September 12, 2012
September 11, 2012
Panhandling motherfuckers
It appears that Bill has the fucking begging bowl out again, less than 24 hours after the site crashed for 18 hours, and this is the niggerz who talks about the manosphere “growing up”… my hairy ass.
Contrast Bill with Plenty of Fish, also as it happens a website with one employee and owner.
But PoF gets >30 million hits PER DAY, 500,000 registered users logging in PER DAY, and it achieves this with just TWO web servers, THREE database servers, and the usual CD/akamai back-end for images etc.
It’s also free, like the spearhead.
In the spirit of full disclosure, I have been on the internet since long before there was a fucking internet, it was BBS‘s and fucking Fidonet, and amongst things back in the day I was a host, back when any individual could be, before it got corporate and crap and a race to the bottom offering unlimited everything for 2.99 a month.
I used to cater to all the special interest groups, initially at least, the warez groups, the hacking groups, the anti-spammer groups, you fucking name it, and I very soon learned my lesson.
For every believer who walked the walk and talked the talk in each group, there were a thousand wannabe mother-fuckers who just wanted to monetise and exploit it.
And so I drifted into web hosting when the WWW came of age, a very small pile of Cobalt RAQ2‘s that cost an appreciable portion of the value of the house they sat in, and a 2 mbit leased line that cost more than the fucking mortgage payments, and a UPS that weighed as much as a forklift that produced a staggering kilowatt (enough for all the raqs and my PC / laptop but not the big sony monitor) and ran off surplus deep cycle traction cells, and which cost as much as a small car.
And guess what, same old shit, a handful of believers who walked the walk, and for every one of them a thousand motherfuckers who just wanted to monetise everything some how, so they didn’t have to work for a fucking living.
Websites either sold something, goods or services, that paid for their upkeep, or they were “hobby” sites that were simply paid for by the owners, in the way that people pay for a monthly club membership.
The RAQ2 would in theory handle 200 domains/websites per box, all on 32 meg of EDO RAM and a 64 bit MIPS CPU with no heatsink, and a single soggy EIDE HD, this was JUST http calling static htm/html files, with the odd bit of cgi if you were leet… php/mysql didn’t exist.
In reality much past 100 domains/websites per box and things started to slow down.
And so it was, that one day I found that I had migrated all the wannabe panhandling motherfuckers to boxes #2, #3, #4 and #5, and all the “genuine” customers were on box#1
I talked later that day (no names and no pack drill, but if you were around back then you ABSOLUTELY knew this guy) to a guy who had been where I was with the BBS’s, and he said yeah, been there, done that, same shit, one hard core of real people, the rest a bunch of panhandling motherfuckers.
Box#1 had websites entirely coded in notepad, or later in Netscape/mosaic editor, and what they all had in common was while those domains might have http hyperlinks out;
- NONE of them contained, called or embedded anything not stored locally within that domain on the box
- NONE of them used frames
- NONE of them had any kind of advertising whatsoever, for anything not intrinsic to the domain itself.
By contrast, everything on the other 4 boxes started calling banner ads, animated gifs, external links, embedding external content, bloated http code, bloated images, then frames, interstitials, you name it, all of which didn’t just hit the boxes hard, it hit the router and backbone connection hard too… all panhandling motherfuckers trying to make money by nickel and diming world & dog & me.
Literally within a week I shut down 4 boxes, there wasn’t an ebay so I ended up keeping them, and selling them on privately to new ISPs etc, and returned to 1 box of genuine users.
Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth, but my workload went from 18 hours a day to an hour or less a day, and bandwidth went from saturating the 2mbit line to fitting within 128k, and nothing of value was lost to the internet.
You wanna run a website, shut the fuck up and open your wallet, or sell some product or service on the website and shut the fuck up and open your wallet.
Do ANYTHING else, and I will suspect you of being a panhandling motherfucker, and chances are I am right, and for all his talk about the manosphere growing up and men’s this and men’s that, I gotta tell ya;
- a MAN can’t be a panhandling motherfucker
- a MAN doesn’t put the begging bowl out
- a MAN doesn’t act like a whiny little bitch and plead poverty
- a MAN doesn’t expect to be paid to do something he wanted to do
Asking for money to run a poxy website (eg server / hosting / domain package) that you REPEATEDLY prove you can’t keep up…. BOGUS motherfucker, totally bogus.
