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August 31, 2012

Ship of fools


Apart from being a rather good Robert Plant song, as well as an increasingly relevant and poignant sixties film, originally it was a 15th century oil painting by Bosch.

Thing is, the great thing about classics and art is that the more you absorb, the more you realise that nothing, not the microchip, modern warfare, screw thread, plastics, nano-materials, agriculture, transport, space flight, NOTHING changes basic human nature.

You could invent a time machine, pluck Machiavelli from the past and air drop him into modern western politics and a week later he would be calling the fucking shots and defining the spin / propaganda of today… same goes for all the sycophants and hangers on.

The jaded and weak will look at all this, shake their heads, and mourn that there is no hope for humanity, and maybe we need another dinosaur killer impact.

I disagree, I see this and see instead a dynamic system, a natural system, that is evolved not only to ensure that all possible avenues are always explored and niches populated, but also a system that is by design inherently unstable and therefore subject to regular radical change, and therefore stimulus.

Of course, this is the macro view from 1,000 miles up, with a time frame where years = seconds, and in the micro view it sucks donkey balls if you are one of the individuals that gets to take it up the ass, so that some other individual has someone who they can fuck up the ass.

Given that what is good for the whole on the macro scale is of necessity bad for certain individuals within that whole on the micro / individual scale, it follows that the programming and design of each individual that makes up the whole is going to be compliant with the process.

This means that while there may be individual exceptions (which again serve the purposes of the macro) such as Michaelangelo and Tesla, on the whole the sheeple should be, well, sheeple, not cursed with the ability or disposition to think things through too much.

You see, too many individual and informed and thinking players will screw the game up as a whole, and we see this in every single area of human endeavour, artificial man made rules are put in place to ensure that the game as a whole does not suffer.

It can be a sports team, or a company making widgets, or an army, or a socio-econo-political system, always, without exception, all the individuals are penalised by rules for limiting the scope of individual informed thinking and choice.

For every Ghostrider who can actually ride like a motherfucker, there are a million like me, who are merely adequate in our ability to control our vehicles…

Just 50 Ghostriders a day using the 118 mile stretch of the M4 motorway to commute between Bristol and London would leave it looking like fucking Beirut in the 80’s, THEY would be fine and get to their destinations every day on schedule, doing the trip in 45 minutes, everyone else would be either in a pile up, or negotiating one, and the two hour nominal journey would take four or five hours, assuming you actually made it in one piece.

So we put in place rules, rules which don’t really affect the sheeple that much, maybe we are limited to 70 when our actual driving ability would top out at 90, and we simply don’t have the balls or skill to do any of the other stunts involved in sustained high speed riding, but these rules totally cripple the informed and thinking and truly able players from using their abilities.

Sometimes, when the shit hits the fan and the wheels fall off the wagon and the rules and structures disappear without a trace, sometimes, along comes someone with that exceptional ability, and suddenly you have an Audie Murphy.

Pick HIM up from the past and drop him into the 2012 US Army in afdiggastan and it is only a question of time before he gets shitcanned straight out of the stockade.

There is no room for a Wozniac or Gates in today’s IBM, any more than there was 30 years ago.

By now, my regular readers, who will know how I think, will be if not one step ahead of me but at least prepared for me to draw parallels between those who mourn the state of humanity today and consider a dino killer to be no great loss to the planet, and those who morn the state of the beta provider male and consider a total societal reset to be no great loss to the planet.

They both miss the point.

The point is that if you are an individual with the ability to inform themselves and have independent thought and reason to guide your actions, you have one of three choices;

  1. Stick your head above the parapet and get it shot off.
  2. Keep your head below the parapet and wait in hope for a SHTF moment when control ends so you can shine.
  3. Devise your own third path.

As we can see from the above observations about the Ghostrider et al, taking the third way entails the following restrictions…

  1. It is NOT an answer for the sheeple majority, it can only ever be an answer for the minority.
  2. It is only good if you studiously avoid BOTH scenarios #1 and #2 above, in EVERY aspect of your life.
  3. It is only good if you do not pine for the camaraderie of #1 above, or the glory of #2 above.

It’s a bit like the pic on the right… (from a pay per porn site teaser)

Yes, Mr Black Stud has a monster cock that is 11″ long…

Well, provided you stick the end of the tape in his asshole, if you notice that the root of the TOP of his cock is at the 4″ mark on the tape, then 11 – 4 = 7″, which ain’t bad, but it certainly ain’t huge or worthy of note.

The first way is be one of the sheeple who pays for that site, despite the fact that the promo pic is a lie, so everything else inside is gonna be a lie too.

The second way is to try to be the guy in the pic, the porn star.

The third way is to neither patronise the site with your money, nor the porn sluts with your cock, but to sign up to PoF and fuck up the ass the wives of all the guys who are taking the first way while dreaming of being the second.

While ensuring that at no point do you either find yourself sharing a parapet with types #1 and #2

August 26, 2012

Jurassic Instinct


 

Fact is, you CAN tell, but like the assholes in a horror film, you just ignore that instinctive feeling most of the time.

When you get to be a jaded pump and dump asshole like me, you don’t ignore that feeling so much as not give a shit one way or another.

That feeling being “she ain’t gonna call / don’t want to fuck me no more

It’s not rejection, it’s progress, and the secret is to make getting in the club so personally effortless that when management ask you to leave you could not care less.

Let’s face it, when you go from initial message on PoF to fucking the slut to leaving in 12 hours you haven’t lost anything of value.

