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July 5, 2013

What the fuck is this

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:57 pm

In my day job, as in life, basically all I see is 95% of the time people come along, look at an issue, and then proceed as though the actual issues and a theoretical issue that just happens to make life easiest for them are one and the same thing.

I had a job recently, they told me I was about the 17th site visit trying to fix their problems, which I soon realised was a simple case of the 16 before me using the attitude I just mentioned (also in AfORisms https://wimminz.wordpress.com/01-intro-and-stuff/) “fuck it, I’m doing *this* and getting my ass out of herewhat the fuck is this

So, in this case there were in fact three or four separate issues, we *think* we got it licked, but only time will tell, which is what happens when one problem is actually three or four, it used to be one problem, but the 16 fuck it types that preceded me added three more and made the original one worse.

One of the remote guys at one of our big clients knows me as “the serial number guy”, because we are doing an upgrade roll-out where boxes A and B and being replaced, but, you have to do this in a VERY specific order and way, or best case scenario is you take the entire site hard down, worst case scenario is you take the whole corporate WAN hard down, and this is for a fortune 500 type company.

I am the “serial number guy” because I insist the remote guy reads me the serial number he has on file for old box A & B, *before* I touch anything, he used to laugh at me for being anal, last week he stopped laughing, the serial number he had for old box A, and the serial number on old box A did not match, turns out some fuck swapped it out a while back and it wasn’t documented… *he* got the credit for this, I don’t give a fuck, I did *not* get the blame and my ass was covered.

In the recent job where I was #17, one of the previous guys had put a replacement box in, but it lacked a plug in card. So he pulled the card from the old box and slammed it into the new box… shame he forgot to copy the driver software for the card over too… as it happens the card itself was dying, so it all just makes things more complex and time consuming to diagnose.

I have walked in to places to fuck around with patch cables to diagnose why VOIP phones aren’t working that worked last week, only to meet an in-house guy with a REAL cable tester in his hands, one that does attenuation and shit and can calculate the length of the fucking cable and log and record results, he knows it ain’t the patch leads, I know it ain’t the patch leads, but the client’s outsourced to India tech support guy insists we spend an hour fucking with cables before agreeing to move to an unused port on the switch, which is what they were told in the first place… and 2 days later it stops working again… why? because the doofus in India didn’t update the documentation, and scanning software found what was supposed to be an unused port in use, and disabled it…. duh…

and….

though at first glance it may seem completely unrelated, I just can’t fucking stand wimminz, because after putting up with this crap during the day, I got no time for it on my own personal unpaid time, but, this is exactly what wimminz are.

If I had a dollar for every wimminz of whom I have thought, you know, she could be fucking great except for glaring flaw exhibit A, I’d be richer than Bill Gates, so really, what are the odds that exhibit A always involved treating me like a cunt, are all down to me?

About the same as the jobs described above where the faults I walk into, which were already there, are somehow down to me.

Of course, the outcomes are the same, when things work out, well, it was just that their attitude didn’t exceed the inbuilt stability threshold, and that goes for the wimminz too… but, the times they are a changing, as we get to a critical mass of don’t-give-a-fuck in each and every process chain.

Thing is, what sets the good, the bad and the ugly apart are not such things as the sheer number of cisco or microsoft or whatever certifications the person has, sure, there is *some* correlation between the good guys and the certification, but it is fairly loose at best, give me a conscientious, thinking, observing, methodical bastard any day over the elite certificated apex dude in the field, the methodical mother will rarely if ever make anything worse, and can always tell you what he DID do, and what effects it had and what he observed.

The guy who said fuck it and didn’t bother to think long enough to load the add in card drivers from the old box has all that manufacturers certs, fucking gold accredited partner status, he can whizz bang the exams, he can spec your corporate network from a blank sheet of paper (in theory) but in practice in the field he can’t even stop to think that add in card hardware = drivers or it presents as a fault…

Many years ago in my marine engineering days we used to build, into shipping container and smaller format, complete hydraulic power pack systems.. the head of the company was a fucking hydraulic genius, and his designs were awesome, except, when you tried to build them, he’d lay out a bunch of pipes for a manifold and put them so close together you couldn’t actually get a spanner on the unions, so, we used to use his to + or – 0.1 mm spec designs as a sort of artists impression, and build it so you could actually build it, and in the two years I worked for the asshole he never actually spotted that what we built and his designs were different.

Pity the poor fucker in the field who tried to fix a repair by having a part CNC’d up according to his designs, and you wouldn’t believe how common that is in engineering… nd of course some of THAT shit is deliberate, trade secrets and branding etc, so Volvo (penta) used to buy Peugeot diesel parts, and make subtle changes so you couldn’t go out and buy a pug part at a tenth the price, which was doubly hilarious because the only reason the expensive volvo penta part died was the deliberate design changes, tow examples were cracking between the valves on the straight six diesels, and making the mechanical fuel lift pumps sealed and non-serviceable, so when the diaphragms went they leaked diesel into the sump, voilà, dilution and runaway….

For about 10 years in Spain you could buy standard UNF and UNC thread bolts, with metric head sizes because the fitters had metric spanners, not AF sets… I’ve seen that cause more “What the FUUK!!!” than chicks with dicks down Bugis St.

Old Joe was a semi retired Morris engineer who made a nice living in spain as a small garage, what with this AF and whitworth spanners and whatnot, fixing all the english cars and tractors and stuff that found its way to spain..