Tank of motherfucking gas a year.
Asking for money so you can sit on your ass and fucking WRITE, nothing less fucking manly on the planet… if it’s in you, write to get it out, if you the one in a billion that is the next Plato you’ll get some respect in the afterlife, but you still need a fucking day job.
Telling it like it is with injustices is something a man does, always at a personal cost, it ain’t a fucking JOB or source of revenue.
September 10, 2012
Fucked up the ass
You ever wonder why the story about the emperor with no clothes features a little boy who tells it like it is?
Because if an adult man had said it he would have been fucked up the ass by the FBI, CIA, FAA, BATF, you name it, and the emperor would have continued to walk around bollock naked.
He starts talking at 2:18, and he talks about taking it up the ass from the TLA’s for mentioning the emperors bollocks being in view at 14:00
If you think about it, hardly a week passes without someone claiming that the emperor has no clothes in a very public way, but unshielded by hundreds of millions in the bank, we find ourselves informed by the mainstream media that this person is actually a raghead terrorist paedophile deadbeat dad pimp drug pusher selling videos of himself doing something unspeakably sick and evil.
And yet, yet you never, ever, ever hear or see or read anything about the high profile movers and shapers and leaders fucking “chickens” (well hung underage boys) up the ass or snorting coke off the flesh or pre-pubescent girls or owning a 15% stake in a landmine factory.
Pure coincidence of course.
I guess it is also pure coincidence that The Spearhead has been offline for 18 hours and counting, first with a database error and now just not resolving / responding to http requests… I mean, it is sooooo fucking hard to FTP up an “index.htm” file written in notepad saying “oops I borked the database” or whatever, not that there is even any excuse for that, given the level of donations and ad revenue involved, the bitch could have easily funded a round robin DNS and site mirror on a geographically separate server for a 100 bucks per year….
Nor when you consider that many very smart and technically savvy people (myself included) always offered free advice or help every time Bill talked about his technical difficulties, none of which were ever taken up.
I guess new poon is even more time consuming that ex-poon taking you and your kids to the cleaners in secret family court, because while that was going on he managed better uptime…
Hell I can introduce you to guys who are using nothing more than good quality regular hosting packages coming in at under 100 bucks a year all in who are running fairly significant e-commerce operations, and by fairly significant I mean detached house, regular foreign travel, 4 cars and a boat in the driveway, the odd hooker, employees, the works.
And you could put a .44 through their server hard disk and broadband + and FTP client like Filezilla and 10 minutes later they have upped the server website “www” directory image, and 5 minutes after that phpmyadmin and imported the .sql file and they are back up and running…. this is WORST FUCKING CASE SCENARIO
But hey, all those subscriptions, and this is Bill talking about the fucking manosphere “growing up”… yeah, a grown up with some new poon (no doubt serenaded by all those subs monies) who can’t even keep a fucking website up.
You couldn’t make this shit up.
Nor could you make up the shit about the new European Stability Mechanism (QE99 bailout for the banks and wall street) as reported here
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my day to day life is still overflowing with red pill goodness… and endless supply of sluts only genuinely happy when told to their faces that they have to earn the honour of being my 100% obedient cumbucket slut rimming machine, these being the same chicks who kicked their husband to the kerb a year ago for daring to suggest she take it up the ass one time…
Mind ewe, there are some crazy fuckers out there, probably created when the little woman refused to take it up the ass and instead kicked them to the kerb so they could rim me every night, and this is anecdotal stuff and who would believe anything a wimminz says…
but….
I have to laugh out loud real fucking hard when skank ho’s tell me I am the nice guy, and proceed to tell me about the last guy they met off PoF, who when they turned up at his place whips out a car battery and jump leads to attach to her nipples…. the force is strong in this one…
Jack Donovan is right (I have ALWAYS paid attention to fags on the subject of men) when he says that there is no connection between being a fag, and being a limp wristed queen, any more than dipping your wick into some poon makes you a manly man, arguably losing some poon and his kids made Bill man up, and getting some new poon made him wimp up again.
Dumping a man who has done the 9-to-5 for fucking years to put a roof over your head and feed and clothe you, while refusing him all sorts of kinky sex, then offering all that kinky sex for free on a fucking plate to a guy like me (and trust me, ALL these dumped men work this out sooner or later) and do you really have to ask who made Mr Jump Leads?