So there I am, for whatever reason, watching Jurassic Park 1 last night, the power is cut, T Rex breaks through the fence, the girl turns on the torch, attracts barney the dino dildo’s  attention and starts screaming, it cuts back to the two guys in the other vehicle and I am all MSTK on that shit

Fuck em, we sit here nice and quiet while barney munches on spoilt brat

But oh no, mangina men must wescue pwincess, and of course she starts screaming again, I mean, she isn’t even old enough to fuck, just throw the bitch to the wolves and GTFO.

I dunno, take away mangina white knightism and you don’t have a film any more, a few dino’s get out, fat boy gets eaten, and the men get out unscathed.

We can say “don’t go into the haunted house asshole” and no problem, but for some reason we are not allowed to say “let the stupid bitch die” I mean WTF?

Instinct tells me to let the stupid bitch die… “what? You want me to fight a horde of dinosaurs and alien invaders, get shot to shit, and my “prize” is I get to fuck you?… well… fuck you…. cya

Instinct is RIGHT motherfucker.

I have been in and seen some weird shit, and I was always the snake eyed motherfucker who sat as still as a statue while barney the dino rogered everything that moved with his giant butt plug, and it was me the wimminz sidled up to with dripping cunts, not Bruce Willis.

Fuck, I can even remember one time a Willis character asking me to get his darling hot wife safe and outta there, cos he knew I would make it, and so did she, and let me tell you there was an entire Chekhov play in the glances that passed between all three of us, we all knew I was going to fuck all her holes, and the asshole thanks me for taking care of the love of his life….

Love, I have no fucking idea what that is, if I had to point at something and say it is love I’d have to point at what I feel for my male progeny, but there is pride and camaraderie and pack and tribe loyalty there too.

Love from a wimminz, it’s just a fucking word, it has no utility for me.

Absolute fucking worship from a wimminz, yeah, that I have some use for, and again the Willis character was not worshipped either by the wife character in the films or the daughter character.

While AWALT, finding a wimminz who will worship the ground you walk on is doable, you just gotta watch real close for that worship to start waning, which it will do the instant you stop saying “lick my ring clean bitch” and start acting like Willis or asking some asshole like me to save a ho from barney the butt plug dino…

As we head into more troubled waters socio-econo-politically, you might want to consider starting work now on your casting couch characterisation of yourself, you wanna be Willis, or you wanna be that ends the film (or rather your participation in it) act 1 scene 1 by saying “fuckem” and letting barney do what ever he likes with his butt plug to every single attention whore that skweems her widdle pwincess skweem and points a torch at him, and every niggerz that leaps to her defence.

Maybe it’s time to let the old reptilian hind brain out to play now and again

 

 

August 23, 2012

Main screen turn on


So there I was, walking out of the motor factors with two 1 litre bottles of ATF, I open the bonnet/hood of my motor and pop the filler cap off the rocker box and start pouring one of the bottles of ATF in.

This main dealer mechanic comes charging out, “Stop, what do you think you’re doing!!!

I look at him, smile, pop the top off the other litre of ATF, walk around to the fuel filler cap, open it and tip the ATF in.

The main dealer mechanic is staring at me, jaw hanging down, shaking his head in disbelief.

I close the filler cap, pop the cap back on the rocker box, close the bonnet / hood and look at him and say “Maybe you don’t know half as much about oils and diesel engines as you think you do.

Get in the car, light my cigar, notice I have some ATF on my fingers which has smeared on the outside of the cigar, boy, this one is gonna have some REAL flavour, and start grinning insanely at the mechanic, who is still stood there, totally lost for words.

For those of you who don’t know, ATF (automatic transmission fluid) is basically hydraulic oil, e.g. very thin lube oil, with a red colourant and LOTS of detergent.

Putting a litre in the lube oil 500 miles before an oil change leaves the inside of the engine shiny new, and putting a litre in the fuel tank cleans out the injection pump and injectors a treat, all of the above totally safely.

Shades of the dog on the right, maybe he has his reasons for barking at mexicans, maybe he isn’t as stupid as his human thinks….

This is the sort of thing you can find in all areas of human endeavour, and that of course included fucking and sex.

Let’s take yesterday, AM a chick messages me on PoF saying she digs my profile, we chat back and forth and agree to meet that evening for a coffee, by which time she is already admitting that her panties are soaking wet, so we meet at the cafe, have a coffee, and retire to her place for some pump and dump.

Thing is, ___I___ knew it would be pump and dump, partially because she is one of those who claims that all men have always lied to her (projection) and partially because she is saying she wants a relationship (yeah, with a well hung 21 year old billionaire) partially because she ain’t worth more than one fuck, and partially because I could read her nature like a child’s book.

She, however, did not come to the conclusion that it would be pump and dump until the end of the evening, and she did not have to sand to tell me until this morning.

You see the parallels here, maybe if she knew half as much about men / wimminz / ralationshits as she thought she did…

That failing did not just mean that she got the picture 24 hours after I did, it didn’t even just mean she got the picture after the pump and dump, it meant she made the choice to fuck me BEFORE she got the picture.

I fuck mexicans…. sez the dog… woof woof….

August 21, 2012

Unfuckability


 

You’ll read about lots of guys who get depressed with dating sites, how the wimminz string you along, how the wimminz all think they are a 10, how the wimminz….. you get the idea.

I’ve even read about guys who put up fake wimminz profiles to “prove” that wimminz have to do nothing to get 14 million replies.

Thing is, wimminz are like chemical ali, they will happily deny shit way past the very end of things, and never ever ever admit it, not even to themselves.

So what the fuck is the truth?

Now, I have been hitting PoF hard for two to three years now, and frankly 2 years isn’t enough time to make much difference in any individual wimminz looks, fuckability or SMV (sexual market value)… it’s not like any of these wimminz were beautiful 18 year old virgins to start with…

IN my region, this means there are lots of wimminz who have been on PoF the same amount of time, either solidly or swinging in and out like a pendulum, you get to recognise faces, profiles and even writing styles, in the case of those repeat new profile pendulum types.

