Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

June 13, 2013

Dirty Love


Well, I was reminded again today of one of the truisms of wimminz.

You can sell anything you want to a wimminz, just promise instant gratification in return for the money.

When it comes to something valuable, eg me, it is a different story, because a wimminz has to work for that by suppressing all her psycho skank ho hamster wheel hysteria, and as well all know, that’s about as likely as her getting fried snow.

So, a specific wimminz in question, who could have had me as a good buddy, but who couldn’t resist being a cunt, no longer has me in her life, and her solution, more beta cock of course.

The bit MOST guys don’t get is this, if she HAD me in her life, then she already HAS that, right, so no need to put any effort in to THAT SHIT, keep your eye on the shit you ain’t got and go chasing after that.

The MRM tends to call this “hypergamy”, it ain’t, sure you have all seen two small kids on the ground playing, one wants whatever toy the other has, and grabs it, other kids picks up another toy, first kid instantly loses all interest in the toy they just grabbed, and now want the next one.

It is, in short, fucking infantile.

But anyway, was chatting about this particular skank today to an old sometime acquaintance who was all sex and drugs and rock and roll back in the day, usually off his face on stage and off, and he was saying that of course back then he KNEW he was a fucking sex god, and one day years later he met one of the regular groupies, who informed him quite gently that he wasn’t all that in bed, and it dawned on him she was telling the truth, he thought he was, but that was the drugs, fucking on acid is quite the experience for the one tripping.. as I know well enough.

Which brought us to wimminz and their reality distortion field, where facts are ignore and feeewings become the truth, morning after regrets even though you were gagging for it the night before, that’s rape then innit.

Which troubles him somewhat, because of the current fad of historical sex crime allegations against faded celebs, if it’s the 70’s and you’re whacked on acid in bed, and some young chick walks in naked apart from the joint she is holding, you don’t ask yourself what’s next to the moon, or even if she is underage, and you certainly don’t want to be thinking about her, or any of the others, 40 fucking years later, shades of Mandy Smith and a certain rocker.

See, back then we had to DELIBERATELY imbibe mind altering chemicals in order to fuck up our perception of reality, and when the drugs wore off, reality kicked back in… whereas wimminz, it’s like they have a permanent IV drip of acid and ludes, and when you start to look at things in that light, much if not all female behaviour starts to make sense.

This morning my job took me to a supermarket, so there I am at the customer service desk with a trolley full of high tech kit, paging the site/store manager, and this old cunt who was before me getting a refund on a half empty 1 litre bottle of milk that had gone off…. I shit you not… just stands there looking at my trolley, which I have my hand on, as it contains about 25k worth of kit, and says “excuse me” in a tone of voice and with a look on her face that made what could have been a polite and civil request anything but polite or civil.

See, her problem was, my trolley was on her chosen direct line out of the store, of course she COULD have simply walked around the single palette of “on offer” shit, but no, that ain’t good enough for the crusty cunt, she wanted me to move the trolley so she could walk in a direct line, so I answered her, “yeah?” and she says “I want to get past“, to which I replied (and I am concious I am at work… albeit not in a uniform, just a shirt and tie) “I’m not stopping you” to which she says “I want to go THAT way“, to which I replied, point at the palette of crap “and you can’t walk around that?” to which she says “no

So I smiled at the crusty old cunt and said “That’s too bad, I guess you’ll have to stand there till I’m done then.” but I looked at her with that mugger’s whatyagotinyapursegranny look.

And teh two wimminz, both in their sixties, behind the customer service counter both smiled at me, not because I didn’t back down to the old cunt, but because they were in uniform and had to eat her shit and refund the price of a full litre of milk for a half empty bottle that prolly hadn’t been refrigerated but had nowt else wrong with it, but an entitled old cunt like that is gonna be trouble if she ain’t made haaaaapy, an impossible task anyway.

She wasn’t on drugs or anything, just an old cunt that thought she was entitled to special treatment anywhere she went, in exchange for merely existing.