Course, if Mr Jump Leads had been a real fucking man it would be 24 volt truck battery and proper commercial grade leads, not some wimpy little thing out of a mini…
September 8, 2012
One flew over the skank ho’s nest
One of the interesting things about site stats is seeing what links people do NOT click, the Men’s Links get almost no action, compared to links within posts or pages themselves, which is a shame because fully half of the men’s links are to do with the world and economy… no one trick pony stuff here, but apparently it falls on stony ground.
You know that thing about your pornstar name, name of your first pet + name of the street you grew up on, hell of a think when that comes up with more genuine sounding names than people’s actual given names, which is quite often the state of affairs now for anyone under 20, because they were named by their skank ho single mommy while she was high on bukkake..
But, in an allegory to the warning that the command “Fire!” could be issued in any language, even a funny sounding one, some of these kids with the wierded out names can come out with some stone cold shit.
So there I was, the autumn chill starting to bite in the evening, talking to some of the young scum, when one of them said something stone cold to me… he tells me I am a lucky motherfucker, because I have access to submissive sluts, I countered by saying there are submissive sluts his age, I know because I fucked one a few weeks ago and she was the same age as him.
So he takes the last draw on his smoke and flicks it into the canal and says “Yeah, but the ones your age can see the buzzards circling, they meet a proper man like you and see the last chance saloon, they see us and just see young boys, and the girls our age all think they are going to get a real big break and make it big any day soon now…”
I just look at him silently, waiting for him to continue… he does…
“makes a difference, you know, when a bitch thinks she has options, you know, she sees the buzzards and then sees you as a ride outta town, the older bitches you get like that ***** slut, they know it is all downhill, you’re the last proper man they are going to meet…”
He’s 20 and has the declining SMV thing down stone cold, and I am looking at him and left with a powerful reminder that man was always a cursorial hunter, every 4 legged critter on the planet was faster than man, but man would walk them down, for days if required, and here is a man accepting that while certain game is on the menu now, he will have to await the passage of many moons and the acquisition of much experience before he can hunt other classes of game.
Irrespective of questions about which types of game are more worthy, I am left with the lasting feeling that the hunter / survival ethos is strong in this one.
The cosmic hilarity that somewhere in the 99% of “dark DNA” that comprise us, is the wiring and solution to the quite new and apparently unique problem of feminazism fucking up the world, Atlas didn’t shrug, DNA did.
50% youth unemployment in Spain and Greece, meet “the devil finds work for idle hands”.
…and some of those idle hands have been listening to older men like me, and hearing what we say… like previous to this the conversation about asking various wimminz to define the differences between a whore and a slut, the conversation about how wimminz hate a man who makes then work for something, and then sets no further goals, but love a man who treats them like a disposable employee who only keeps the job as long as they show a profit for the company, the conversation about how every wimminz knows at least two wimminz who are in “unhaaaaaapy” marriages, but their husbands will be the last to know…
I may not be right about any of it, they will listen simply on the basis that it is an alternative TV channel to all the mainstream 57 varieties of social programming, brownshirts, blackshirts, SWAPO children’s army, Mao’s revolutionary kindergarten, and Hitler’s kinder egg, there is a vast and untapped resource here, just waiting for the right messiah, the right messenger.
Meanwhile I am living in a fucking asylum, so I need not seek it, and the feminazi inmates have long since taken over and are running the place into the ground, keep faking the meds, and fucking the skanks.
Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
September 7, 2012
I’ve only slept with 4 guys (but I’ve blown around 60)
And other fucking lies and hamster wheel rationalisations.
You know the old saying about the ideal age for a wife being half your age plus seven years, well I have another one.
For older wimminz the number of cocks they have ridden = their age in years, for younger wimminz the number of cocks they have ridden – their age in months – 150.
So, for a 45 year old wimminz assume 45 cocks, for a 25 year old wimminz assume 225.
A bit like the slut (skank A) above, 29 years old and initially claimed only 4 guys, then the 60 guys who got blowjobs comes out, then I meet her skank ho slut friend (skank B) who regularly has foursomes and threesomes and fucks anything that moves, who lets it slip that at least one threesome and one foursome that skank B had was with skank A… so the numbers go up from 64 to around 84
84, 84, do I hear any raise on 84, going once, going twice…..
