a warning…
If she did not want to behave and it became a trend, the GM would call you in and hand you a ticket, one way, back to your country of origin, for the wife, take your pick, your wife or your job. No discussion. No compromise.
I can remember being in Africa, I was a boy at the time, this guys fiancée was apparently raped by a few black guys, nowadays I’ll question if it was rape or she got caught pulling a train of black cock, but either way his reaction was priceless.
He refused to speak to her or be with her or be near her ever again.
At the time, as a blue bill boy, I didn’t get it, I thought he was a cruel sonofabitch.
Now as an older man I do, she was ruined for life, and yes, she could have avoided being raped, if indeed that is what it was, by acting as women were expected to act, and not acting as a man and finding she didn’t have the wherewithal when the rubber met the road… and I remember him not being *able* to talk about her either, that pain was enough he could only lock it down and away.
No compromises.
No compromises is just another way of saying “A man who has chosen to become the God of his own life”
Yes, there is a personal cost, the guys sending the wife back home, the guy walking away from his future bride, but they eat the pain and stuck with the No Compromises.
It occurs to me that without fucking exception, every single man I have ever met who I admired, aspired to be the God of his own life.
It occurs to me that when you start looking at men in history who are admired, they also aspired to be the God of their own lives.
George Loveless knew all about that shit, he may not have been right, you may not agree with a word he said, but you have to admire the man’s integrity.
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