It’s a meat marketplace and you get to recognise many of the other regular attendees.

So, given that MY status on PoF hasn’t changed much in the past 2/3 years, how about the wimminz, because according to the common knowledge they are all in denial, which they get away with because they are constantly bombarded with interest from thousands of niggerz, so they won’t have changed much either.

Right?

Right??

Wrong.

I could sit down here with you and show you wimminz after wimminz that I met and fucked off PoF, thanks to Google and the cloud, and the trends and facts are absolutely indisputable.

When I first met and fucked them their PoF profile said they were looking for long term, or dating, or friends, and even those three categories are a progression, in that order, downwards… can’t tell you how many profiles I have seen that say “long term” so I send a quick message saying “FWB?” and 50% of the time I get a reply saying “yeah why not

But now it has gotten to the point where almost every page of results for “intimate encounter” contains one wimminz that I have fucked, back when she was looking for long term, and then dating, and then friends… as her SMV declined.

Their looks haven’t changed, because the psycho skank ho’s are using the same fucking profile pics and profiles as they were using two years ago.. you know, they can only access PoF via their smart-phone, but they have no way to take an up to date pic…. lol

So with the influx of downgraded “long term” relationship seekers to “intimate encounter” section, who come in along with their profile and profile photos, a funny thing happens, all the no public photo profiles on intimate encounter start sprouting photos to keep up.

Some of these are frankly fucking hideous, you’d almost think they profiles were made by a bunch of drunken MRA’s having a fucking laugh, first, we kidnap an orang utan, then we shave the fucker, then we dress it in walmart clothing and take a pic and use that for the profile photo….

Some of them are not bad looking early twenties whores, will fuck for cash.

But the rest of them are, you guessed it, wimminz who fell off the radar in the long term, dating and friends categories, went away, and came back with a new profile looking for intimate encounters, and then thanks to the influx mentioned previously start getting zero actions, so they have to out themselves with a public profile pic, and it is aha, it’s YOU, I remember you on here before….

So, if all the statements about how easy wimminz have it on dating sites are TRUE, how do you explain this race to the bottom, public profile pic, intimate encounter section, from wimminz who were looking for long term only with a list of other entitlements only a year or two ago?

Simply, you cannot, ergo the statements about how easy wimminz have it on dating sites ARE NOT TRUE, like chemical ali, the wimminz will never admit this… those that do realise this simply delete their PoF profile and stay at home with their cats.

You guys have to realise one thing, every wimminz out there who is the wrong side of 30, and most of the rest, send you a pic privately or via MMS, and they are expecting you to send a compliment back, ooh sexy baby, when you DON’T, because lets face it that shit is reserved for the teen flesh that ain’t ridden the cock carousel to the horizon and back, they fucking flake and drop out and seek another man who will pay them a compliment.

And then the shoe drops, I wasn’t the first fucker they tried, so lots of other guys out there seeing mutton dressed up as lamb and telling it like it is, and then the other shoe drops, the only guys giving any compliments at all are those saying “I’d love to fuck that” and that is all they are after, pump and dump.

Wimminz do projections, we all know this, so when they accuse guys of only wanting to pump and dump, it is projection…. but if you give a dog a bad name… so nowadays guys are saying fuck it, and only wanting pump and dump.

I have lost track of the sheer numbers of wimminz, basically >95% of them, whose first five messages include some comment to the effect that they are expecting me to be like all the other men on PoF, either only after pump and dump, or won’t even show up at a date.

When I say yeah, Mr Pump and Dump here, they are relieved, and often thank me for not being abusive, or insulting, or calling them names.

It doesn’t matter if they are 21 or 51, and I have done that range on PoF, the universal truth for all wimminz on all dating sites is the one thing that actually scares the living shit out of them, and which they will instinctively run away from, and that is anything that threatens to force them to confront their REAL SMV, which is approaching zero….. unfuckable… unless you ice the cake by saying no commitments no rules and I will be your dirty slut for the night and do anything you ask.

The Spearhead et al have it all wrong, wimminz are NOT reading 50 shades because they hope to find a young buck with a huge cock and a billion in the bank to waft them away in a learjet.

Wimminz be reading 50 shades because it is “How to get laid in 2012 for dummies and skanks

This is the shit you have to offer all men, in order to raise your SMV above zero… unfortunately being herd creatures all the other wimminz be reading it too… ain’t competition wunnerful…. lol

Apropos of nothing

Yesterday I was talking to a deadbeat dad, we got around to talking about what we do with our time, he leaned towards me and confided, that for 30 minutes a day he logs on to OKCupid, he isn’t after a wimminz or a penfriend or anything else, all he does for 30 minutes every day it sit there at the ratings page rating every single wimminz as 1 star, click, click, click, not even looking at the fucking profiles or pictures.

Meanwhile my long term FWB #1 is also seeing the writing on the wall for wimminz, joking with me about the floosies and hussies I am probably fucking when she ain’t here, and protesting undying love for me and the ground my cum drips upon.

And a whole new clutch of wimminz in my area join PoF, as they find that the traditional venues, real life bars and clubs, are turning into stony ground when it comes to finding some decent quality cock…. like Cheech & Chong said, Things Are Tough All Over.

 

August 20, 2012

I believe I can fly


When I was a small boy, I had all sorts of dreams and fantasies, X-ray vision, the ability to fly/levitate, being bulletproof, aliens coming down and recognizing that I was the smartest being on the planet and making me immortal and giving me a space station and a space battle fleet and a million robot army, building a super duper race car and entering and winning a world championship race, (dating myself here) being an engine driver for a steam locomotive, being a pilot…. you get the picture.