But it does rather focus the spotlight on the subject and wimminz and their fucking lies, it isn’t a case of the bitches lying now and again, or quite a lot, it is however a case of pretty much everything they fucking say being a lie, with the odd exceptions of the unguarded comment.
The secret with the unguarded comment is they usually come out in a sentence, and it goes like this, “comment about this, comment about that, unguarded comment, comment about the other”
Quite often, in hindsight, if you have a good memory and actually give a shit enough to remember, it is that unguarded comment that rings the bell, yeah, that is the one that fit in with the skank’s subsequent actions, or subsequent disclosures about her previous actions.
Thing is, wimminz aren’t even aware they are uttering the unguarded comment, and if you repeat it to them, they go into denial and hit the turbo boost button on the hamster wheel.
So how big a thing is this?
If we take the last 50 wimminz that I have fucked, and the last 500 that I have talked to, from PoF, pick the one who lied the absolute LEAST, she told me more lies that I told all 550 wimminz PUT TOGETHER.
What I am getting at here is another facet of the AWALT object, and it is the one skimmed over the most, the sheer extent of wimminz lies just doesn’t cover it, the total paucity of wimminz honesty is much, much, much, closer to the mark.
I would rather face the challenge of finding a water hole in the Gobi desert, than the challenge of finding a woman whose utterances were ONLY 95% bullshit and lies.
I have LITERALLY seen wimminz who have had skank ho friends confess to deliberately and with extreme malice aforethought fucking up her relationships by fucking the first wimminz boyfriends, then listen to the very next thing the psycho skank ho “friend” says, which I know for a fact is a total and absolute fucking lie, because it concerns me, and believe the psycho skank ho “friend”.
In short, wimminz lie so habitually, so regularly, so fucking profoundly, that not only do they not know the fucking truth when they hear it, but the truth is such a rare thing that they find it scary and frightening and repulsive.
Wimminz “I may be 45 but I feel 21! Why can’t I get a man?”
AfOR “Yeah, but you LOOK 60, bitch. That’s why you can’t get a man.”
Wimminz “Fuck off you nasty homo bastard, I bet you have a small penis and live with your parents, you are a nasty angry man who obviously hates wimminz!”
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September 6, 2012
Bard
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuk
this fucking freak is 48 years old
In 2004, Humphries was sent to jail for 30 months after stabbing her partner Paul Owen. A year later, she was sentenced to three years after puncturing her former lover Robert Irvin’s chest and slashing his face.
Humphries was also charged with attempted murder in 1999 after she allegedly stabbed another lover three times in the neck, the court heard.
But the charges were dropped after he claimed he had ‘fallen against a fence’.
September 4, 2012
If any of her friends are a slut….
… then so is she.
Now, when I say slut, I don’t just mean yer average skank ho with yer average cock count, I mean a slut.
I mean it’s more like a straight guy reading an illustrated book on the more bizarre and kinky gay sex fetishes, you may say “fuck it” and put the book down at Felching, but there is a whole lot more in that book and just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t make those pages vanish.
Of course a large part of this is YOU WANT IT TO STOP, so you are quite happy to accept the “it only happened once when I was drunk” excuse, but those who do not, those who persist, always find the same thing.
They find the other 499 pieces of the jigsaw.
The finished jigsaw is a picture, in that picture is at least one of “your” slut’s friends, and she is also a 500 piece jigsaw, and when you piece that one together and get another picture, you notice something, there are a few other people in both pictures.
Pick one of those people at random and they are also a 500 piece jigsaw, put it together and more of the same, your slut is there, the friend you know about, the handful of faces common in both your sluts jigsaw picture and your sluts friends jigsaw picture, and introducing a bunch of new faces too.
So that “admission” you got about her sexual “history” is really just one frame in a long, multi episode, unfinished, still filming, porno shoot / documentary, and if you were to watch the whole thing, most of her friends that you know about have various parts, from bit parts to regular guest star appearances, chances are some of YOUR friends have bit parts too, maybe not in the same scenes as your slut, or maybe just not yet in the same scenes as your slut.
In the past week two wimminz who I have fucked, one once and one twice, and one wimminz who I nearly fucked but couldn’t be assed, all decided to dump my ass…. and you know what, I have lost NOTHING of any value, on the contrary, my life is enriched for having moved on.