At the time I had a DKW (Audi) diesel truck, imagine what a cunt I looked when the clutch went one day and I looked and saw the cable was broken, so went to the auto factors to ask for a deek truck clutch cable… no señor, there is no such animal… me waves clutch cable in my hand at them, they shrug, oh dear, looks like a previous owner did a mod…

But, 20 years ago this shit was the exception that was a good tale to tell over a beer after work on a Friday, nowadays it is par for the fucking course, no greens or holes, all sand traps and bunkers.

Reminds me of a joke Fred the alky used to tell about Hell, which was full of bars and lewd wimminz, “you see all those bottles of beer, well, they all have holes in them, you see all those lewd wimminz, well, they don’t

 

July 4, 2013

Judge said ‘wholly innocent’ father-of-two was ‘saved’ by his phone

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 8:27 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2355655/Astria-Berwick-Woman-jailed-lying-police-taxi-driver-sexually-assaulted-cab.html

July 3, 2013

I want to fuck your friend.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:07 am

It is a trusim, that I often tell wimminz, that *EVERYTHING* they did sexually in the past better be on offer to me, otherwise they run the risk of appearing to value me less than some previous jerk.

Wimminz, for their part, *intimately* understand this, which is one of the reasons they always try to re-write history, but, there is one bit they don’t get.

I kicked a skank to the kerb tonight, she’ll be back, and it was a needed part of that process, but the *reason* I gave, that she just didn’t get.942581_374018689365577_995616911_n

As I said to her, “It’s not the fact that you had a threesome with that couple that makes a difference, we’re just fuckbuddies, I don’t give a shit who you fuck, it is that you had an evening off and were available to fuck, and did not think to offer me first refusal… that is why I am kicking your skanky ass to the kerb.

She didn’t get it because what I was talking about was relative weighting of one thing vs another, for wimminz, this is a goldfish with a binary yes/no thing, shes doesn’t get *why* she has been kicked to the kerb, all she gets is that she has…

So now she is eager to meet me again, and have me use and abuse her cunt and cause her much pain.

The pain is punishment to her, which she wants, she is not sure *why*, she just knows she likes it and deserves it.

I mention all this, because the AfORisms bit on the right is starting to get some attention, and part 3 about leopards not changing their spots is apposite to this story.

There is another skank, who may or may not, (see AfORism 02..lol) but is planing to come over for a weekend of use and abuse, who claims that every relationshit she has had was with a man who was sexually abusive, which is why she wants to spend a weekend with me being my fucktoy with specific requests that I use and abuse her in exactly the ways that were “abuse” when these ex’s allegedly did it to her.

Clearly, to anyone with a functioning brain, her history is a history of selecting men who were capable of rough sex, and then manipulating these men into giving her said rough sex, but to a wimminz goldfish 1k binary brain this would cause a buffer overflow, so she will just re-regurgitate some shit she read somewhere about wanting to re-visit traumatic experiences in a bid to understand them.

It is of course mere coincidence that when she finds a man like me, who does not merely think, but knows, she is a filthy tramp good for only one thing, rather than a man she has to manipulate into treating her that way, her cunt starts throbbing with desire. (sms etc recording all this shit backed up to the cloud etc etc)

I have another occasional one, it is quite easy to be callous with her as she is obese, but, she does worship the very ground I walk on, and it appears, quelle surprise, that the more I diss her, the more she worships me, she has a well paying job, decent car, own house, and it is all on offer, even a womb-turd if I wanted one.

What all these have in common is the wimminz 1k input buffer is overflowed, the fucking INSTANT you cause that to not be the case, for example by turning around to the last one and saying ok babe, I’ll move in next week lets get married and get you pregnant, suddenly you are running a program that fits in that buffer, and suddenly all respect / eagerness / interest that they have in you evaporates faster than spit on oxy cut steel…

So when she comes crawling and apologising, instead of saying OK babe I accept your apology, I tell her the truth, it’s a fucking start, just, but a fucking small one.

What do I have to do? she wails.

  1. I wanna fuck your friend (arrange it)
  2. I wanna fuck you and your friend in a threesome (arrange it)

prace bets now, what should I say? lol

This is why (home made) porn is attractive, it is heavily filtered, everything except the holes you want to fuck is excluded, and even then, filtered down to the visual cortex stuff.

This is why wimminz in the flesh are so unattractive, no filters, eek, all that shitty stuff gets through, and that, bitches, is why I treat you with contempt, because apart from your sexual purposes, you are utterly contemptible as human beings.

This, is the danger, when as above, a wimminz you have fucked decides to fuck someone else, unless you are hip to what wimminz really are, you are liable to start viewing things form the ultrafiltered porno perspective, sob, boo hoo, that was MY fuckin’ toy…

The reality is, said skanky ho’s cunt is not worth any less to me now that is was before an additional couple used it, you can’t get less than “worthless except for scenarios where it happens to be right here for my own personal immediate use”

The reality is, I wonder if the female part of this couple is fuckable, because now there is a link between me and it that wasn’t there before.

THIS kind of thinking completely blows the wimminz 1k input buffer.

June 30, 2013

new page in AfORisms on the right menu

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:45 pm

June 29, 2013

When the shelves are bare.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:45 pm

NAWALT is an attractive belief, in exactly the same way that the hungry man will hope the next supermarket around the corner will actually have some bread/eggs/milk in stock, in exactly the same way that the idle man will hope that the next job opportunity or customer will be along in a day or so.