The thing I fucked and dumped because of her attitude (e.g. a lack of respect for me) that has moved back on to the beta cock carousel, that was just a younger version of the old cunt in the supermarket, and frankly even with the literally anything I want sexually attitude, and daily gym visits to keep the body toned, it was getting past it’s sell by date.

This is I think why old wimminz like cats, no dog, except a rat lapdog, would put up with an owner with a shit attitude like that, not in silence anyway..lol

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listen to the lyrics, always was a fave song..

 

June 11, 2013

that’ll happen dude

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 11:07 pm

a swinging / sex site I use, a young couple, he 25 she 22, only joined one fucking day ago, status update from him, saying Imagine how I feel, only just joined up and the first person I talk to, turns out they know my girlfriend, bazillion exclamation marks…

know in the biblical sense.. yeah, that’ll happen dude, LRFH
you just spit that red pill out, dincha boy..

June 9, 2013

“my son’s cock” & sperm brothers


as subject, it’s not a conversation I can *ever* recall a man starting with me, ever, not even in passing reference, wimminz on the other hand, they all have some variation / combination of summer shorts / sitting down / towel slipping / whatever, to explain why they ended up looking at their teenage son’s cock… and it is a subject that most if not all wimminz with teenage sons have managed to inject into a conversation with me at some point.

wimminz will also of course have loud noisy kinky sex with you so their kids and neighbours can hear it, or rather, can not possibly not hear it.

quite why wimminz apparently feel no boundaries on their sexuality between themselves and their kids is something beyond the scope of my intellect, certainly beyond rocket science, or else, it is really very simple, wimminz will fuck anything if they can tell a convincing lie and deny it and get away with it.

So Layla who is 51 becomes Linda who is 41 on the dating/swinging site, and dude if she told you she would do “anything” in bed, you can bet your ass she said that to the absolute minimum 100+ guys before you, and you can bet your ass enough of those guys said “anything huh… okaaay” that anything becomes everything, she has done everything, including a lot of shit that probably would not occur to you or appeal to you, but, she has done it.

And Layla ain’t that fucking dumb either, she knows that skank ho Susie, who has finally realised all she can offer you is booty call, so offers it, is a real fucking dampener on Layla’s plans, and how much she can inflate the value of access to her cunt, and the pleasure of her com-pan-eee… so convincing you to cut yourself off from Susie becomes a real priority for Layla, and she’ll buy you your favourite beer, and say fuck all about habits of yours that boil her piss, because she is on the hunt… and you are on the menu.

Layla has the same opinion of me as many wimminz, I am too fucking “aggressive” and by aggressive what she actually means is Code Rainbow, this rude boy ain’t buying ANY of my bullshit, nor is he backing down at my usual tactics.

The only play she has left is to take her ball and exclude me from the game.

I just been banned for life from yet another forum on yet another sex site, the initial charge was that I breached the T&C, I challenged this, stating that I had not, in any way, broken the T&C, and if they could show that I had I would not only back down and apologise, I would send then a cheque for 100 notes to be given to the charity of their choice.

I got an answer, that I was way too aggressive for the forums, meaning I don’t back down when faced with wimminz bullshit, fair enough, their site, their rules, but even then they cannot be honest about this, “attitude” isn’t covered in the T&C, so the initial reason given was bullshit, no worries, I will keep my 100 notes.

You could sit there and say Layla was a dumb fuck, all that do anything in the bedroom was 60% of the trick, buying me my favourite beer and shit was another 30% of the trick, the remaining 10% was to not try to fucking manipulate me.

But the fact is Layla, and wimminz, don’t work like that, kinky sex isn’t something they do because they enjoy it, which is why I, as a man, do it.

Kinky sex is something they do because it is a way, usually, of achieving control and power and influence over a man, and that is what they enjoy.

Take away the idea that they can ever actually attain that power, or worse still, actually grant that power, and the kinky sex is removed, after all, it was never done for its own sake.

