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June 24, 2013

now and again, in the city of tiny lights

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:06 am

You can run into a wimminz who is not *quite* as outlandish as most, with whom you can have some semblance of a normal conversation for a few hours.

And it can be interesting, when you start to compares notes, such as recent things I have written about re the changes in PoF / swingers sites / the dating scene in general, because they see much of the same thing.

What is interesting in a way is that you get into a philosophical chicken and egg thing about how people actually live vs the way they think… so this chick, like me;

  • chooses to rent and not buy, cos you can move quick and won’t be trapped in negative equity when the housing bubble pops
  • lives alone, no kids and shit to support
  • doesn’t have a bathroom and bedroom littered with beauty and make up products and potions and lotions
  • works a Monday to Friday 9 to 5 job and pays her own rent / fuel / vehicle / etc bills

as opposed to most wimminz, who;

  • live in a house with a mortgage that they kept after splitting with the ex, or live in a rent subsidised state owned council house.
  • have kids at home
  • have bedrooms and bathrooms that contain 30% of the entire product range hair/beauty products
  • if they work at all it will be less than 16 hours a week to quality for working tax credits, or they have a mcjob feminist job somewhere rather than a private employer.

The top group is far far far rarer, but far closer to the reality of life as lived by most men, and as a result, has attitudes that are far closer to those held by most men, which is interesting because it just goes to show how much creating entitled pwincesses encourages entitlement pwincess attitudes…

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Recently over at the spearhead Bill has donned his apron again because some wimminz politician has started to wibble about including wimminz in the (armed forces) draft.

Quite apart from the amusing travesty of a nation that was founded specifically to have a civil militia, but in which standing armies were illegal, going on touting itself as the land of the free, and remaining one of the few countries on the planet in the 21st century that requires (male) citizens to *register* for service in the military, Bill starts wibbling about how this will weaken the military, and other posters start talking about how a 12 year old boy can overpower a 25 year old wimminz.

See that bit above about actual lifestyle shaping attitudes.

You won’t find no korea/nam vets, either US army or British or French forces, who will be dismissive of 12 year old girls, much less 25 year old wimminz, when it comes to their ability or willingness to fuck you up, and upper body strength never gets time to enter the equation.

It used to be if you could pull 7lbs with your index finger you were as capable of dealing death and mayhem as a steroid pumped no neck grunt who could bench press a couple of ammo cases all day long, nowadays all you have to do is toggle a joystick and click a microswitch.

The blonde whore who fucked up (Jessica Lynch) last time rather infamously only did so because she was the minority entitlement pwincess surrounded by big strong men, Abu Ghraib (Lyyndie England) will tell you all you need to know about how these same wimminz can behave, given half a chance.

When the military goes into places it has no fucking business going, which is basically every conflict and non war the US has been involved in, ever, then again it ain’t big strong grunts making this policy, they is just cannon fodder for the wimminz and niggerz politicians back home making “policy”

Take away the superiority and exclusivity of big strong men on the battlefield doesn’t somehow make war less honourable or more bloody or worse or any other shit, what it does do is completely fuck up the side that thinks big strong men are the biz, or did the nam “whores” who razored up, bombed, or fed bamboo shoots to the yanks not count as “combatants” because they didn’t have a dog tag and khakis?

Bill is also, for some strange reason, assuming that this draft legislation is aimed at getting these wimminz in to the trenches on the front lines along with the rest of the cannon fodder.

Cue all the usual disguised white knight bullshit about how will a wimminz carry the 120 lbs of ammo you need up to your position yadda yadda yadda.

The bitches will do quite well in an all or mainly female platoon deployed on US soil against US citizens in a “peacekeeping” role, with material support right up to the firezone on metalled roads by 6×6 and track laying vehicles.

Whether you shoot them up, or get shot up by them, all anyone will know or hear about is what an evil fucker you were, and it will double down, win win, more wimminz get into that shit.

Bill, like many other yanks, still stupidly assume that the powers that be want to preserve the good ole yew ess of aih, and not break that bitch down for profit and reorganisation, you know, like the good ole yew ess ess of arr.

Bill, like 99.9% of wimminz and all niggerz, ain’t living the way men actually live, see above, so he is as delusional as any entitlement pwincess, both about the role of wimminz in the military, and the future of the USA.