AWALT sounds a lot like giving up hope, might as well put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.

But what do you do when the next supermarket doesn’t have any bread, and the next week doesn’t have any work for you.

There is a lot of talk around about how the Chinese economy is starting to falter, how it’s export everything economic model was flawed… missing the fucking point… at least they are fucking manufacturing, even if it is cheaper crappier versions of many things.

If their economy is based on exports, and exports tank, they are at least left with the raw manufacturing capacity, there will only be 100 factories and staff that can make a 40 watt CO2 laser tube for 50 bucks, not 5,000, which is still 100 more than the west.

When the hungry man walks around that corner and finds a supermarket that does indeed have bread, but it is white sliced and not full grain wholemeal fresh baked brown tin, he ain’t gonna go “aww shit” and walk on by all disappointed, he is going to be like a dog with two dicks and start stuffing his face.

What nobody who is not an engineer gets, is that throughout history every high profile manufacturing plant making some product or other was never an island alone, a monoculture, instead is was like a floating island, that survived on top of a vast array and network of smaller supplier, and skilled staff, who themselves survived on top of a still vaster array of even smaller suppliers and skilled staff, which survived on a multivaried base of apparently unrelated things that make up the community, so the whole thing was like a vast floating island… take away the lower layers and the high profile plant and product at the top sank without a trace.

I can go to Epilog and buy a really great high quality desktop CO2 laser for UK£5,000, or I can go to Portsmouth and buy ex stock a range of imported cheapo chinese desktop CO2 lasers from UK£300 to £1,500.

They aren’t as good as the Epilogs, not even close, they are in fact quite similar to the sort of thing I would be able to make at home, no frills, the tube will last maybe 1,500 hours, maybe as little as a 1,000 hours, not 5,000 or more, but the replacement tubes are 100 bucks, not 1,000, same goes for the drive electronics, but there is a strong analogy to the supermarket shelf up there.

If I have an initial possible job making 1,000 acrylic key fobs, and the fixed material cost is 10 pence per fob, then the unit cost is £0.10 + £5,000 / 1000 = £5.10 if I buy an Epilog, or £0.10 + £300 / 1000 = £0.40 if I buy the smallest Chinese job

Guess which is going to sell?

So let’s say I want to set up a factory making something, well for starters, even with massive governments gifts and incentives, it matters where you build it, if you don’t have access to those under-layers of the island discussed above, it is going to sink without a trace.

Take Tesla cars, even with a billionaire backer, it ain’t working, even based in a USA tech hub, all that other shit costs money too, upholstery, wheels, tires, lights, wiring, plumbing, a thousand and one little custom bits of bent metal.

Stick the fucker in mainland china, instead of a website that flatly refuses to list either the actual ticket price or a delivery date, you’d be knocking out no frills clones for 10 thousand bucks a pop, how many you want daddy-o, we can ship you say 50 a week…

The west pointing at China’s economy and saying it is fucked is like the hungry man eating the baker’s bread and saying now you’re fucked, at least the baker still has the skills and equipment to make more bread, the hungry man will soon get hungry again.

But to get back to the hungry man, or the idle man, that we started with, what can they do to change the environment in which they find themselves?

Can the hungry man make supermarkets stock bread?

Can the idle man make customers come to him with work?

Can the NAWALT man make a good woman turn up a bond with him?

Sure, they all want and need these things, but can they make it happen, or indeed in any way influence it?

Now, according to just about all western intelligentsia, from Maslow through Keynes and Bernaise et al, all I need to do is get myself one of those cheap chinese lasers and set myself up in business, provided I make the right widgets at the right price, it is a BUILD IT AND THEY WILL COME scenario. Market forces. Needs.

Now, in the gospel according to me, which is based upon nothing more than 5+ decades on this planet spent all over Europe, Africa, the middle and far East, I have something to tell you.

Apart from special exceptional circumstances, e.g., little bubbles that most people in the west have been living in for the past 50 years, that just ain’t so.

To give an example, aluminium CAN be made to burn in the presence of oxygen, and it would be wrong to assume, having seen thermite, that certain conditions = all conditions, if you doubt me here is an alu coke tin and here is a bic lighter…

The normal situation is either;

  1. Person A has Item X, and Person B wants Item X, but Person B has nothing that Person A wants to offer in exchange for Item X
  2. Person A has Item X, Person B wants Item X, but Person B has a whole list of more pressing needs, A though W, that absofuckinlutely must be satisfied first before they can even consider getting Item X

Item X can be anything, from a handful of food or a pint of semi potable water though to a motor car or personal laser or even personal jet.

The western model of “economy” breaks down when you are faced with the choice of eating your seed corn, or dying of hunger, where a dog is worth more in the pot as meat than as a pet.

Getting back to the hungry man, whom we have just dealt with, and the idle man, whom we have just dealt with, how about the NAWALT man, how is he any different?

In my travels, what I have seen, far from the proofs that the western model is right, is proofs that the western model is wrong, because, without exception, what happens is someone with some form of power basically parachutes in to a place that has something they want, and then sets up a totally alien and artificial environment / colony in that area, and that demarcation is vital, because as soon as you remove it and westernise the whole fucking place, the very thing you parachuted in to get becomes much more expensive to get, so expensive that your original model is broken.