It’s real hard to feel any sense of loss when there is an endless supply of bit part players waiting in the wings for a walk on and spread em or walk on and kneel part in my own little porno extravaganza.
But the sluts DO love to talk, and as much as I minimise it, I do get exposed to the other side of the story, not the story you tell about your slut and the piece of her history that she admitted to you or got caught out doing, and not the bit you read on a wimminz problems / advice dating site, but the bit about the same scene in the same shoot from her perspective.
And it is like those jigsaws I was talking about earlier….
YOU love your new Ford, to the guys in the Ford dealership (who drove it before you) it’s just another fucking Ford, now, the new 2012 Merc E class….
But to the guys in the Merc dealership, its just another Merc, and the beat goes on.
After a while no new car excites you, ooh look the new 2013 Lambo, it’s just another shitbox with a wheel at each corner to me, and fucking useless at negotiating speed humps or parking in car parks…
So move on to yachts, well, same deal folks, no new boat excites me, I just see holes to pour money down and a so called possession that actually is no more than a millstone around your neck tying you down.
Sure, I’ll drive and ride and sail and fuck all these 2013 models, but not on my fucking dime.
You want me to get excited about a new 500 piece jigsaw?
You want me to get excited because you found ONE FUCKING PIECE of the 500 piece jigsaw that is “your” slut’s ACTUAL sexual history?
Blokes sit down in front of trashy soap operas and go ” wow, this is just too fucking far fetched to take seriously, your estranged wife had a sex change and used to be your best friend in school, but she fucked your current wife and made her pregnant with the kid you now call son, and when she moved back into the area she knew you were there and knew you had a son, but didn’t know who your wife was, so now she and your “son” are fucking and deeply in love, meanwhile your gerbil “faggot” has hepatitis…..”
Bitches lap all that crap up, because, lets face it, that IS what their 500 piece jigsaw sex lives and histories are like.
The 20 year olds and under KNOW all this shit, the smartphone generation walk around in a world where your sexual history is known, they know about the time you took on four blokes, they know about the swinger couple you see regularly for threesomes, they know you have fucked all your best friends blokes, while she was with them, they know what your cunt looks like, they know all about the 500 piece electronic jigsaw of MMS picture attachments and SMS fuck me tonite, they have seen and shared it, as you have embraced the technology they have embraced the data it carries.
“Your mom is a skank ho!”
“No she ain’t”
“here’s some video of her taking on 4 guys, and none of them are your dad, but one of them is my brother and one of them is the guy from the betting shop and I dunno who the other guy or the nigger are”
“<gulp>”
Fact is, if you are in your mid 30’s or over, the kids walking past your house probably know more about your sluts sexual history than you do…. hell.. “your” kids probably know more than you do.
Fact is, if you are in your 40’s or later, then what the kids walking past your house know about your slut daughters will blow your fucking mind.
AWALT
September 3, 2012
AWALT motherfucker, AWALT
Amid some speculation that the reason for the spearhead’s pussification of late is that Bill has himself a new bitch, and he is drinking the feminazi kool aid again, a couple of people have asked me, how do you know AWALT.
Well, I’m not a monk, I fuck wimminz, and that means I REGULARLY get everything from the usual protestations of love and wanting a relationshit with me, to the full on wanna live with you and marry you treatment.
My policy is simple, AWALT, so just wait, continue to be an honest and decent man who does not lie to these sluts, and sooner or later the leopard will reveal its spots, the stage curtain will be pulled back to reveal the hamster wheel spinning at 21,000 RPM, and a missive from the wimminz who didn’t know you existed two weeks ago, was talking about having your babies last week, but now says she can’t deal with your shit, game over dude.
Course, if you are a believer in NAWALT, you will be troubled and upset and be asking yourself “what shit? I was genuinely nice to the bitch!” whereas if you are a believer in AWALT you just grin, fuck it, you have a production line already in place, pump and dump.
Last Friday night when you weren’t with the skank ho because she had some family shit on or the canary was down with bulimia or some crap, you’d be pissed NOW if you’d turned down that offer of a free fuck from the PoF production line slut who offered to come right over and blow you… and turn it down you would have if you are a believer in NAWALT.
But, I’ll let you into a dirty little secret.