The yanks you yanks SHOULD be listening to are the ones saying shit like “As I sit here in Ecuador/wherever typing this blog post….”

 

June 21, 2013

DILLIGAF

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:37 pm

Many moons ago there were a bunch of bikers who went by the handle DILLIGAF & LAGNAF, most people worked out Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck, not so many worked out Let’s All Get Naked And Fuck.

There are hundreds of thousands of citizens on the streets of Brazil protesting, and all anyone can say is it started with a protest about a 10 cent rise in bus fares due to a tax hike, and because the state gave in to that, the protesters were just encouraged by it.

The American war of independence also started with a protest about a rather small tax hike of a few cents, if you want to look at things that way, and if you do look at things that way, you won’t be prepared for much of what did happen, least of all the Constitution.

“The last straw that broke the camel’s back” is an old saying.

It is true, and always has been, that there are some children who are sexually abused, some women & men who are raped, some employees who are unfairly dismissed, and so on, but it is also true that despite vast swathes of new laws and rulings, nothing has changed for these poor unfortunates, instead those who have not genuinely suffered to any degree are rewarded, and those who have not offended to any degree are punished.

Today a teacher who ran away with a pupil, at the child’s DEMAND, because she threatened to kill herself if she did not, and both of whom claim to still be deeply in love, indeed, the child’s testimony was nothing but “*I* made all the running, *not* the teacher” and yet he is today jailed for 5.5 years, while genuine institutionalised sexual abuse of children continues in this country, somehow never quite getting as far as files being passed to the Crown Prosecution Service, no matter how many come forward, no matter how many separate investigations there are, no matter how obvious the truth.

Wimminz I know, and niggerz, have a genuine struggle to believe that I am serious when I tell them that if I see a wimminz being brutally raped, or a child come to that, I will simply walk on past and make like the three monkeys, neither seeing, hearing or saying anything.

Yet, this is exactly what I would do, for this is what I have been taught by society to do as a survival tactic.

Back along, I was in a peter (slang for jail cell) with another inmate, one day we got to discussing Social Security, I was obviously smart and educated, so he asked me if I thought I knew what it was.

I told him, and he said, no, you are wrong.

Social Security is not security for the individual, it is security for society from the individual.

With social security, no-one has an excuse to steal to eat etc. This protects those with food to steal, and allows for punishment of those who do steal, because they did not have to in order to eat.

As I get older I find myself agreeing more and more with his assessment, but he missed the trigger.

The trigger is men like me, who have stood accused of all sorts of vile and disgusting things in secret family court, when the fact is that if only 10% of them were true there would have been no court hearing, no witnesses, no testimony.

DILLIGAF is true for me, and should say 1,000 other DILLIGAF men in this country suddenly find themselves having a reason to GAF, we could take the state down to anarchy in a week.

This is what all the prism and crap is really all about, the state is scared shit-less of those who shit red pills for breakfast, but like all the new rules that do not protect those they were allegedly intended to, like all the last straw tax hikes, like all the other changes being made to the social contract between citizens and the state, they all appear to be totally incapable of doing anything to address the root problem, and only capable of making things worse with ever higher levels of collateral damage.

Every revolution in human history has one thing in common, one constant, and that is when the people stop giving a fuck what the state thinks of them or says about them, or offers them, or threatens them with.

So today this skank ho on a sex site starts talking to me, so I tell her, send me a pic of your cunt babe, cos I can tell from the face she ain’t no Twiggy, so she send me a bunch of pics, some of them are presumably of her cunt, all I can see is a fold in fat stubbly flesh, it could be a belly crease, it could be anything, a couple of other pics are of syringe needles through her nipples, she has large and saggy mis-shapen tits, but they look like some crazed sci-fi doctor grafted them on to her obese torso from a completely different body, she likes it kinky and submissive, and her husband and father of her disabled child can’t give her that, so she has his permission to fuck random guys while he is a work and the disabled kid is in special needs school.

I like sex and fucking as much as the next guy, but this is to sex as Tracy Emin is to Constable or Van Gogh or Miro in the art world, but never mind, she has intuition apparently, and she can tell that I am not the guy for her, probably because of the lack of responses from me saying how sexy she looked.