Nota Bene, I am NOT saying that the model for technological advancement is wrong, the entire industrial revolution is proof that it is not, what is wrong is the attempt to retrofit modern economic theory to it and start talking fantasy bullshit about free markets and John Maynard Keynes and Maslow’s heirarchy of needs, and then deluding yourself that you have a BETTER grasp of things than before you started… you don’t, you have a poorer grasp.

You may as well study christianity and then refuse to see anything in western culture except through those eyes, and refuse to accept any other explanation for anything outside of that doctrine.

So, back again to the hungry man, the idle man, and the NAWALT man.

In a dispassionate and clinical view, the NAWALT man is just as deluded as the idle man and the hungry man, looking back at say 1965 when we were great and built Saturn V rockets and shit, they were all times of artificial states in which aluminium could be readily made to combust.

The NORMAL state was quite, quite, quite different.

The normal state was fucking not Wife 1.0 who was a virgin when you married her, for life, and raised kids with, and all that crap.

The normal state was wimminz were a fucking utility to be exploited and used, just like everything else from a tree to an oxen or a dog, and yes folks, that includes men and children too.

I want you to go back to the bit above, person a, person b, item x

Take away everything in the western world, which means everything you can buy and sell on ebay, and what are you left with, the shit you cannot buy and sell on ebay.

Food, Water, People.

There isn’t a cunt hair veneer between the artificial bubble of the western world where we can contractually engage in certain exchanges, I’ll hire you to drive my truck, plow my fields, suck my cock, and what I have seen most of my life, which is people for sale, often by themselves, or by a relative or family member or tribal leader.

20 year old chick working in a Chinese factory in 2013 is basically living in the same conditions, lifestyle and relationship with the employer as a 20 year old chick working in an English mill in 1813, because it is the same shit, it is a factory.

We only eliminated that shit by eliminating the factories, everything else is an illusion.

We, like the modern entitled wimminz, made living in our bubble the priority, and we shall reap what we sowed.

Before anyone accuses me of being a hypocrite, I am personally very pleased to have avoided that harsh reality, I am very pleased to drive around in a brand new fully top spec loaded German car keeping customers connected to teh internets

If you think I am a stone cold and harsh motherfucker now, imagine what I would be like if I was forced to live in that harsh reality, I don’t have to imagine that hard, I am a watered down version of my father, who was a watered down version of his father before him.

One of my grandfathers ran away to sea at 14, and found hisself in the Battle of Jutland in WW1, come WW2 he was on tankers on the Murmansk convoys, he got three ships torpedoed from under him and lived to tell the tale, NOWADAYS I tell that to people, and they laugh, and tell me he sounds like the character Uncle Albert from Only Fools and Horses, and suspect that I am making it up.

As though that shit only ever happened to a few people, when it happened to LOTS, same as the Japs and the infamous Burma Railway, I can remember to this day as a boy growing up around three different men, all of whom survived that, it happened to LOTS of people, being left behind at the Fall of Singapore, it happened to LOTS of people, so having an Uncle it happened to wasn’t remarkable.

My other grandfather went to the Australian gold rush, and the American one (technically there were several of each) but the reality was they did not go to get rich, so much as to stay alive, there was sweet fuck all going on in Cornwall since the hard rock mining died a death with the discovery of open cast tin in the far east and australia, (genetically I come from a long line of hard rock miners, the longest line in the world, we are all small and skinny and tough and tend to die by threescore and ten) after the relative prosperity of WW2 and all the yanks in cornwall the economy died again, so my old man tried his luck in the gold coast of africa (it was still the white man’s grave back then) and then tried his hand other places abroad, when I grew up the economy was fucked again, so I tried my hand in various shitholes, mad dogs and englishmen,.

That’s three generations that I know something about in some personal detail, and none of them would recognise Keynesian economics or market forces if they tripped over it either, but they would recognise artificial isolated bubbles where aluminium burns readily.

My dad was the outlier who found a Wife 1.0, and managed to keep it that way by spending a lot of his life outside the western bubble, and even then, it wasn’t all fucking roses, I know he screwed around, and I know she did too, but they stayed together and I never even suspected it until I myself was an adult, so it was Marriage 1.0 in the sense that the kids came first, and I was not a bastard, being born in wedlock, and all that jazz.

The hungry guy, the idle guy, the NAWALT guy, what they all have in common is they live in hope, and while they hope, they will not adapt, and Darwin will do the rest.

Jesus Saves… I never saw Jesus save a single fucker my entire life, have seen a lot of people get killed and otherwise destroyed totally, because they clung to the hope that Jesus saves, seen a lot of people killed and other wise fucked up hoping hunger would end, hoping idleness would end, hoping NAWALT/NAPALT.

When the shelves are empty, hope, and belief in things that just ain’t so, will kill ya.

I gotta go, gotta do some laundry, bit of housework, bit of paperwork, and chill, got some other guy’s live in girlfriend coming over later so she can kneel on my bed and take a couple of loads up cum up her cunt, and then go back to her fucking loser boyfriend and leave me in peace once she has served her utility to me.

June 28, 2013

It’s the economy…

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:05 pm

If something were described as..

The art of getting a wimminz, who is a mental patient, who doesn’t actually like men, who doesn’t actually like sex, who doesn’t actually like you, to decide to have sex with you

and

The art of getting the above wimminz to decide to repeat that with you on a regular basis

then, perhaps it would generate a rueful laugh,  but tell me this, what most accurately describes getting sex with a wimminz, what was written above, or all the other stuff written about courting and wooing and relationshits and so on?