Of course, I was never in the slightest doubt that these were all pure fantasies, with zero possibility of ever happening, not a vanishingly small lottery jackpot winning possibility, but a zero possibility.

Now many years have passed, indeed, decades, and I could say the exact same things about any dreams of falling in love, being in love, the wimminz of my dreams, and all that crap.

Sure, I remember well the feeling of falling in love, and being in love, and it was fucking fabulous, but sooner or later it turns to shit and the pain that follows undoes all the good.

It’s a bit like the old joke about a guy fucking a wasps nest, afterwards, doesn’t matter what the hole was, the guy would poke it with a stick for a bit to see if any wasps flew out, before he got his cock out.

I will believe in the tooth fairly, santa fucking claus, and lucky rabbits paws, long, long, long before I will ever believe in love or NAWALT again, like santa and the tooth fairly, I grew out of them.

My birthday rolls around every year, as does Christmas, I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give anyone else presents, (not even allowed to give my kids any… lol) and I don’t want any myself, it means nothing to me, what does mean something is your company, hang out for an hour or five, that I appreciate.

Which makes me a motherfucker as far as toys-r-us are concerned, no belief in santa, and no access to anyone I give a shit about who does believe in santa, means toys-r-us can’t sell me a damn thing, at any fucking price, not interested.

You see the analogy between not believing in santa and toys-r-us never making a sale, and not believing in love / NAWALT and nobody pushing relationshits / marriage / respect for wimminz  all that crap meaning the wimminz never make a sale…

Beliefs and dreams are fairly easy to kill, and damn near impossible to re-install in a person.

The reason for this is that LOSING a belief or dream puts you waaay to hell and gone beyond the null point, which is having an open mind, neither believing nor disbelieving, losing a dream or belief means you will never ever buy that shit again, even if it is real.

Killer Klowns from Outer Space, I shoulda payed more attention to that film, and played it more often, it may just be correlation but every wimminz I have watched it with who was a psycho skank ho fucking hated it with a vengeance…. scared shitless of clowns… angered beyond belief that ___I___ found it fucking funny.

When the wimminz didn’t, there were shades of the disappointment a small kid feels when they know the grown ups aren’t really excited to see santa, they are just pretending…

That’s what all those dreams are, at heart, the illusion of being a part of something much bigger than ourselves, and that is what growing up is all about, the realisation is that there is no part of something, beyond a one way street from you to it illusion, part of the Army while you have something to give to it… part of a marriage while you have something to give to it…

In reality you are all alone, we all are.

I can’t feel your pain, or feel it for you, if I have been through the same shit, then maybe I can empathise and relate, but your hurting you do alone, and your overcoming it, or no, you also do alone.

Back when I was a dreamer, a believer, I might try and take that burden from you, hey baby, not to worry your car is fucked, you take mine, I will fix yours…

Now it’s “get that piece of shit towed and outta the highway.”

Now it’s “well you better get a taxi or bus to my place so you can suck my cock, or I’ll get some other slut.

Now it’s “what’s that, YOUR dreams and beliefs are going up in smoke, who gives a shit

Now I am all growed up I believe in my own personal experience and shit that I can t0uch and feel, and nothing else.

I’m a bit like the guy who fucked the wasps nest that one time, now I am gonna check first, every time, and if you don’t want me to check, that’s fine with me, I’ll just assume your cunt is full of wasps, and pass.

Some wimminz have looked at me, nodded in apparent solidarity and understanding, and talked about False Rape Accusations and the boy who cried wolf… I tell them, no, you still don’t fucking get it.

I don’t just disbelieve EVERY rape claim I hear automatically, but *perhaps* not those where the chick is on life support, I don’t actually give a flying fuck, even about the chick on life support.

NOT

MY

FUCKING

PROBLEM

You see I have lost the ability to believe that me giving a shit about anything to do with a wimminz or niggerz is ever going to be anything except a one way street.

That is a non-motherfucking-reversible, permanent, and profound change.

Wimminz and niggerz, like toys-r-us accountants, couldn’t give a fuck, after all, I am just one customer, and as P T Barnum said, there will be another sucker along any moment.

Until it stops… and between 30 and 50 thousand other fuckers are reading this shit every day, and this place is just one tiny pimple on the ass end of the MRA world.

You wimminz and niggerz, you have sweet fuck all to double down on with me, and my brothers, you are as dead to us as our childish dreams of X ray vision, flying cars, and NAWALT.

August 18, 2012

Ode to Nikola


no, not some skank ho slut, but Tesla

I very, very, very rarely meet anyone who actually understands what Tesla was all about, people just regurgitate the usual shit “point the phasers at the dilithium crystals and get a free earthquake machine and wireless power transmission”

Of course this isn’t helped by gross and criminal mis-characterisations of Tesla and his work, such as those of the 2006 film The Prestige

At the heart of Tesla was a quest for harmonics and frequencies and tuning, this is the foundation of 99% of his work, and lest you suffer from the impression that this is all well and good but Tesla coils are old hat now, consider that CURRENT experiments on Quantum data transmission are nothing more than a quest for harmonics and tuning, so that changes made to A are reflected in the state of B.

Of course Tesla was an engineer, and engineer’s have never been understood by the masses, a state of affairs not helped by world & dog taking mundane repetitive by the numbers tasks and then calling those who perform those tasks engineers… so we live in a world where a vending machine engineer can’t fix a loose tappet, and a software engineer can’t cut a thread, but they are all engineers.. m’kay..

Bill Lear was a fan of Tesla, you’ve probably never heard of Bill Lear, but he invented the 8 track cartridge, founded Motorola, and later started LearJet.