I fail to understand why bestiality and paedophilia and necrophilia are all illegal, when it is legal for creatures like this to fuck, and breed, and think of themselves as sexy, and of course I fully understand the moral and ethical problems with, for example, the whole concept of fucking pre-pubescent children, but it is sort of irrelevant in the same way that knowing which of the Caribbean islands is the best tax haven for a billionaire is irrelevant, I have as much sexual interest in fucking a pre-pubescent child as I do in fucking a grown man’s hairy asshole.

On one level I can accept and grant that some people on this planet can look at a guy’s hairy asshole, or a small naked child, and find it sexually arousing, but me, I just don’t *get* it, it’s like jazz…

But at least both of those are human, and some of these wimminz, even excepting their nature and mentality and focusing solely on the flesh, are no more human than some of the more freaky melted flesh monsters dreamt up by film FX directors, it is mystery meat, and I again can accept that a tissue sample and DNA test will identify it as human, but then again, those same tests will identify a massive pustulating tumour as human flesh…

For me at least I feel that any process that could be applied to me that would enable me to get a hard on for such *creatures* would be akin to a journey down a long road, and of necessity I would first have to pass through those places where a guy’s hairy asshole got me hard, and then a naked pre-pubescent child got me hard.

And I say this very contentious, but true, thing for one reason and one reason only, there are male creatures out there that do fuck these things, that chase them, that go back for more…

HG Wells reckoned it would take until the 800th millenium for humans to split, or in Darwinian terms, to evolve into two species… and yet it is a truism that those living through great change never see it, too close to the wood to see the trees, and it is only much later that other can look back and state that this was a period of change.

For a long time it was assumed that the process of evolution was a steady and gradual process, like sand running through an hourglass, but, as our understanding and data increased, we found instead that what actually happens is Nature provides relatively long periods of stability, and very short islands of time when things change dramatically in a matter of a few generations, maybe 20 at most.

I contend however that we are indeed in such a period of change now.

I contend that the last 300 years of human technology has triggered this change, by the simple fact that ever greater proportions of human who would in the past not have survived long enough to breed, and now alive and breeding.

Even in this world of essentially free processed food and shelter available on demand 24/7, there is a significant proportion of the population who STILL could not survive alone, they require regular medications, or mobility scooters to tote their lardy mystery meat asses around, or that others may be crippled so that they can “compete”.

We are not living or Orwell’s 1984, or Animal Farm, or Solyent Green, or Gattaca, or any other such dystopian future.

I contend instead that we are living on the Island of Dr Moreau.

DILLIGAF? About mine own species, perhaps…..

June 20, 2013

Decoupling

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:24 pm

When I was growing up there was a certain mentality, it was not pervasive by any means, but it was all around.

This mentality held that there was a connection and commonality between sex and a relationship, they sort of went hand in hand, and if you wanted one you had to have the other as a sort of package deal.

So you had stuff like going steady with a single girlfriend, it wasn’t the marriage the older generation wanted, and if you lived together it was living in sin, but it was still a commitment thing.

If pump and dump one night stands existed, they were very rare one off things, not a lifestyle choice or indeed option. Sure, there was prostitution, but there were only so many whores, and it was a thing men only did when they were away from their home turf.

Sex, you see, was pretty much not available on it’s own, to use the box of chocolates analogy, you had to buy the whole fucking box, including the crap you didn’t like like almond whirls, praline crunch, nougat truffle, to get the mint, strawberry and orange ones you did like.

To use another, perhaps better, analogy, it was like a personal vehicle, that thing that all youth aspired to, their own car or motorsickle.

You could get one, but only if you took lessons, passed the tests, paid the insurance, kept it roadworthy, and obeyed all the laws of the road.

Some tearaway yoofs like me, full of piss and vinegar, immortal and thinking we knew better than anyone else, well, fuck it, build or buy the vehicle, buy the gasoline, as for the rest, that’s for straights… if you are gonna ignore all the speed limits and shit what’s the point wasting time and money on crap like driving lessons and tests and licences and insurance.. right…

Back in those days, the computer was a rare object, everything was done on paper, so there was a lot of slack in the system for people like me/us, we “got away” with shit for years that nowadays would be flagged up in 3 seconds flat by a numberplate recognition system tied into a central database of insured and roadworthy vehicles… even so, some of that shit made it in to the modern records and is still following me around to this day.