I am being 100% serious, the above red text is the most accurate description of the process you will get, not just because it described the chase and catch process, but it also described the after catch or fail to catch process perfectly.3tvju9Kh

It may not be 100% of all the facts or 100% accurate or even 100% correct, but, take the skank I discussed yesterday who after one night with me was gushing every day about can’t wait for the next meet my cunt is dripping I want to feel your cock throbbing in my mouth yadda yadda :CLICK: hey babe I won’t be seeing you tomorrow the sex was magic but I need a relationshit (which is why I am on a swinging site, which is why I am on it still after sending this message to you)

I submit to you, that the above red text does not just describe the process more accurately than anything else, the real gold is it, with 100% accuracy, described your current situation and options, and therefore how you should feel and what you should do.

So why is this 100% accurate description denied, and in it’s place a choice of 100% false litany’s promoted?

It’s programming.

I am hard wired to find certain aspects of the female body interesting, there is nothing I can do about that.

All my problems all my life have come from the programming that I have absorbed so deeply it is hard to tell what is hard wired and what is programming.

By the same token, our sole metric of whether our economy is working is based on “Growth”

Like the mental patient who doesn’t like men, or sex, or you, so to win you have to be the exception that proves the rule…. growth is based on the “Economy” as a whole, and the “Economy” as a whole for the UK consists of 60 million people, plus all the national and multinational companies, plus all the banks and financial institutions.

In the real physical world, everything is finite, so “Growth”, which when expressed as a percentage, which is just another way of saying when expressed as an exponent, is a model of exponential increase.

Anything that is increasing exponentially in a finite realm is doing so at the cost of everything else, and also heading for its own inevitable collapse and demise… the tumour gets bigger than the host.

When we start talking about the economy on these terms, we can see that it is like saying wimminz are sugar and spice and all things nice and all you need to do is man up and marry a good girl and everything is going to be great and you will get all your dreams fulfilled.

Learn a trade and work hard and well and be industrious and look after your customers and you will become uber rich and your company will grow to huge proportions, when in reality every big company out there got that way by acting like a psychopath and fucking everyone over at every opportunity… of course, the NAWALT equivalent is NOT ALL COMPANIES ARE LIKE THAT…

Sure, go ahead and name one you have worked for… if you can come up with a name, it is because you missed the joke, you are still blue pill when it comes to corporations, you have your walmart loyalty card.

When you learn the fucking lesson, well…

I like cunt and ass and tits, but, to get it I have to deal with fucking mental patients that don’t like sex, or men, or me, so it is really important that the initial “I like” is only my hard-wired inner animal self speaking, and not any of the programming I have absorbed, cos that shit will hurt you and fuck you up brother.

I like wealth and luxury, but is the route the wealth and luxury the ways everyone says are the ways (aka the American dream) or is there one route, being a sociopathic amoral exploiter who sails JUST this side of the law?

You see the parallels to getting regular sex with the same wimminz, or a succession of wimminz.

All you gotta do is not stick your dick in crazy sounds like helpful advice, but it is a direct parallel to advice on how to fly or levitate, all you gotta do is fall without ever touching the ground.

If it “costs” 25 kWh per day for me to live to this standard today, it will cost 25 kWh per day for me to live to this standard next year, if the energy available is finite, which it is, and I expect to be living on 50 kWh per day next year, then one way of doing it is making 25 others live on 1 kWH less per day, another way is making 5 others live on 5 kWh less per day, but there is no way for all of us to live on 50 kWh per day next year and claim 100% “Growth”

KWh are however a physical thing, whereas a unit of fiat currency is not, it could be US$, or the number of imaginary friends I have, neither one is real, so both can be “grown” at an exponential rate if I so choose.

People who used to have 7 real friends, now have 145 facebook friends, you can go from 7 to any number you like at 10% growth per year.

7, 7.7, 8.47, 9.317, 10.24, etc after 50 years you have 821 friends, after 30 years your house is worth half a million bucks, and you are earning, 50k a year.

It’s still a fucking house, it’s still a fucking job, it is still a case of sticking your dick in crazy or sticking to wanking.

Like the list above, the bitch will tell anyone and everyone, no glove, no love, she will only have safe sex, the reality as we can see in a private list for her own consumption is somewhat different.

Jason, Albert, Sam and Beau will be offered another opportunity to stick their dick in that crazy, Jorge Sam and Random won’t, not unless money or advantage is offered. Either way, it is still fucking crazy, literally.

Exponential growth is equally fucking crazy, doesn’t matter if you are a Jason or Jorge in the economic sense, it is all fucking crazy.

The fuck list and scoring is fucking crazy, Jason is a 9 and Jorge is a 1, does that mean 9 fucks from Jorge = 1 from Jason, or is the list just a fucking crazy way of writing it as binary scoring, 1 = will fuck again, 0 = won’t fuck again, because they would all have to be 1, will fuck again, if I feel like it on the day, suddenly Jorge turns out to be a film producer’s personal trainer, 0 to 1, suddenly AfOR turns out to be wise to the game, 1 to 0, it is still all fucking crazy bitches that don’t like men, or sex, or me…

Like an economy that doesn’t like non-fiat currency, or genuine physical production, or me.

My job isn’t network field engineer, my job is getting customer’s signatures on job sheets signing off on the fact that I did exactly what I was told to do, no more, no less, and documented it up the fucking wazoo.

Grepping that fucking red pill turns me from being unemployable, and trust me boys and girls, anyone with my history and attitudes SHOULD be fucking unemployable in a failing economy, into a prized and favourite employee.