I have a book on my shelf here from 1913, just before the first “Big one”, The Cyclecar Manual, the section on magneto’s is of course a homage to the work of Tesla, but the book as a whole does a better job of explaining the workings over every car parked outside on my street today than anything currently in print or available online, for free or paid.

To a book collector it is worthless, 2nd edition, well used dog eared and coming apart at the seams (again, now if you google that phrase it will talk about clothes, not aviation, where it originated) but show it to any kind of real engineer and they go all Gollum, my precious… sorry, it was my grandads, not for sale at any price.

Those of you reading this blog, because of the main subject, wimminz, are probably aware of the huge chasm between what wimminz are allegedly like, and what wimminz are really like, but if you imagine a Google Earth view showing that vast and apparently bottomless chasm, then just pull back and gain altitude, and you will find it is actually no more than a rather small crease in a blasted and torn surface that is everyday human ignorance of the science and technology and nature FACT about the world in which we live.

You simple cannot fix the small crease that is feminazism without first addressing and either filling or bridging many of the genuinely huge chasms surrounding us WRT human ignorance.

I once again quote the late Carl Sagan (<– keyword searches on this blog are always good)

“We’ve arranged a soci­ety based on sci­ence and tech­no­logy, in which nobody under­stands any­thing about sci­ence and tech­no­logy.
And this com­bust­ible mix­ture of ignor­ance and power, sooner or later, is going to blow up in our faces.
I mean, who is run­ning the sci­ence and tech­no­logy in a demo­cracy if the people don’t know any­thing about it?”

… and observe yet again that the vast and profound implications of this statement alone are impenetrable to those who know nothing of basic science and technology.

Where ignorance = lack of knowledge and stupidity = refusal to accept knowledge, 99.99% of you are either too ignorant or too stupid to grasp the profound implications of Sagan’s words, at least those of you who are merely ignorant can be cured, those of you who are stupid can never be cured, you’d rather watch crap like The Prestige and call it “entertainment”

If you think that those who are running the western world are merely ignorant and not stupid, then you are either ignorant or stupid about their true nature.

For all their supposed ills, China was basically run by engineers, but the up and coming set are economists, only an engineer could have come up with one child per family and forced sterilization of wimminz who refused to obey…. and I don’t say that in a negative way about engineers…

Engineers are always the refuge of last resort for everyone else, when the ship is sinking due to overpopulation, lack of maintenance and everyone being on the entertainments and wimminz rights committees, they turn to the engineers for answers, and for no reason other than the fact that turning to the engineers is always the last resort in extremis, the solutions the engineers come up with are always very very tough.

Engineers do not relish tasks like “How do we control population explosion?” or “How do we dispose of a million Jews without poisoning the land or causing a plague?” or “How do we dispose of 8 millions human’s worth of crap per day, assuming each human produces 1 oz of crap per 12 lb of body weight per day?”

Engineers would much rather be working on flying cars, fusion power plants, moonbases, maglev trains, beanstalks and the like… but that is all actively economically discouraged.

Bill Lear would have been fucked if he lived in my city in 2012 as a young man, my nearest non ferrous metals suppliers are 45 miles away for aluminium alloys and 75 miles for copper alloys, and this is a fucking city, regional capital and MAJOR science and tech university centre, can’t do experiments if you can’t get any raw hardware…. so no Motorola and no LearJet.

That’s one thing we do not chart and track and count, the number of engineers that we are NOT creating every year.

Back in the 1980’s you could have talked to a German “mechanic” and he would invariably have been absolutely fucking stunned that his allegedly equivalent English “mechanic” had never even seen a lathe, much less able to use a simple 3 jaw chuck lathe to dress up a shaft ready for re-assembly.

The English “mechanic” could open packets and replace entire assemblies or parts, no “fitting” skills of any kind whatsoever, and everyone sat around wondering why the Germans had such a good name in engineering….

If you reading this are less than 50 you probably won’t even know what the fuck I am talking about when I say “mechanic” and “fitter”, after all, everyone today is an engineer or technician of some sort, nail technician, hair technician, cosmetics engineer…..

Google won’t tell you… you’ll get links to things like the Cambridge online dictionary that says “someone whose job is to repair or put together equipment or machines”

which is a bit like saying a surgeon is someone whose job is to make sick people better… shit that sounds easy-peasy, *I* could do that, hear me roar…

As a wimminz said to me not 5 minutes ago;

Can you not talk to me like I’m stupid

My reply;

Sure, as soon as you stop being stupid

Nota Bene – see above, stupid, not ignorant.

August 17, 2012

Desafio Total (2012)


So, the rework of Total Recall….

It’s closer to the book than the schwarts version, much more blade runner esque, but as usual fucked up beyond all credibility because Hausers’ “wife” is a hot skinny chick who can kick any ten men’s asses, and his girlfriend is also a hot skinny chick who can kick any ten men’s asses.

Both versions of course missed the point of the book, which was what happens when you get to re-write memory at will, which is re-writing history at will, and what you get is chaos.

Re-writing history at will is of course the stock in trade of wimminz and their niggerz in the secret family courts etc, it’s also the stock in trade of every wimminz you meet… threesomes / foursomes / moresomes all get written out.

Hauser’s actions were such that in reality there was not one single person that he did not at some point betray, in some version of his own personal history, but then again Dick’s main characters were always wimminz or niggerz deep down, just like Heinlein’s, they both worshipped the cunt way too much to be objective or realistic.

Very very very fucking rarely you will meet a wimminz who is wise to this, who knows that her personal history is a fucking mess, and who also knows that lying about it is instant death to any future relationshit, nevertheless, they want to have the small house in the country with the white picket fence and kids and loyal loving husband, and I tell them, yeah, but you’re damaged and well used goods, being honest about that is laudable and exceptional, but you’re still damaged and well used goods, and no man is going to want that.