The thing was, once you had decoupled personal vehicle ownership from the responsibility to the rest of society that went with it, there was no way back for the individuals concerned… once you have been nailed for no licence / insurance / road-worthiness cert etc, it became so expensive and time consuming to try to go legal, that you simply could not afford it.

Nor would you be able to for many years, at least five.

So a 17 year old asswipe has the option of holding a bus ticket in his hand, (or walking, or using a push-bike for shorter journeys) for five years, or continuing to break the law, and in some areas of the country, such as where I was with literally two buses per week, that also meant no work, which meant no money.

Y’all also have to remember that at these times (and they are a’comin’ back real soon now) if you wanted to buy a bike on HP (hire purchase), the APR was running around 32%.

Even so, once you had fucked up once, you could buy a brand new MHR Ducati 900 desmo for the same money it would cost to insure that old AJS 350 you’d been blatting around on.

So we get into the scene where “capable of evading high speed pursuit” was a pre-requisite, and you routinely had motorcycle cops making comments to you like, “typical biker, the brakes, tyres, and steering are all excellent, but there ain’t another legal thing about you or the bike“…

And so, once fully decoupled from the system, there was no way back in to it, and escalation was the only game in town, and the next thing you know, guys who were, and I shit you not, kicked out of a certain very well known patch motorcycle club for being too wild and out of control, and who then fuck off to start their own truly outlaw club (truly outlaw = nothing was legal, no title, no licence, no roadworthiness certs, no ID, no obeying traffic laws, no nothing) start nodding to you and inviting you to hang out.

Then one day you wake up in the slammer, and the screws remember you from the last visit, and your life stretches out before you, and in my case I was literally out of the country 3 hours after I was released, and did not come back until I had managed to re-invent myself, starting with a clean slate in another country.

I was able to return several years later, not with a clean slate, but with a clean slate for the past several years, and that counted for something…

It was telling that everyone I know who has been banned from driving for being over the limit says the same damn thing, not the fines, not the ban, not the stigma, no the hassle, which is what the campaigns always talked about, but it was the £10k it cost them in lost earnings that struck home, which none of the campaigns talked about.

Sure, *I* was responsible for decoupling myself from the system, but once I had taken that one step, there was no realistic way back… once you make an omelette you can’t get back to a raw egg.Chewable_Smurf_Vitamins_Ad

And so it is with the decoupling of sex and relationshit / commitment.

Unlike the motoring stuff, I did not grow up to breed more motorsickle outlaws on some motorsickle outlaw reservation outside of society and law, yet somehow also within it.

If I had, I dread to think what the little fuckers would be like…

And yet, that is exactly where we are in society with sex.

Sex has been decoupled from relationshit / commitment, as I type this I am getting messages on a fucking site from a 38 year old skank ho single mommy of 3 who wants to be my bitch, for a little while at least, on a purely sexual basis, after 9pm when the eldest is in bed…

Ordinary table salt is NaCl, Sodium and Chlorine, a benign and necessary to support life substance that once split apart becomes two toxic substances, and just mixing them doesn’t make salt again.

Skank ho single mom can’t be mixed with some guy to make the magical nuclear family that is the cornerstone of society… any more than outlaw biker me could be mixed with some uniform Babylon** (**cops) to form a responsible citizen who has seen the light.

If you actually want to address the problem, you have to do two things;

  1. provide a way back once decoupled, and then do whatever it takes to make that happen.
  2. provide a purgatory or cooling off period between being coupled and decoupled, where all parties can really thing about where they actually wanna take that one way leap into the dark.

It’s the old adage, it is easier to break something that repair it, less time effort energy everything.

If nobody works on repairing and maintenance, soon there is nothing left to break.

A quote in the MSM recently said “But we didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen…”

Well, I certainly played with matches, but I did not pour gasoline on the flames and then try to bill me for the gas and the cleanup.

In fact in the world of sex as opposed to the world of vehicles, the “legal motorist” is the one being punished, while the outlaws are getting the free ride.

But again, nobody is providing a way back, and nobody is providing a purgatory.

Cupcake calls 999/911 and makes accusations, the blue touchpaper has been lit, no way back, no cooling off period.