Go figure.

June 27, 2013

Silver cars

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:29 pm

So, I was giving a mate a lift, we’re moving down the road in traffic and this hot chick in a convertible starts nosing out of the Tesco forecourt into the traffic, doing that I’m a pretty bitch so men will let me out shit, so I didn’t let her out.

My mate says something about why didn’t I, I said I *never* let wimminz pull in to traffic, come to that, I never let silver cars, or any Volvo in either.

He asks me why, I tell him, because they (all Volvo’s, and all silver cars) are all driven by cunts, and wimminz are all cunts anyway.dogging it

He hum’s a bit, and asks me about the wimminz I fucked last week that booked to see me again this weekend, “which one?” I say, he is on about miss GG cup, I tell him, “well, she said she’d come over friday night for a fuck” with the emphasis on the word SAID, he asks me if I don’t believe her, I tell him, dude, I never believe anything a fucking wimminz says, and those times when what a wimminz says and what comes to pass coincide, that is what I call coincidence.

So I’m sat here at home about six hours later, miss GG cup, who has been texting every night since last weekend hot to trot, sends me a text, soz, she won’t be down, the sex was great but she is looking for something more permanent.. lol

Like I said, when what they say and what they do turn out to be the same thing, it’s like coincidence, nothing more.

Meanwhile there has been a lot of messaging back and forth about wimminz and violence, and a lot of self proclaimed red pill guys who JUST. DO. NOT. FUCKING. GET. IT. and this is prompted by a piece on the Spearhead about Texas executing a wimminz.

Look at this https://wimminz.wordpress.com/2011-04/wimminz-morality-or-lack-of/

One of the least discussed or mentioned or read or linked to pages on this blog, why, because it deals with some cold hard facts and a VERY significant statistical sample over 750 years.

Wimminz kill their own kids and poison everything else nearer their own body weight.

Guy’s obsessed with upper body strength just don’t seem able to accept that “violence” does not just mean being able to punch something as hard as George Foreman, doping your food and drink with poison is every fucking bit as violent…. accusing an innocent man of rape and watching him jailed is every bit as violent, starting a course of unilateral action enforced by the police and prisons that has a man thrown out of his fucking house, but he still has to pay for it, is every bit as violent.

When the mob walk into your business and say hey, nice restaurant, shame if something happened to it, and you pay them protection, it is classed as violence, but at least the fucking mob let you continue to live and work there…

When a wimminz kills an unborn child and calls it abortion or choice or some other shit, it is violence.

Go to fucking Africa, hey lion, hey motherfucker, that’s some mane, well, it is the fucking female lions that hunt and kill.

Fuck it, DON’T go to Africa, go to your nearest farm, ask farmer what’s more dangerous, the bull, or the fucking cows… he’ll tell you, cow’s every time, you can always tell when the bull is pissed, and stay away.

Anyway, my mate rings up, so I tell him miss GG cup flaked for tomorrow, quelle fucking surprise, hey, it’s just past full moon and (atmospheric) high pressure, he starts laughing at me like a loon, tells me that’s the sort of shit his instructor used to come out with (my mate is EOD), yeah man, and low atmo pressure makes changes in your eyeball and throws your aim off if you’re a sniper…

My mate goes all quiet, hey, you there, I say to the phone, yeah, he says, you know, he says, I think I just got you.

Fill your boots I say, tell me all about me.

he says “You treat wimminz like IED/UXB/UXO’s

Fuckin’ A” I tell him… he goes silent for a minute, so I say to him “Got a question for YOU now

He says go ahead, I say, “This instructor of yours who used to say all this crazy shit

He says yeah?

I say, “Tell me this, how many fucking fingers does he have

He says all of em…

Fucking penny dropping yet?

Of course, if you see a wimminz driving a silver Volvo, the only safe option is for her to be disappearing in the rear view mirror.

June 26, 2013

Back in the day


When my dad was not much more than a boy, he had an apprenticeship at a local engineering place, of course, back in those days an apprenticeship was something you (or your parents) paid your employer for, and you got no wages the first two years…bda5_2

After a time, he got good enough to do his own work, and at that time there were a lot of Bedford lorries around, and of course a lot of them were ex war department stuff.

One of the jobs that needed doing with some regularity was setting up the back axle and diff, and as it turned out Dad was good at this, so good he got the time to do each one down to under an hour.

Of course, what happened then was every time one of these jobs came in, he got it, and he only managed to get off that mandatory assignment by progressively slowing down each job, until someone else was faster.

I have been posting more lately because basically the last two weeks I have been paid to sit on my ass at home waiting for a call, a couple of days ago I was bored enough to talk to a couple of the other guys, “You busy?”

Turns out they are both working their ass off, one on his 45th different site in a specific chain, interestingly if you draw a line from his home to the site he was at yesterday it is 200 road miles long, and around the middle of it, is where I sit typing this..

So why was he sent to do the job and not me, well, the answer is two fold;

  1. If this week the company has 3 x 40 engineer hours available in my area, and 60 engineer hours work, it makes no odds to them how that is split up, it is no cheaper to give each engineer 20 hours work, than to have one working full time, one working half time, and me sat at home.
  2. He was the Bedford back axle man for this particular job, having already done 44 of the bastards.