Take away the idea, as I did to Layla, and I am a nasty manipulative and aggressive man, and she is damn grateful she sussed me out before I sucker her in too deep, and she is as pissed as fuck that she wasted 3 months of her life on me, and that’s the 51 year old life, not the 41 year old profile life that is still ten years away from the menopause… lol

Grant that power and you are a pathetic loser of a man.

When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything gets treated like a nail and pounded flat.

When the only tool you have is a cunt…..

It’s a uniquely male trait to look at Layla and think “what a waste“, just as it is a uniquely male trait to look at an old but once great vehicle or piece of machinery and think “what a waste

But, unlike an old vehicle that has seen better days, Layla is the architect of her own fall, and if you were foolish enough to tamper, she would resist and fight you all the way.

This is why all other late forties onwards feminazi wimminz are so fucking bitter and man hating, they know two things for a fact;

  1. They themselves are 100% responsible for the situation they find themselves in.
  2. They have hit the wall and can no longer delude themselves that their own personal history is a story of steady decline and fall, under their own captaincy.

If you think under 40’s wimminz can be batshit crazy, you ain’t seen nothing, wait until they can see that wall coming in their nightmares, or worse still, after they have hit it… they are as good a definition of insanity as you are likely to find.

Einstein defined insanity as repeating the same actions over and over, hoping for a different outcome.

Older wimminz like Layla, they don’t just repeat the same actions, they fucking double down on the bet every time.

The 3 months she “wasted” on me ain’t more than a chunk of change out of a 41 year H^H^H^ 51 year life, subtract 14 for 37 sexually active years.

The 3 months she “wasted” on me is however a fucking huge bite out of any imagined sexually active years remaining, and Layla is one of these progressive/desperate bitches that goes to the fucking gym every day to try to keep in shape, and has potions and lotions to try to make her skin feel and smell like it did 30 years ago, and all the rest of the finery and drapery and shit.

There was a (white) south african thing about “sperm brothers”, two guys who had fucked the same skank, and only realised it later, over a beer.

Thanks to the internet and technology and sex sites, after a period of time you start to see something, something entirely expected, but nevertheless something deeply warming and pleasant to see.

You start to see that the sperm brothers come in groups, and generally speaking so do the skanks / cum buckets, and individuals tend not to stray out of these groups.

The feral feminazi skank ho’s are one group of cum buckets, and there is an associated group of sperm brothers, but the chances that any of these guys have been anywhere near Layla is slim indeed, for she is in the group of feral the-wall-is-approaching-but-I-only-have-an-accelerator-pedal group of cum buckets, and that has a separate but associated group of sperm brothers.

And then there is the roving “band of raiders” sperm brothers, of which I am one, and we look like a group to those outside, but we only come across one another when some wimminz gets a case of mistaken identity, or assumes we are a crew and drops one name to another, we nomads dip into the various groups of skank ho cumbuckets, like ghosts in the machine.

turn your speakers up and go fullscreen

Bitch it’s me

June 8, 2013

windjammer


At an earlier stage in my life I did quite a lot of sailing, some over it over appreciably large distances.

There is a fine line in sailing between a boat big enough to live aboard, and small enough to handle single handed, depending on who you are, how much money you have and where you sail this is probably going to be between 30 and 40 feet LOA.

If you are going to be living aboard it is going to be a heavy old barge, not a 3/4 tonner that skips along in a light breeze canted over, sailing on your ear.

Any displacement boat has a top speed that is a function of its waterline, for a 30 foot LOA hull you could have an LWL of 27 feet, for a 40 foot LOA hull you could have a LWL of 37 feet. This is called hull speed. The longer the LWL the faster the displacement hull can go.

For a 40 footer you’re looking at 9 knots.
For a 30 footer you’re looking at 6 to 7 knots.

This is maximum, ideal conditions, millpond calm.

This isn’t just a question of power, you can put a 1600 BHP MTU into that hull, it will still only do 9 knots, and all the excess power will go into making a monster bow wave and a huge stern wake.