You know that stuff I said about wimminz being herd creatures and men being pack animals, well, it’s true, but don’t be fooled into thinking that the herd all love each other.
The last three wimminz I have been with all have girlfriends who find out about me, and who either want a threesome, or who want to try me, or who want to fuck the wimminz in question, and let me tell you there is NO love lost there at all.
Surreal is when a wimminz who ain’t that into you, because her unrequited lust is for the skank ho slut who is into you, having just met you off PoF, but the wimminz who ain’t into you sure does pay you a lot of attention and texts and shit, but she will fuck you if you give her a covertly made video of you fucking the object of her unrequited lust in all HER holes, yeah, that’s right, so the wimminz who ain’t that into you has a desire to fuck the wimminz who is into you, and that desire is so strong she will offer to fuck you to encourage you to illegally tape yourself fucking the one she wants in all her holes, so that she can then watch it as porn and play with herself while watching it.
Surreal is when a wimminz tells you she has been telling her best friend about you, and her best friend wants a threesome and also asked to borrow you for a night, and the wimminz you are with realises that sooner or later you are going to meet this best friend, if she stays with you, so she does the only thing she can to stop you meeting her best friend, and dumps your ass.
Yes, folks, this is the past fucking week alone, but you know, NAWALT, because (says people like Bill) this here bitch is fiiiiiiine, and niiiiiice and she is reeeaaaallllly into me dude and this is the real thing… which it is, until the flick of the switch when she changes her fucking mind.
At that point you’re all alone, no point calling up all those guys you used to hang with, because you simply blanked them the moment you started drinking the NAWALT cool aid and buying that line of shit from the latest slut to ride, or worse still not ride, your cock.
Hey man, it’s not that you blew me off for the night out so you could fuck that bitch, that isn’t the problem, the problem is you bought her shit and chose her over us, no good crying to us when it goes wrong, we told you, you wouldn’t fucking listen, you knew better, you knew NAWALT.
And assholes like that, that believe in NAWALT, are DANGEROUS motherfuckers to be around…..
Just this week alone, on the promise of a fuck from a wimminz (#1) who wanted to fuck the wimminz (#2) I was fucking, she (#1) attempted to incite me to;
- Hack into the wimminz (#1) I was fucking’s email accounts, including those held on servers based on US soil legally.
- Take covert video of myself fucking her (#1) in all her holes.
- Get (#1) drunk and encourage her to have a threesome with me and (#2)
Just so you get the picture, #1 and #2 are best friends, and regularly stay over at each others places.
Oh yeah, they go through each others phones and shit as much as they can, hence wanting item 1 above, to get past the places where they get stuck in their prying now.
Now, each one of those three individually is illegal as fuck, and I mean prison time illegal
, put em all together and you better plan on sharing a bed with Julian Assange and praying for political sanctuary status, and that’s the good side of outcomes.
And all these bitches will tell you, when discussing, with anger, their besties searching through THEIR phones and shit, that friends should not do that, they should trust each other and not fucking pry.
AWALT
And this, my brothers, is why I am so down and bitchin on Bill and others who start preaching NAWALT, because they choose to put themselves into that fucking hamster wheel reality distortion field where cross state line and cross international border computer / email hacking and phone hacking (for this is ALWAYS what these things are referred to when you are charged by the boys in blue) and illegal videotaping without consent, for the express purpose of distribution to others, where the deliberate intoxication of females to induce them to fuck other females, are all serious motherfucking crimes.
You can’t even claim that hacking #1’s email and phone ain’t so bad, because at least you won’t be convicted of a sex crime, you wanna bet, bitch #1 uses that account to talk to bad boys like you about sex, and uses that phone to share family photos of her pre teen daughters with the her aunt, so yeah, it will be a sex crime AS WELL… >>> do not pass go >>>> do not collect 200 >>>> go directly to jail as a sex offender.
The covert videoing ain’t rape, not quite, but the intoxication threesome is.
What’s that? You wouldn’t go all the way? Baby, as soon as you make the SLIGHTEST fucking move to comply, bitch #2 gets the upper hand, and the inducements are no longer a chance to dump some cum into her, but the threat of exposure if you do not continue.