He is, in his own words, pissed off with the employment as a whole, I, in my own words, am as happy as a pig in shit, so far in June I have had a total of 13 jobs, and usually that is an allocated 2 hour time slot for each job, plus travelling time to or from site.

Next month should be busier for me, a lot busier, there are a few major projects coming down the line, but it still isn’t WORK, so I will be a happy bunny.

Work for me was when it was 34 degrees Celsius outside in the shade, and then you went down into an engine room all day with operating machinery and did hard physical and technical labour with the sweat oozing out of every pore. That was work.

Sometimes playing with main engines, some times playing with gen sets, some times playing with pumps, some times playing with human waste (shit piss and tampons) in clogged holding tanks.

Nowadays I’m paid to drive around and effectively play text based video games (there ain’t a lot of difference between “you are in a cave, there is an angry dwarf…” and cisco config stuff… ) for an hour or two, or move some routers / switches and patch cables, now and again I will swap a mainboard, psu or hard disk.

When I finish a job I’m not smeared from head to toe with an amalgam of lube oil, diesel, grinding disk compound, welding rod spatter, lithium grease and human shit.

Yesterday, cos guys are like that, I sent a text to a mate of mine trapped in a job he wants out of, but there are no real alternative jobs in the county and anyway his house won’t sell, the text said worked two hours last tuesday, and had an attachment of the pint of beer I was sitting drinking outside a pub.beer5… lrfh

He sent me a text back… “Bastard”

This is the same guy who was telling me a few weeks ago that my job would never do him, it just didn’t pay enough money, after I had explained it paid ENOUGH money in exchange for bugger all work and zero personal responsibility….

So after the beer I meet some old skank, take her back to mine, dump two loads of cum into her and then she is off, back to her latest boyfriend… it’s an open relationshit… apparently…

I crawl into bed and sleep the sleep of the innocent, wake up this mo’nin, hullo clouds, hullo sky, hullo coffee, it’s a hard fucking life, but someone has to do it… lrfh.

Back in the day, when I was working in ambient 40+, smeared in shit and grease, I was trying to achieve something, I was trying to be the best and what I did, I was trying to earn respect, I was trying to earn money, I was trying to “make” something of myself.

No young boy actually wanted a Lamborghini countach, you wanted a lambo to impress and pull GIRLS… that was the fucking truth… sure, it was dressed up as one-upmanship over other guys, but again, that was just to get the girls…

I spent a lot of my life either directly or indirectly trying to get a woman, or keep a woman, cos, again, it was just one of those things you did, everyone knew that… course, I never really called it that, I called it trying to earn money, trying to be ace at my trade, trying to make something of myself.

My now departed dad, well, NOW I realise there where a whole lot of things he didn’t tell me, why should he, I would either work it out for myself, or I wouldn’t, and there was no other way to that knowledge than working it out for myself.

With 20/20 hindsight, he dropped a LOT of hints, and said a lot of things that just sounded like off the cuff remarks to a blue pill me, funny as fuck.

Even funnier now, now I get the joke, and I was the joke.

Same sort of off the wall shit I am saying to my mate who I sent the beer pic to, which he don’t really get, yet, one day he will.

My mate, like the guy on his 45th install, ain’t happy in his job, which is crazy, because they both have great fucking jobs that they could do in their sleep, but unfortunately they give a shit, and are trying to get ahead, and MAKE SOMETHING OF THEMSELVES.

Thing is, you can’t make something out of yourself when a big part of what you call yourself isn’t you, but just a load of shit you’ve picked up along the way.

When I was 20 I read a quote, it said; “Death is not the end of life, character is the end of life.

Like a lot of the off the wall stuff my dad used to say to me, it made me laugh and I thought it funny enough to remember and quote again, but, I didn’t fucking GET it.

Character is, of course, me + all that shit that goes to make up “trying to make something of myself”

Take away all that shit that goes to make up “trying to make something of myself” and what is left is ME, and suddenly life is no longer over.

You know, I don’t even regret the 50 years of my life that have gone by, before I started to really get all this shit, because the fact is that much time and experience pretty much HAD to go by, before I could get this shit…. you can’t make a 40 year old VSOP Cognac in less than 40 years.

Take at look at this sad cunt http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2347887/Money-doesnt-buy-happiness-says-Bernie-Ecclestone.html

The guy is worth 3 billion Pounds, and says ‘I am not sure what happiness is’

Well Bernie, I am worth about 3 thousand Pounds, and I dunno what love is, but I am happy.

But then look what Bernie did with his life, worked like a cunt trying to “make something of himself”, got married (and divorced) three fucking times, had two daughters who are loyal to their mum, not to him… see a pattern here..?

Of COURSE the cunt is miserable…

He should have quit when he was 50, in 1980 when he was only worth a few hundred million, and retired to a tropical island and spent the rest of his days wandering around bollock naked trying to perfect coconut wine.

As my quote above specified, Bernie died fucking decades ago, so did everyone else you can shake a stick at.

My employer doesn’t get it, all they can think of is fucking “career advancement” CCNA > CCDA > CCNP CCIP CCDP CCVP, cos you will earn lot’s more munnay.

Dude, I am in my fucking fifties, I already have all the qualifications I want, if I was CCn/i/d/vP I’d be expected to work my fucking ass off, pressure, responsibility, yadda yadda yadda, what the fuck.

Back in the day, when you retired from a company after many years of service, they gave you a fucking gold watch, which was symbolic of the fucking company giving YOU back YOUR time, to do with as you wish (remember, public timekeeping was used so workers could get to work on time).. well thanks for fucking nothing.