If you are trying to round Ushant in spring tides the tidal race there can make 9 knots easy, more in places, if you get wind over tide (wind running opposite to tide) it gets real rough.

If you’re boat is powered by wind, unless you have a following wind (which will give you wind over tide) you can’t point closer than 30 degrees to the wind, so if the wind is 30 degrees either side of being a headwind you’re gonna be tacking, a lot, which again vastly reduces your mean forward speed.

More than once I have sat at anchor in the north of Brittany near Lanillis for two weeks, waiting for conditions to be right to make passage around the head to Concarneau, I’ve waited because I could, waiting for the right combination of tide and wind and weather… the alternative is go 100 miles out into the Atlantic and go around, which is what all the jammers did, following the old saying that your troubles only really started when you got near land and had no sea room.

The sea, wind, weather, always a “she”… because it didn’t really matter what YOU wanted, she could not be controlled, or predicted, or influenced, all you could do was what I did, wait until conditions suited YOU, then use her for as long as she suited you, and the moment she changed just sit back again.

I’m sure you can see the parallels to hooking up with some skank ho for some rumpy pumpy, the only time you can up anchor is when her ACTIONS are compatible with your own goals, and even then you could be mistaken and all change within an hour.

If you listen to what wimminz SAY, or try in any way to influence what they eventually DO, or worse still to become deeply involved in trying to influence this, then you are not only the fucking idiot trying to magic up the weather, you are the fucking idiot who then sets sail upon those seas, despite the conditions not favouring you.

If you depend in any way for a wimminz to DO a certain thing so you can get what you want, you’re better be like me in harbour, chilling, eating, drinking, smoking, waiting and watching, neither knowing nor expecting, but patient.

Or you can go out in this…

no shit, part 93,954


There are some things I just can’t talk about, and others that I can, but I have to choose my words very carefully, and, sometimes, that act of choosing the words carefully makes talking about that thing pointless, because the redacted bits were an integral part of the story..

So, I wrote something on here nearly 18 months ago, it concerned a “fuck me now” skank I found on PoF… chat on PoF, invited over, fuck the crap out of her, leave… never been back… she is still there on PoF…

Imagine my mirth when this same skank turns up on a different site, and takes a look at my profile and decides to give it a go.

At this stage there are no face pics from me, and no profile pics at all from her, and so as usual I accuse her of being a man unless she can send me some pics, which she does, and I am thinking “I know that bitch”

So (and here we again see the benefit of keeping digital archives in perpetuity, backed up to the cloud of course) I check my records and yup, that’s teh grrrrl.. this could be fun.

So she asks for a face pic of me, and I send one, sitting back, smirking, waiting for the expected reaction. Or, simply being blocked.

And guess what, she carries on like she has never seen me before in her life.

I have mentioned this before in the internet dating stuff about wimminz forgetting who they have and have not selected and rejected in the past, and never to take rejection as permanent, but fuck me, to not remember a guy you invited into your house just over a year ago, a guy who spent several hours plundering all your holes to his heart’s content, and then you’re trying to tell the “new” me that you don’t often fuck, that you often go months without, that you still ain’t into three figures cock count wise…

… and we are not going anywhere near the issue of the PoF profile portraying one thing, and the other profile portraying a filthy whore who will do just about anything (that profile at least is correct)

I mean, WTF, I know you fucking wimminz are as thick as shit, and I know your hamster wheels and temporal narcissism can cause you to re-write some history and simple omit or ignore other bits on a whim as it suits you, but, I have to say…

JUSTHOWFUCKIN’STUPIDDOYOUTHINKMENARE?

Do you really think ***I*** won’t remember the cunt I fisted, the ass I pounded, the tits I bit or the face I slapped and pissed on, all at your request bitch, only just over a fucking year ago! WTF

Apparently *you* do wimminz, because otherwise you’d keep a MUCH closer watch on who YOU’VE fucked, so that the scenario I am describing here could never happen.