Buying a fucking 4.99 phone charger from Amazon comes with more legal protection and cooling off time than making a false allegation of rape against a man.

Sex *can* be re coupled with commitment and relationshits, but it’s a LOT harder and a LOT more expensive than breaking it was, plus, providing a way back for those already decoupled, such as me, is even harder still.

But these are “can”‘s of the sort that an engineer can deal with, we *can* fix the problem, but you have to be prepared to pay the FULL cost.

As a society, we can not financially pay the full cost, the cost would already *far* exceed all the debt we already have, and we cannot pay that, so it is a bit like a plane that almost flies or a boat that almost floats, all we can do is re-arrange the deckchairs on the Titanic.

Trying to “fix” the problem at this stage is rather like trying to impose 1970’s personal vehicle ownership standard and rules in Mogadishu today, you have to fix a million and one other things before you can even begin to start…

IN another forum a poster who goes by the handle of TFH has long said that feminazism is not going to hit the end of the road until 2020 AD, at least, so let’s call it 2030 to be safe.

Once that happens, we can get back to re-coupling, at whatever cost to what passes for society and state then, give it another 20 years for the first children born into that to grow into adults who have known nothing else, so we are looking at 2050 AD as the earliest possible date where things will get back to where they should be, we are talking about MY FUCKING GRAND-CHILDREN, even though my abducted and absent boys are still in short trousers, THEY will never see it until they are older than me, and it will be too late for them, but their kids may see it.

So, EVERY SINGLE CUNT READING THIS, you are in the place I was when I woke up in the slammer one day and had a reality check, you have two options.

  1. stay where you are, stay who you are, and get doubled down on from uniform Babylon on down.
  2. go far enough away so you can get some breathing space and re-invent yourself.

It is adapt, or die.

Fucking off to Bangkok and trying to preserve any part of who you are now is a waste of time and effort, you may as well stay exactly where you are, you have to metamorphose into something completely different.

You have to go as a blue pill motherfucker Smurf.smurf-control

You have to kill that fucker stone dead and emerge from the chrysalis as a red pill lone wolf tin man motherfucker with a hole where his heart used to be.

It’s not romantic, it’s not laudable, it’s not manly, it’s not heroic, it’s not worthy, it is not anything more or less than survival.

If you have ideas of Beau Geste, or how other’s will look up to you or respect you, or any other bullshit, fuhgeddabahtit

This isn’t about going off on some initiation ceremony / rite of passage where you come back new and improved and a MAN, who gets the girl etc.

This is about moving to the jungle and undergoing genetic manipulation until you become a flesh eating reptile like a salt water croc.

The new croc you ain’t gonna want ANYTHING you had in your old life, it is no use to him.

He’s just waiting for the corpses to float downstream from the cities.

 

June 19, 2013

Max Headroom

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:35 pm

I just endured the “rebooted” supermangina, man of pointdexter, movee…

What fucking crap, superjerk did more collateral damage than the evil guy with the nerdy beard, and again, like star wars with spacecraft performing aerobatic maneouvers in a hard vacuum, little shit like the laws of physics are simply ignored, same as that asgard pap and everything else, it may as well be fucking disney and mickey and snow white, because none of it is fit for consumption by anyone except wimminz and niggerz.

e.g. those able to habitually suspend belief in the laws of physics etc.. a.k.a. reality.

Now, the original Star Trek couldn’t afford the scenery and props to make shuttles, which were what the script called for, so the transporter and “Beam me up Scotty” was born.

We don’t *know* that the laws of physics make a transporter impossible, so we are left with the not so philosophical question as to whether the transported person was the original, or a copy.

We do however *know* for a fucking fact that no matter how strong I am, even if I have the strength to pick up a truck that weighs 100x what I do and attempt to throw it, I will move 100x as far as the truck, nor can I hold a skinny 50 kg girl at arms length without toppling over, and not looking so super.

I’m old enough to see the trend, as we learn more and more science, we pay less and less heed of it in our entertainment, it’s scary when 1950’s buck rogers with obvious models with obvious wires holding them up is closer to scientific fact than 21st century CGI, when they could literally do anything.

Fuck, fire up any 1st person shooter and even in god mode it is more realistic than anything to come out of hollywood.