And then you get all the sweeties cuddles and nicey love you babes, loooove your cock bullshit that NAWALTS all suck up like nectar.
and this is why I am so down on Bill and others who buy into the NAWALT bullshit, because they WILL fuck you over to the nth degree, just to keep pwincess amused.
You can be as MGTOW and ghost motherfucker as you like, you ain’t got no defences against a NAWALT motherfucker like Bill or any of the others, so when the bitch says “sweetie, all those comments that asshole posted to your website, that you now own, you know if we edit selected words and phrases he is a really scary man who hurts my feeeewings….”
Then you get what happened to a guy I know vaguely this saturday night just gone, he’s getting ready to have the kids the next day, knock on the door, come along with us sir, spends the next 29 hours in a police cell, investigation into alleged harassment and intimidation, not from his ex and mother of his kids, oh no, from an ex since her, because he is a believer in NAWALT, and she moved on and enlisted her next fuck, a GUY WHO WORKS WITH this guy, to go to the boys in blue with her and repeat, out of context of course, some of the things this guy had said while at work about his ex and his kids and the secret family courts and all that shit, one lunchtime, when everyone there was discussing an article in the newspaper about, guess what, an ex wife and new boyfriend who went postal on the kid ( I covered this story earlier ) killed her, put her in the attic, and then went on TV appealing for her to come back, all the while studious lack of any mention of the biological father of the missing girl.
So this guy says something like “I’d kill the bitch” when this subject is raised in the workplace during a break, to a bunch of other GUYS, no wimminz present, and forgets he said it, and thanks to a co-worker who is a believer in NAWALT a week later he is in the cells and missed his one sunday every two weeks with his kids… and you KNOW he ain’t seeing them again, cos you know, being in that cell on a suspicion / allegation of harassment or intimidation or threats of violence, that is all his skank ho baby momma needs to go back to secret family court and get an ex parte injunction on his ass.
Because he believed in NAWALT, so the ex skank ho slut had been far enough inside his life to know inside details, which can be used against you….
Me, back in my discussion with #2, I laughed real hard, and pointed out that while we had discussed this shit, she had raised the subject, I had never agreed to do it, nor had I lied to #1, but I did have a complete text record of our conversation, so I didn’t have a problem, but she did… and said I was merely pointing that out, none of my business how she treats her mates, nor none of my business to tell me mate, so she got problems, but not with me… just sayin…
AWALT, that’s the only reason I stayed ahead of the game, and kept the upper hand….
You have been warned.
September 1, 2012
What a cunt
I’m talking about Bill at the Spearhead, I thought he had jumped the fucking shark sometime ago, so today I get sent a link to his latest…… WTF?
Remember, The Spearhead bills itself as a MEN’s RIGHTS website… mmmkay
So, deconstruction time…
Original, full, unedited article in blue italic
The arguments for and against being a PUA are largely moot, and the culture will continue to be restricted mainly to people in late adolescence, because most people simply can’t handle the bachelor lifestyle.
I abhor labels, but I’m in my 50’s, I picked up and banged a slut same day midweek last week, then the next day did the same with a different skank ho, who turned into an FWB (still have my long term FWB floating in the background) who yesterday texted me saying that she was with her bestie GF and telling her about me (sexually) and now the bestie wants a threesome, just waiting for the bestie to get my number from the FWB and contact me direct, but in the interim last night had another picked up same day skank ho come over.
Meanwhile my crib is as comfortable and manly and as “man cave” as I can get it, and I love it.
Can’t handle the bachelor lifestyle, a moot fucking point in modern society with hypergamy enforced by the boys in blue and ex parte non molestation orders, no fault divorce, secret family courts and FRA and all that good stuff.
Better fucking learn to handle it and “man up” dude, because this environment isn’t going away anywhere this side of a societal reset, if anything it will get worse first.
Being an uncommitted bachelor has never been the norm throughout human history. Men are social creatures just like women, and most of them don’t have what it takes to maintain emotional distance from the women in their lives for an extended period of time, so the PUA lifestyle will never be appealing to most men.
See above bitch, hard labour, disease, conflict and death aren’t and never will be appealing to most men, but we don’t get to choose the fucking world you get born into.
Yeah, I want a long term stable secure loving committed intimate relationship with one wimminz, I also want a fucking flying car and a star trek replicator and my own private fucking island, or better still planet…. AIN’T… GONNA… FUCKING… HAPPEN…
The alternative, real life in 2012, may not be as appealing as my dreams, but guess what, that’s why it’s called real fucking life.