I can kinda get not caring enough who you fucked a year or two ago to not ever think about them, but to not CLICK when you cross paths with them again…

I was just chatting about this to a mate on the phone, and he joked that I am just pissed that I wasn’t a good enough fuck for her to remember me.

I pointed out that we can both remember skanks we talked to or IM’d or SMS‘d but for one reason or another it never got past that stage.

I ***KNOW*** the memory is in this skank’s head, because I have seen this so often with wimminz, but they really do appear to have the multiple personality schtick where the personality I am talking to now, is not the same personality that holds long term memories, and this personality knows the other one is there, and it could go ask that one and get answer, but just can’t be bothered to…

No wonder hitting the wall is such a major system shock for the skanks.

Wall? what wall? what are you talking about? BLAM! WTF? Boo-hoo…

June 7, 2013

A woman who falsely accused two strangers of raping her in a bid to win back her boyfriend has escaped jail.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 4:39 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2337297/Woman-31-falsely-claimed-strangers-broke-house-raped-selecting-profiles-Facebook.html

June 6, 2013

different when you are a politico

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:48 am

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2336358/Housekeeper-accused-Tory-MP-wife-trying-lure-threesome-cynical-compensation-claim-thrown-out.html

June 3, 2013

If you build it, they will come…


Talking to a friend of mine, in a steady but boring IT admin job, been talking about bailing for years.

Along side my day job in IT, I have a side job, running my own business in IT.

I do the day job because the business doesn’t get enough custom.

The business is thoroughly professional, competent and economical with stunning service… its job is to convert gasoline into motive power.

The day job is total wank, a knackered old v8 intermittently firing on each cylinder, but who cares as its job is to convert gasoline into noise…

The thing my friend doesn’t get, the thing many hopeful small business owners don’t get, the thing many men don’t get, is this….

THAT IS THE WAY PEOPLE WANT IT.

If there is ANY GAP WHATSOEVER in between the engineer and the end user, then whoever is in that gap, and it can be a layer cake 27 levels deep, is not interested in either the engineer or the end user, only in their own slice.

Let me tell you something about Cisco kit, it basically *is* the internet, a vast product range with an equally vast software and licensing range, basically quite small boxes, and you look at some of the small business stuff and it is a small box that retails for 10k, and the prices go on up from there.

But, with Cisco stuff you need three things;

  1. The Cisco box itself, e.g. the hardware
  2. The correct version of the IOS for both the box and the job in question
  3. The correct configuration file for the box, IOS and job in question.

It is as simple as that, three things, have them all on site when you turn up and the job is a piece of piss, even better, two of those things can be delivered electronically as an email attachment.

(OK, to be specific the IOS cannot be corrupt, and the config cannot contain any errors, both these are routine in real life)

You would think, that as the bottom layer in the cake the on-site guy like me would not have to ask those three questions about EVERY SINGLE FUCKING JOB you go to, you would think all the layers previous to me would get those three simple ducks in a row, you would think that BETWEEN all those layers it would be impossible for the job to progress down to me without those ducks in a row.

But no, since NO-ONE in those layers is concerned in any way with either the engineer or end user, only their own slice, I almost NEVER get all three handed on a plate to me, and if I do, items 2 or 3 are probably incorrect.

This is a TOUGH lesson to learn if you are an idealist, or naive, or young, or a man, but you better fucking learn it or your ass gets hung out to dry.

The lesson is nobody else gives a fuck, so you better not either, not beyond anything except covering your own ass, which means the ONLY fucking part of your job that matters is getting the paperwork straight, signed and filed.

You cannot correct this without removing every single layer that stands between the end user and the engineer, in effect, this means removing business/corporate from the playing-field, it ain’t gonna happen, it’s like asking for a hot dog minus the onions and sauce and bread, it’s a fucking sausage, not a hot dog.

It’s why the NAWALT thing is bullshit.

Take away all those components that make wimminz like that and what you have left is a drooling retard in adult nappies.