And so I will watch something new, with an open mind, and it is exactly like meeting a new wimminz that some smurf blue pill jerk has absolutely promised me is a NAWALT, and before the first 10 minutes have run sure enough, something comes along to utterly destroy any suspension of disbelief that I was nurturing, and we are smacked in the face with reality, which in this case is something completely and utterly non-credible to anyone with a functioning brain.

I have had this discussion MANY a time, and we have never come up with a single movie that could not be made while adhering to the laws of physics, and far from making them worse films, it would make them better.

Alien was a good example, as was Alien2, did it follow the laws of physics because it was a good film, or was it a good film because it followed the laws of physics…

Is superjerk a bad film because it doesn’t follow the laws of physics, or did superjerk ignore the laws of physics because it was a bad film.

Is the smurf’s alleged NAWALT wimminz an AWALT because she ignored reality, or did she ignore reality because she is AWALT?

Here is just under an hour of 1985 work, and it is better than everything hollywood has put out so far in 2013.

Max Headroom – 20 minutes into the future.

If you ain’t seen it before, watch it now, if you have, watch it again with 2013 eyes, and ask yourself, was it dated or prescient?

PoF the magic dragon

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:05 am

As others have commented elsewhere, PoF (Plenty of Fish) is disappearing up it’s own asshole (prace bets now on a wimminz being involved) which started a while ago with the “men cannot message wimminz more than 7 years younger or less than 70 pounds heavier than themselves” (sic) and other nickel and dime changes.

To be fair, PoF is free, so you get what you pay for, and in the last week all three of my main email addresses have been shit-listed, which means I can go through the sign-up process, get a welcome email, be unable to login, ask for a password reminder and be told my email address is unknown to the system.

To be fair, this is no loss, I have had precisely zero gash from PoF in 2013 to date, not even a fucking nibble since October last year, mainly because PoF consists entirely of the same old revolving door wimminz coming back, and the remainder of new faces are all unfuckably ugly / fat / Cluster B, mainly all three.puff sex

I’m pretty damn sure that the only men left on PoF are all red pill mofo’s like me, and the wimminz know it, so Markus’s latest changes are an attempt to address the fact that PoF is no longer working for da wimminz… good luck with that…

Which is why I am seeing an upsurge of wimminz on fucking / swinging sites using said sites to look for a fucking steady relationshit, it is surreal and bizarro… Flo the ho, with a list of interests that include bukkake and gangbangs and a list of verifications that run 1st June, 4th June, 5th June, 5th June, 6th June, etc, is on there looking for a fucking relationshit, cos, you know, fucking sites are also full of men who’se lives are all empty without a village bike / cumbucket in it…

You really could not make this shit up.

I’m also starting to get accused of being a money obsessed tightwad, by these wimminz (well, some fucker has to pump and dump them first on any given site..lol) as soon as the penny drops that “I will do ANYTHING you want in bed” doesn’t get them access to my wallet / declarations of affection and love from me… so, it ain’t me who is obsessed with money.. lol

Traditionally on the fucking sites there were two main classes of wimminz to watch out for.

  1. The fat cunts with no proper jobs who always ended up being moderators of forums and suchlike, feminazi central.
  2. The wimminz who were part of a couple, but she wanted extra cock so he had to smile and go along with it and make like it was what he always wanted.

Group 1 was always unfuckable in the extreme, but Group 2 was also iffy, because they would stalk their extra cock and not want to share their extra cock with other wimminz in group 2, because, you see, it was THEIR extra cock, just like hubby’s cock was THEIRS.

But now there is this new Group 3, the ones who USED to spend 20 hours a week on PoF and 1 hour a week on the fucking sites, who are now spending 20 hours a week on the fucking sites and 1 hour a week on PoF.

Proper cluster B jekyll/hyde types who will rant about the petrol they used those times they drove to you, but not mention the diesel you used every other time when you drove to them… the doubling down continues apace as the economic writing on the wall becomes plain for all to see.

It’s getting to the point where they are no longer looking for a man to fund their pwincess lifestyle, they are looking for a man who can afford live yoghurt for their cunt at a dollar a quart, fuck it, it looks like cum anyway……

I’m reminded of a Scottish girl I met many years ago who told me “I cannae een afford tampax“, instead she used to use pub toilets and stuff her panties with folded up bog roll.