My dad used to say that Roy Rogers never kissed a wimminz on screen, now, old Roy wasn’t the best actor in the world, and the plotlines weren’t that great, hell they were musicals, but at least he never had to cross the uncanny valley and kiss a wimminz on screen and totally screw up the image he was portraying.

Roy was also of course a singer and a horseman, and amongst other things he could handle a horse and often appeared with Trigger and little Trigger, but it was his lyrics that were remembered the most by dad and his friends, long after they had walked out of the cinema, and don’t forget, these were young men who had already lived through WW2

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

A woman’s like cactus and cactus can hurt
‘Cause she’s just a tight-waisted winky-eyed flirt
She’ll soon have your land and your pride and your gold
And bury you deep long before you grow old

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He’ll smile like a saint with a gun in his hand
He’ll promise to stick by your side like a pal
But he’ll also promise the same to your gal

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

Who carries your burden, who carries your load
On tumbleweed land or a long dusty road
Who asks you no questions, who tells you no lies
That four legged friend with the two honest eyes

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful four legged friend

That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

Horses or dogs, guess they both qualify, but in Roy’s day niggerz were hombres, but wimminz were indeed like cactus.

Back in 1952 it wasn’t the golden days for men, it was 35 years after the white feather campaigns and all that good stuff, sure, the contraceptive pill wasn’t out yet, but don’t let that fool you, everyone fucked around plenty… don’t forget nobody ever heard of DNA then….

What they didn’t have back then was the State paying single mommies to be single mommies, and putting them at the head of the social housing queue just because they were single mommies, and rewarding them for also making false accusations of DV to get the house/kids/alimony (there were plenty FRA’s though) and the beat goes on.

Nor did they have skinny sexy babes who could kick any ten men’s asses…. in a more realistic cinematic world when you came across a wimminz who could do one manly thing as well as a man, she was invariably non feminine and non sexy as a consequence…

Course, back in ole Roy’s day, lots of other things were more realistic on screen too, one bullet either killed you or took you out of the actions, as did one good fall or accident…. 100% of the male audience over 6 just lived through a fucking war… Bruce Willis would have amounted to a spitoon boy at best.

Fact is, what the SF writers were really writing about is a guvvmint or corporation or bank can’t start a war in a country full of men who came back from a fucking war less than a decade ago, that shit is all too fresh and too raw.

No, to start a war you need a citizenry that is pussified and coddled and divorced from reality, where characters like Bruce Willis are as hard as they come, and bullet hits only slow you down for a few minutes.

No realistic movies like Ice Cold in Alex, where getting food water and shelter sufficient to survive is half the battle, because the pussified and coddled and divorced from reality generations find that more improbable than Bruce Willis superhuman stamina and regenerative abilities.

So the Titanic is no longer about arctic ocean survivability, or lack thereof, and how quickly modern technology is anulled, totally… oh no, now it is a fucking rom-com.

My grandfather ran away to sea as a boy in WW1 and served in the Battle of Jutland, then in WW2 he served on the Murmansk convoys and got three separate ships torpedoed out from under him…. all in arctic waters.

You think he would have paid any attention to some skank ho in a family court demanding everything because she claimed she was in fear or her life from her violent nasty husband, who doesn’t actually have any record of violence…. he would have leant forwards, said “In fear of your life huh…” and laughed real hard.

When I was a boy I grew up in a world that still had destroyed buildings and empty lots from german bombs, and every man you met from the shopkeeper to your teacher, and ESPECIALLY all the cops, were veterans, all of whom would also have laughed at the notion of the wimminz being in fear of her life…. and gone very quiet and grim at the notion of what our so called leaders are doing today with econo-geo-politics…..  “Playing with fucking fire

Today, we don’t even have any new stories, all we have are sad remakes of stories that were told, without exception, originally, by people who lived through the last big one, and these stories are without exception so far devoid from reality that they make north korean propaganda films look like incisive scientific documentaries.

We live in a world where we don’t need aliens in spaceships or foreigners in tanks who hate us to invade, we live in a world where >50% of the population is already filled to overflowing with self loathing and hate, in an orgy of self consummation it is directed at ourselves, our men, our fathers, our sons, and indeed all the works of men, all the technological goals.

What could possibly go wrong?

August 16, 2012

Going on the game – please fuck me Sir….


Anecdotal time again.

The PoF “intimate encounter” section in my area has exploded with new users bearing a user-name consisting of “girls name + 3 or 4 digits”, usually in their early twenties, often with a revealing bikini / underwear photo, and yes they are all whores soliciting…. times be getting hard… lol

If you think asia is a bitch for anyone who used to earn a good living making sneakers, then the internet is a bitch for anyone who used to earn a good living in the sex industry, sure, you may be an experienced whore who can fuck good and deep throat a salami, but this chick and this chick and this chick will fuck for free… which brings us right back to the thing about a whore is you are paying her to leave after the fuck, but these chicks will do that too, for free.

You see, there is one trick dating sites like PoF have not deployed, and it ain’t because no one thought of it, so you still have to do this filtering manually, and this is the fuck search.

The fuck search is where you select REAL criteria, not horseshit like show me every Saggitarius over 5 foot 8 who is a non smoker within 50 miles of my zip code.

The fuck search is where you select BMI 22 or less, cup size DD or more, 5 foot or less, no kids, not looking for long term, within 50 miles of my zip code.

The wimminz will all be looking for Mr Christian Grey, 6 foot plus, 8 inches plus, less than 25 years old, and getting zero fucking matches….