Those of you thinking hard times will cure this are equally delusional, hard times will decimate the layers in the cake between the end user and the engineer, but there are still going to be layers in the cake.

I’m reminded of the (true) clip in the film where Barnes-Wallis went to the War Department to ask for the loan of a Wellington bomber to run some prototype tests on the dam-buster bomb.

The clerk asks him why the fuck he thinks the war department will lend him a valuable Wellington bomber to play with

Perhaps, because I designed them (Wellington bombers)” says BW

So even in the darkest days of war there were layers of cake getting in the way, and they were the most incompetent and parasitic layers, all the semi useful ones got shit-canned.

Those of you trying to survive, or rebuild after an FRA etc, better get this shit straight and cold before you even think about going into business for yourself.

Sure, the local firms that endure a series of fuck-ups may well call you in to fix X at zero notice, and then they will go straight back to the layer cake, you will NEVER get your way in and carve your own niche, not while there are any layers there.

 

June 2, 2013

In the crib


So, a quiet weekend at home in “ma crib” just chilling, and going through the files ported across to the NAS box last week, no wimminz, no poontang, just me… smiley face.. blakes_7_gareth_thomas_2

And so it came to pass, sw something on the net about a remake of Blake’s 7, a seventies TV sci-fi thing by Terry Nation, so, thinks, aha, I am sure I have a copy of that on the NAS, ain’t see it for years… certainly not since my FRA etc.

Funny what you forget…

So the series starts with Rog Blake having his mind screwed with by the State, and when he doesn’t knuckle down like a good little drone, and witneses yet another State abuse f power, guess what the State does?

Yup, fits him up on child abuse charges, and so the now paedo Blake gets sentenced to transportation to a penal planet, and the series kicks off.

Authentic, and gritty.

I haven’t even visited the website of the rebooted version, but you just know that’ll be cut, and a bunch of strong empowered wimminz will be written in… not that the original series was short of them either, but they were portrayed as ice bitches, quite correctly.

Take 8 minutes out of your life to watch this bit of S1 E1

You can forgive the low TV series budget, the wobbly sets, the dodgy models and all the rest, because the plot is there and the acting is there, and remember folks, this was written for older CHILDREN, not adults or kidults per se… it aired just after 7pm.

In 1978 when this went out I was out of school and in work, but I watched it avidly.

There is really nothing else to say, I’ll let the clip above speak for itself.

 

June 1, 2013

the silence of the marketplace


As y’all know by now, I frequent several on-line poontang places, swingers / hookup sites etc, as well as PoF and all that jazz.

Here is the thing, to a wimminz;

  • in their face “you’re fucking delusional, bitch” = micropenis living in mum’s basement woman hating rapist and paedo
  • silence / non participation = agreement
  • nice ass = agreement
  • nice tits = agreement
  • fancy a fuck = agreement
  • etc = agreement

You get the idea.article-2286848-1861D1C2000005DC-223_308x367

So, on one of these sites, some skank ho starts a thread about what feminism has done for us wimminz, not thinking for one moment that all the single guys on there have been through the wringer, and most of the guys in couples have been through the wringer, and many of the younger guys have been brought up by heroic single mums so they have been through the wringer.

So the usual, few, and getting fewer as the herd senses which way the wind is blowing in society, wimminz join in with this wimminz in their praise of feminism.

And there is this lone voice, me, pointing out a couple of salient facts.

  1. guys are here to fuck, NSA (no strings attached)
  2. guys see little mileage in speaking out against, it might reduce the chance of a fuck
  3. any guy who speaks out in favour (and there was literally one), is clearly begging for some cunt, and will never get any

The most salient fact was this, on a site all about free NSA cunt, the very LACK of an avalanche of white knights roaring their approval SHOULD have been something that sent shudders of fear rippling through them from head to toe.

The party is over, nobody got up to go home yet is all, you freaks prancing about on the stage after the band and roadies left are not the main act.

And then a queer thing happened.