Then of course there are the ones who have profile pics showing them holding a lit cigarette, or right behind there there is a bic and a pack of 20 and an ashtray on the table, but they will not meet smokers, same as all the ones who only do safe sex, with profile pics full of bare cocks in their mouths, and yet they are still happy enough to talk and meet and fuck me, with my profile being full of non negotiable you fucking are gonna do this shit if you are with me slut stuff, I’m going to dump my cum in all three of your holes, fist you, video you, etc etc

Clearly of course though I am a man of substance in their eyes, I don’t need the free condoms handed out by the clinic, I could afford to buy my own, but choose to spend that money on cattle prods H^H^H^ sex toys instead.

I should also mention the fourth group that is burgeoning in numbers, those who are also “escorts” on other websites, the offers of cash for sex are on the rise, no longer will the husband face a moral dilemma if some rich fuck offers him a million bucks to fuck his wife, fuck it, if the rich asshole wants to pay 999,950 bucks more than everyone else, that is his choice…

In the last week, I also met, in the flesh, a first for me,  which doesn’t often happen…  married man, who with his wife has a couple’s profile on a swinging site, he doesn’t “play”, he is the cuckold, and she does seriously kinky and filthy stuff, and she and her cocks make electronic recordings of this to humiliate the cuck hubby with, it is all such good fun.

So, this guy tells me, HIS part of this arrangement was only ever made verbally with his wife, whereas HER part is all recorded electronically and backed up, SMS messages, voice calls with her being fucked, video calls, and HD digital video.

I just nod at him… and?

I’m planning on divorcing the bitch, and NOT being taken to the fucking cleaners, he says, and smiles at me with a shit eating grin…

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave,

June 17, 2013

DNA evidence cleared him of any wrongdoing in 2008

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:54 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2343360/Ex-wife-sues-husband-compensation-24-years-spent-prison-crimes-HE-DIDNT-COMMIT.html

June 16, 2013

Fathers are treated as mere sperm donors

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 3:09 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2342575/Fathers-treated-mere-sperm-donors-Captain-Corellis-Mandolin-author-hits-family-courts.html

New page in AfORisms on the right

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 9:45 am

or for the lazy..

https://wimminz.wordpress.com/02-people-do-what-they-wanna-do/

June 15, 2013

Define “luck”

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:47 am

I have often said I was a lucky bastard, let’s take an example “I’m lucky I have a job I enjoy, that is easy, that pays me a decent wage”

At that point everyone who does not have those things can dismiss me, along with the lottery winner, as being “lucky“, and not relevant to their current problems with life.

Luck is the wrong word, so is karma, so are a lot of others, because “luck” in these terms is something you make, in the same way that a farmer “makes” crops year after year after year, and like all these things, it isn’t so much what labours the farmer DOES perform every day, so much as it is the things the farmer DOES NOT DO every day.

In the sense that you don’t have to bust your ass all day every day doing stuff to make crops grow, what you need to avoid is doing shit that makes it real hard for crops to grow… or doing shit that isn’t directly connected with enabling crops to grow.

In the sense that the guy who maintains their vehicle is not lucky to complete a 1,000 mile journey, and the guy who neglects and abuses his vehicle was not unlucky to break down half way.

So my “luck” has always been that I have resisted things that tried to get me to fight against the flow of life, or to get me to swim in any direction, upstream or down, when I can just bob long.

My “luck” has therefore always been that I have always been my own man, and I sort of drift, and I don’t really have any goals or aspirations in life.

When you swim against this flow, you build up negative karma, like bungee climbing, you are building up tension in the cord, and it doesn’t go away, it remains there, dormant, but when you adapt yourself to go with the flow, you maintain neutrality.

Then, because that is how life works, you bump into something good, and because you have been lazing around you are both relaxed enough and not imbued with negative karma enough to simply put a hand out and pull yourself up on to it.

Nobody talks about the literally 50 jobs a day I glanced idly at while bobbing along and waiting for this one to come along, nobody talk about how I was able to survive and bob along gently while doing that, and nobody talks about how I can simply roll off this particular log and back into the stream when the time comes.

I survived my psycho skank ho ex and her false rape / dv accusations because of this “luck”, yes, for a while there I was trapped in the undertow by the waterfall and things were not looking good, but I was “lucky”, I had not deliberately swum into that shit, and I did not use all my energy fruitlessly trying to swim out of that shit.