Back in the day, I had CHARACTER, now, I have ME.

Linsey Attridge picked a photo from Facebook to back up rape ordeal lies

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 8:20 am

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2348532/The-woman-accused-stranger-Facebook-rape–ruined-victims-life.html

June 25, 2013

small print


there is a story doing the rounds in the MSM about some 28 y.o. skank ho single mommy who sold all her crap on fleabay to raise a £5k deposit for a new home for her and mini skank womb-turd.

This was something she wanted to do, because renting was costing her £900 and month and her mortgage would be half that…. eg i.r.o. £450 pcm

This “story” has much in common with how most people view contracts, such as credit card contracts, loan contracts, overdraft contracts and mortgage contracts, all the really important information has been simply ignored.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out that;

  • anything with 2 or more bedrooms available on a 5k deposit is going to be a new build estate
  • anything on a new build estate is going to be a shoe box with every corner possible cut
  • anything with a 5k deposit and 450 pcm repayment is interest only, variable rate.

What nobody seems aware of, and I am completely fucked to understand how this can be so, is that every single type of borrowed money the guy or gal in the street can get access to, secured or unsecured, mortgage / loan / overdraft / plastic, all, without exception, have two clauses in common.

  1. The “person” you borrowed the money from can, at any time, whether you like it or not, sell your debt to someone else, at which point whatever contractual agreements you had with that person end.
  2. The “person” you borrowed the money from, can, IN PRACTICE, basically turn around at any point, even if you are making all your payments, and say pay me back in full, now…

So the bimbo above pays 5k deposit and 95k loan for a pokey 2 bedroom flat somewhere you couldn’t swing a cat in, and 450 a month interest only at a few % APR, never repaying the capital.

Here is what can do wrong;

  1. The instant she signs, she owes the FULL amount of capital + interest + fees, no negotiation, no link to anything, least of all current market value of the dump.
  2. The instant she signs, the “person” she borrowed the money from can sell the debt to another “person”, who is not bound by any such agreement… not that the agreement is worth much from her POV
  3. The instant she signs, BY FUCKING DEFINITION, with capital price PLUS interest, she is in negative equity.
  4. Sure, her RENT now is 900 a month, but her LIABILITY is zero, sure, her OUTGOINGS will drop from 900 to 450, initially at least, but her LIABILITY went instantly from ZERO to EEK, where EEK is more than she can repay.
  5. Interest rates, even if she stays with the same lender, can change RAPIDLY, not merely by a percentage point or two, they can and have in the recent past in my lifetime gone up 20% in a single year, so suddenly even an interest only mortgage where you were paying 450 a month at 5%, if it goes up to 25% you are paying 2,250 a month, interest only…
  6. Market value can plummet, even apart from the fact the bitch is in negative equity the instant she signs (and this is the very DEFINITION of a loan, unless of course the loan is at 5% to buy something that is only half market value, and good luck with that…) she could in theory get some other asshole to buy at a similar price, as long as the market value doesn’t tank, if it does, which it will, especially when interest rates go up, then there is no minimum value that your property can go down to, and at that point you can NEVER SELL…
  7. The UK is not the USA (and the USA won’t be the USA for long), you can’t simply walk away from a house and throw the keys at the lender and say there is your secured asset back.
  8. The current holder of her debt, which may not be the same “person” she signed up with, yes boys and girls, “The Prosperous and Friendly Mortgage Company” is not the same legal entity as “The Prosperous and Friendly Mortgage and Savings Company“, even though both may use the same address and have the same directors etc, may just decide to demand full re-payment now, or within 30 days, which is the same thing, and if you can’t pay vacant possession, eviction, property sold at auction for £10 and by the way bitch, you STILL OWE US THE FUCKING MONEY.
  9. Currently, such debt is a CIVIL LAW matter and not a CRIMINAL LAW matter, which means you don’t get jailed for not paying it, currently, that may change boys and girls, the golden rule, those who you owe the gold to make the rules, but everything else is fair game, like any assets you have (car, savings accounts, inheritance, annuity) and any income you have can get imputed at source.

If this is sounding a bit like the divorced dead beat dad who no longer has cupcake or the rugrats or the house or car, but still has to pay for them, well what you just got was a penny dropping, it is just the sound didn’t reach you, do you don’t recognise it as a penny dropping…. yet…

And like the script of some bad B movie where some jerk-off does a deal with the devil, and then one day the devil comes a collecting, and the jerk-off wails and pleads, and the devil shows the jerk-off their own fucking signature….

Which makes it all nice and legal.

For example;

No SANE human being would take and therefore be bound by the oath of allegiance for joining the military, or the cops, not for less than a squillion bucks, up front, because if you actually fucking read it, it boils down to “YOU ARE PROPERTY, GAME OVER.”, that’s what it actually SAYS, but assholes are all yeah I know it says that but they don’t really mean that because that is only for emergencies and it won’t ever actually apply to me.. the recruiter said so….(but not in writing)

Social security numbers and passport numbers and citizen numbers and bank numbers, they all serve only one purpose, identity, because a contact can only be made with someone with an identity.

But an individual personal identity, and a business/corporate/state identity, are two different things, when these two types of identity enter into ANY kind of legal contract, the individual already got screwed… and brother, legally, EVERYTHING you put your fucking name to, OR DO IN YOUR FUCKING NAME, is a legal contract.

it’s all there, in the small print.

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