The bulk of men will be eliminating 85% of the wimminz in any search they do.

Wimminz will leave the site in disgust, and the site will collapse and turn into a joke like Badoo or Wayn.

Thing is, deep down, men already know all about sex.

If you want to be and feel like the rampant 20 year old who can fuck from 6pm until 4am, it’s really not that hard, start with a fuckable wimminz, then exclude all possible distractions, TV, internet, email, mobile, music, just you and the skank ho in bed with nothing to do but fuck and nothing to talk about but sex… if you have pre screened (as per the internet dating articles here) for fuckable wimminz then you have selected a dirty and obedient slut and you have no problems.. just make sure you do everything the first night, cos there ain’t going to be a second.

If you want to have a totally unsatisfying asexual encounter, turn the TV on, turn the music on, check your email, check your phone, end up talking to the bitch and listening to her wittering on, end up EATING FOOD with the bitch, end up drinking alcohol with the bitch… you may get to dump one load into her and then it is time to make a fast exit thanks to Fake Call Me on Android.

Sometimes you do it the right way and then decide to have some fun, in lieu of paying a whore to leave, you fuck with the slut to leave, you’ve already noted all her hard limits in pre-meet chats (all saved to the cloud) so now you start pushing them.

Basically “bastard game” but from someone who has already had that poon, if you have found one of the very very few wimminz who claims never to have had a threesome, there’s a good starting point.. she’ll refuse, you say that’s too bad, ah well, plenty more fish in the sea, she will agree. AWALT… yet to meet a wimminz who hasn’t had a threesome, never mind foursome moresome.

If you don’t want to use and fuck her, then according to wimminz hard-wiring you be beta boy, if you do then you be alpha cock, if you get them to send you SMS messages archived to the cloud in the 3 or 4 or 5 day interval between first message on PoF and meeting-to-fuck, saying “Please fuck me Sir!” then you have made her classify you as alpha cock, just make sure you never relent, her job is to worship your cock, what SHE wants??? what more could she possibly want than to worship your cock and do anything you want sexually? No negotiation.

75% of wimminz already got that, or close enough to keep them happy for now, the fuckbuddy, they are on pof seeking the beta boy to watch TV with, listen to music, the whole domestic thing, you don’t want to be beta and she already has alpha cock, you have slim to none chances of breaking through that with your profile, it does happen, but rarely… play the waiting game.

Sooner or later she will ask her alpha cock fuckbuddy to let her choose something sexually, and he starts the inevitable and fast slide to beta boy status.

She’ll edit her profile subtly when that happens, so strike fast with a meet me.

As heartiste and others note, this becomes a self fulfilling prophecy, the more you can pimp yourself up, the more they say you are impossible and unbelievable, which is code for I’m getting ready for you to demand I send you SMS messages saying “Please fuck me Sir!

But the real value is Groucho Marx, “I wouldn’t want to join any club that would accept me as a member.” (4 minutes in)

Do you really want any kind of domestic relationshit with any skank ho who will/has done threesomes / foursomes / moresomes? Which is AWALT of course.

MANY years ago I used to think, “What the fuck is WRONG with me? Because I seem to keep attracting these weird and fucked up wimminz?” Clearly it was a defect in MY makeup, cos, you know, NAWALT.

It’s a coming of age thing when you wake up and smell the coffee and realise that there isn’t actually anything wrong with me, it is just AWALT.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a tough one to swallow, even an FRA may not do it, but sooner or later the penny will drop, and then where are you?

What do you do in a world where despite everything everyone says about wimminz, despite everything wimminz say they want, the truth on the ground where the rubber hits the road is “treat em mean and keep em keen” and you get “Please fuck me Sir!“, but treat them any other way and you become beta boy, while she keeps all holes open for alpha cock and cum, and YOU get to watch TV with them…

The first company to deploy WWW wide full facial recognition, matching and search is going to have as much fun as a rabbi on a planet of pork….

Take that photo of your wife in the delivery room holding “your” newborn, plug it in to mugshit.com and it does it’s thing, and presents you with 47 pages of links, saying stuff like “click here to watch gangbang julie take on 25 cocks” and you click the link and are presented with further links;

gangbang julie shoot #1
55 photos 29 minutes, 47 seconds of video

gangbang julie shoot #2
63 photos 43 minutes, 22 seconds of video

gangbang julie shoot #3
35 photos 22 minutes, 45 seconds of video

Then you notice the date of shoot #3, it’s after you married the slut… and then you remember her going off to stay with Aunt Maude one weekend when Aunt Maude was ill and the dog stole her zimmer frame etc.

If you’re really lucky the date of shoot #3 will be about 9 months ago… guess one of those condoms burst, or some of the not on camera action eg her fucking the cameraman, also known as mr alpha cock fuckbuddy bareback, was responsible.

She’ll throw a fit, her name is Sarah, this girl in the film is apparently called Julie, you can buy it, or become the target of some real abuse, six months later the marriage can fall apart and you can babysit your kid one night while Sarah is spending the night with me, saying “Please fuck me Sir!”… and if you think I am exaggerating the only made up part of that is mugshit.com and facial searches, what actually happened was a co-worker you showed your proud daddy photo to on your smartphone recognised the slut from realsexpass.com.

Course you only got your kid for a sleepover because she wanted to fuck me, her taking 300+ cocks a year in walmart low budget porn gang-bangs is no reason for her not to have default custody.

Hey, at least when you were together for 20 months she allowed you to demonstrate your love for her by letting your eat her cunt for 30 minutes at a time twice a week, and that fishy smell, nothing at all to do with the cock carousel and cum, you cocksucker by proxy you.

Rest assured, no matter what the outcome she will be exonerated, and you, well, you’re the fall guy innit.