At this point, a lot of people will say “yeah dude, but you drifted INTO that shit, when you shoulda swum away”

To where? Life is all about being IN that fucking river, shit IS going to happen to you, and if you swim away from one hazard, you may well find yourself in another part of the stream, facing other hazards, maybe worse ones, one that will end you…. prematurely…

You can, I have found, attain ONE thing at a time in life, if you focus on it like a laser, and if it is a realistic goal, so if you really really really want a harley, you can get one, but while you are focusing on that, other things pass you by… like the classic 77 L88 vette…. or you could focus on the vette, etc etc

You can, I have found, give a fuck about things, until life makes it too costly to give a fuck about those things, and at this point you better walk away and not look in the rear view mirror with nostalgia.

You can, I have found, get through life with no great plan, and no future mapped out, and no expectations beyond the next 15 seconds or so.

See, I get a lot of younger readers messaging me and saying shit like they value my experience and insights and they wish they had access to it and so on… and yeah I must get around to doing some more AfORisms, but it’s like they are looking for a mind / experience / skills dump from an old africa hand about how to walk from Dar es Salaam to Luanda, and they are expecting and encyclopaedic multi terabyte dump that will make them some sort of super-survivalist, when the reality is just a bunch of little phases that could fit on one side of a sheet of A4, walk slowly, don’t linger near water, use your ears, etc etc, and of course, “why???” as in why do you want to do that.

“What!!” they cry, “That’s fucking it???!!”

Ayup, because 99.99% of it is don’t step on snakes, don’t be lunch, don’t break a leg, and only once you fulfil all those things are you actually able to walk, and you can’t just do this shit day after day, you have to live it as your lifestyle, and when you walk out of the bush at the other end of your journey some cunt will walk up and call you “lucky”, and you will smile sweetly and agree with them, you were lucky, and always have been, but then you always made your own luck, and didn’t tempt fate too much.

Life itself, don’t get worked up my the MSM, or politicians, or the military industrial complex, they are all just people playing a game, it is all a game to them, and they are foolish enough to think they themselves are influencing the game and making the rules, and you can’t influence it, but you can make your own luck by not being one of the pawns, no matter what illusory shiny is set out to tempt you.

I got THIS job by writing a CV that broke all the rules, one page of A4 with my picture and vital stats, a few lines about what I could do, and a closing paragraph that said the truth, which boiled down to you can rely on me and I will make your company look good.

That got me a face to face MEETING, not interview, with one man, Nota Bene, MAN, and more than this, a man who could do and had done the job I was after, and the face to face backed up the CV, and on paper I wasn’t qualified or able to do the job in question, but it was the walking across Africa thing, don’t be unreliable, don’t make the company look bad, if you can’t fix x, for fuck’s sake don’t start playing and make it worse (know your limitations) and right then and there I got the job.

I still have my self employed gig that kept me alive while casting an eye over those 50 vacancies a day, and not wasting my time even applying for them, and living the simple life.

I have a “money for old rope” job that I enjoy, I drive to and from sites and I “worked” maybe a total of 8 hours last week, but I got paid for 40 hours.

And cunts tell me I am “lucky” to have a job like that… and I smile sweetly, and agree with them. But I make my own luck.

Decision Tree… making your own luck is choosing the paths that have the most future options, and the most loopback pathways to where you started from.

Making your own luck is maintaining the ability to have those choices, NOTHING external to you in this life has any interest whatsoever in maintaining YOUR ability to have those choices, so if you don’t want that task, it don’t get done.

Picking up a gun and robbing a bank shrinks that decision tree down to nothing, rationalising and lying that you never had a choice don’t make it so, NOW you don’t, mofo, but you DID, before you picked up that gun.

Legal Marriage ditto.

Following the programming about how you are “supposed” to act and feel when cupcake and the state abduct your kids and call it “legal” ditto.

My “great experience” that all the younger guys wish they had, in reality, that’s it, all of it, up there in this one post.

Ride me baby, ride me’

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 8:44 am

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2341898/Ride-baby-ride–Shocking-remark-primary-school-dinner-lady-41-simulated-sex-boy-12.html

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