The skanks responses to me were not the usual micropenis stuff, no, they weren’t even replies, no misandry, no shaming language, no insults, more funny haha but we are being serious here and turn away to continue talking to the other grrrls.

A couple of years ago all you would have seen on these sorts of sites is limp dick mofos leaving verifications for these skanks along the lines of oomigod, this lady’s pussy is so sweet and juicy and warm and wet, you guys all need to treat this one with respect yadda yadda yadda, and if I had written what I wrote back then, I would have been drowned in a sea of jihadi white knights

Failing to worship the cunt is apostasy.

Then another funny thing happened, or rather, something usually expected to happen failed to happen, I didn’t get the usual 7 day forums ban for hate speech…

There is a simple formula, where T is the enjoyment of the time I spend with a wimminz, not fucking, and F is the enjoyment of the time I spend with her fucking, and the moment
F – T < 0
is the moment your skanky ass hits the kerb.

It’s a formula the silent masses of men on that forum were all aware of, perhaps only subconsciously, but it is there…

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Back in a previous life in the dotcom era I used to try to help people getting on the “our business needs a website” bandwagon.

There were some simple truths, the website should answer all the potential customer’s questions, the website will expose all your failings, so you should have shit in place to address what to do when things go wrong instead of making all your plans for when things go right, the medium itself should be as close to invisible as possible, definitely not intrusive to the user.. and the killer..

The killer was this.

Imagine your website is a virtual shop, I can pull statistics on almost anything you like out of that once it has been running a while, how many single geeky women living in Madrid accessed the site…

The ONE SINGLE THING I cannot tell you is the thing that is the most important by far, who took one look at your web-shop and went “nah, not for me, and walked on by, taking their wallet with them, and why did they walk on by

Because this is the thing that decides whether you become fuckedcompany.com, or not.

Feminzism, like all memes, is basically a web-shop, it’s a virtual space for the mind, blogs didn’t exist in 1995, but websites did, and a wesbites devoted to men’s issues in 1995 would have made the average Geocities home page about the contents of your desk drawer look like AltaVista when it came to hits.

The early sex sites came in two categories, those that existed solely to extract your credit card details, and the minority that actually catered to the hook up culture, this hasn’t changed.

What has changed is back then the latter group were all the church of the most holy and wonderful vagina, cunt worship central.

As Dylan sang, the times they are a changin’

The thread I posted to, and the utter and complete lack of all white knightism, would have been frankly mind blowing in it’s impossibility.

You see the “F” in that equation above had been inflated out of all connection with reality just like the Dow Jones or AAPL stocks… whereas the “T” was undervalued to the point of being a junk bond… it was like putting your pension on Moller skycars…

I dunno that there is a causal relationship between the economy/society and feminazism, but there sure as hell is a lot of correlation, and as one falls apart the other falls on stony ground and hard times.

I have just, for the first time ever in my life, been dumped by a wimminz who came right out and said that I was too mean with money for her, why, I had the audacity to let/make her take her turn to pay for shit.. and went on to list all the times it was her turn to pay… lmfao

  • hey, *many* will have had this as a reason, but she is the first to actually SAY it to me.
  • I am *not* the kind of guy you say that shit to, it’s like cussing a bear for his fur coat when you’re both naked in alaska
  • the force wasn’t strong in this one, but the fear was.

See, it was a case of a wimminz getting on in years, looking ahead and seeing the stark reality of the wall, cats, piss, and financial ruin, so she put it all (sexually) on a plate for me, nothing held back, nothing out of bounds.

The clock is ticking.

And she used up a portion of that little remaining and ever diminishing time trying to snare me into her trap.

THAT is why she was pissed at me and dumped my ass.

*I* was applying F – T < 0

*she* was playing bait and switch.

But, she was playing it for real, like the silent white knights in that thread, like the quiet feminist skank ho’s in that thread, more and more people every day are waking up to the fact that the party is over.

Security has not yet turned up to evict everyone from the venue / marketplace after the main event is over and all the acts / stalls are gone, but we all know they are coming.

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