In fact, the only way the average man could maintain a PUA lifestyle without feeling empty inside would be to live with someone who fulfills the role of “companion” that their lovers fail to provide. In some cases this could be a man, but more likely than not it would be a female family member, such as a mother or sister. I suspect this is why being a player comes more naturally to those people from cultures where men have close, intimate relationships with their mothers well past childhood, such as southern Europeans.
Oh here we go, an American telling us how southern Europeans are wired, yeah you know ALL those spicks and eyeties live with their mommies until they are 60 and eat ice cream and ride vespas and are tres chic yadda yadda
You want feeling empty inside motherfucker, try sitting in a cell having just been arrested for a False Rape Accusation from the mother of your own fucking kids, then going through life never being allowed to see or hear or have any contact with those fucking kids.
A good fucking dog would provide that companion role, at least it ain’t a fucking NAWALT skank ho that will also stab you in the back like your own mom or sister or daughter, and at least it ain’t a fucking niggerz bitch like the spearhead and its remaining crew has become.
Where men are expected to cut familial bonds and strike out on their own from an early age, being a player is generally far more rare. In these places, men tend to rely on a female companion for emotional comfort and support from the beginning of adulthood, so those who are having sexually adequate but emotionally shallow relationships with women are left unsatisfied in most cases. If sexual gratification were all men required, a prostitute would suffice, but obviously that isn’t enough for most of us.
It ain’t enough for most of us because we were sold the motherfucking bill of goodz you pussified dumb fucking niggerz blood clot…. we were told all about loving wives and the joy or having and raising kids and the joy of a career and standing in the community and the great and wonderful legal and justice dispensed by our courts and the policeman is your friend to protect and serve.
Then the rubber hit the road and we learned all about the reality out there, that females, companions or relatives, DO NOT MOTHERFUCKING PROVIDE emotional comfort and support… quite the fucking opposite.
Prostitutes, they are for when I am 70 and can no longer pull 20 and 30 year old sluts for free, if that day comes, you never know… like the saying goes, all the guys I know who use whores pay them to leave, because they are all fucking married, every last fucking one of them.
All that said, Game probably does have value in that it can help a man increase his options and find a better woman.
That’s like saying finding a better turd to dump on your meal as a garnish, AWALT motherfucker…. not being a game proponent, but it seems to be the value of game is teaching you that the better woman is a mythical motherfucking creature like the unicorn.
However, those who promote Game as a route to male happiness should remember that for most men – although not all – a series of short relationships that end before real intimacy develops is a sad existence, and tends to feel like a failure after some time.
It is a million times better than the motherfucking alternative, a longer relationship that ends when cupcake decides an FRA and stealing your kids is a great way to get all your shit for free.
In nine out of ten cases, the goal really should be finding the “right one,” and there’s always the danger that promiscuity itself can get in the way of that — even for men.
Yet again, every fucking line from this useless cunt that used to be Bill is infused with NAWALT.
cos, you know, the streets are fucking littered with wholesome virgins wanting to pledge their troth till death us do fucking part.
If Game should come with any caveat, this is it.
Yes, the saintly skank ho sluts that has had one foursome and three threesomes and around 30 cocks really really really wants a virgin who does not know how to fuck and satisfy her juices, and that is the average to good young chick on the street, the EXCEPTIONALLY good have only had half a dozen cocks, the other end of the scale is the 20 year old who has had literally many hundreds of cocks from working in the low end home grown porn “industry”, taking on anything from 15 to 30 cocks at a time, you know, to earn some extra money for her two womb turds at home, one of which is yours, and you, you dumb fuck that married her, think she is having girlie nights out because raising two kids and tidying a house is you know, so fucking stressful.
You go back and read Bill’s early stuff back when he was Welmer, and then the early Spearhead stuff, then read his latest, culminating with the piece above, and what you are looking at is a horse that has been broke by his bitch and the courts.
Bill may once have been a man, but as Chaucer said, aptly enough in the Pardoner’s Tale… “I trowe he were a gelding or a mare” (“I thought he were a niggerz or a wimminz”)
Top tip, go read the pardoners tale link above… as I said yesterday about human nature never changing, could have been written today.