You didn’t get the memo…. AWALT.

August 14, 2012

Hooyah

Filed under: Android — wimminz @ 3:19 pm

Quelle surprise

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August 13, 2012

Paedo love


Following on from yesterday’s True love post.

NOTA BENE – I have deliberately chosen a tough and emotive subject. Not for any reason other than it is a tough and emotive subject, which makes it a very strong test of the logic of anything I say now.

When I say “paedo” above I do not mean the accusation leveled at men in family court in order to gain a non-molestation order and sole custody of the kids, nor do I mean older people having sex with younger people who are above the age of consent, neither do I mean those who find those who are sexually mature but below the age of consent attractive.

Specifically, I am talking about a subset of those who find pre-pubescent kids sexually attractive, and the subset I am talking about is the one that actually fucks those kids.

(Nota bene, I did not say “men”, because just as many are wimminz)

I make this clarification not so much to make a point of using the correct definition for a word, but to make sure we all know exactly what we are talking about, adults who fuck small children, for values of small children meaning under 10 years old.

Got that?

Do you think that said paedo can look at themselves in the mirror and feel either;

  1. the same thing YOU feel when you look in the mirror
  2. fear loathing disgust hate etc

Now this is a critical thinking test, are you able to separate your feelings for paedos from the quite separate question being asked here, the question of self perception.

I hope so, because if the claims about the prevalence of paedos and rapists are true then every single day paedos and rapists are making major life changing decisions on your behalf, the air traffic controller, the hospital blood lab tech, the 911 dispatcher, the insulin vendor, the insurance adjuster, the tax collector…

If you are capable of this piece of critical thinking, you’ll see that the answer to the question above is #1

The question of whether the person looking in the mirror sees someone who does wrong / bad things and hurts others is quite the separate question.

Human nature is to deny this, methinks the lady doth protest too much, as the victim of a malicious FRA I might want to think that my mental processes have nothing whatsoever in common with those of my psycho skank ho ex who made the FRA against me, I might want to think that, but it isn’t true.

I have far more in common with her, on the level of mental processes, that I have to differentiate between us… to be sure, those small differences are very important, but they don’t change the fact that most of my mental processes and hers are alike.

Critical thinking, it has to be so, or all these deviants like paedos and my psycho skank ho ex would self terminate, the fact that they don’t is proof that when they look in the mirror, what they feel isn’t that far from what you or I feel.

The stuff they don’t like, well, that is easy explained away by externalizing everything, in my psycho skank ho ex’s case everything will be my fault, and the fault of every other man she has ever known… in the case of the paedo it will also be externalized in exactly the same way.

And this, my friends, is the point of this little piece of critical thinking, the OUTCOMES may be different in the case of a paedo fucking a ten year old, my psycho skank ho ex making an FRA against me, and me deciding not to pay out on a bet I lost that my car was faster than yours down the strip, but the MENTAL PROCESSES are the same.

Here is another piece of critical thinking, does it matter to you if you get back to your car and the stereo is still in it, because;

  1. I did not steal it because it is morally wrong and do unto others etc
  2. I did not steal it because I don’t want to get caught and convicted and pay the consequences

It *might* matter if you know me personally, #1 makes me more suitable as a friend, but other wise?

Let’s go back to the paedo, but this time we are talking about the paedo that has the urges, but refuses to act on them, does it matter to you if;

  1. your kid is safe because the paedo knows that to act on those urges would be wrong and would injure an innocent child
  2. your kid is safe because the paedo doesn’t want to do 20 to life

Sure, tough question, because to answer it you have to question a whole load of basic stuff about YOUR life, because what you really want is a third option, where the paedo is segregated from society at birth, because that option means you do not have to analyse your own mental processes… you just want to look in the mirror like me and be OK with what you see.

So now we have two examples, (three if you include the FRA) the car stereo thief and the paedo, and while we WANT to separate these two as widely as possible, as we can see, the same mental processes and choices are present in both…. do I refrain because it is just plain wrong, or do I refrain because it will cost me personally?

Clearly, as I have discussed previously in standards, we all got em, re the porn sluts, relying on people refraining from doing bad stuff because it is just wrong doesn’t get us very far, because there are enough out there with enough different standards that sooner or later your path is going to cross someone who has wildly different standards to you.

They will do stuff that will hurt you, but to them, genuinely, they have done nothing wrong.

Enter codified and standard penalties and punishments.

Are you now driving 20 in a 20 limit because it is safer for the pedestrian if you should have an accident, or because you don’t want the fine and ticket and insurance increase?

Probably, like most humans, a bit of both, and the amount of each varies from day to day, but overall you always stay on this side of the line.

Go back to the car stereo thief and paedo, probably, in most cases, a bit of both, a varying amount each day, but overall they stay this side of the line.

Once you indulge in this bit of critical thinking, and grep that it is the MENTAL PROCESSES that we all share in common that are at work here, you are ready for the next step.

Quantitatively and qualitatively, it is much worse for society and the individuals concerned, if one paedo is pushed over the line from restraint to action, than if a car stereo thief is pushed over the line from restrain to action…. but at the MENTAL PROCESS level, it is the same thing, just a push from this state to this state, from the range 0.0 to 0.49, into the range from 0.5 to 1.0, the binary 0 to 1, from inaction to action, from did not to did.

You will probably object, how dare I compare jacking a stereo to raping a kid, which is a straw man argument, because the whole point is that I am not doing this… jacking the stereo and raping the kid are actions that take place after the binary shift from 0 to 1, I’m talking about what makes the binary shift in MENTAL PROCESSES from 0 to 1

200 years ago you would have been asking what the fuck I was on about, if I was discussing rape in the same breath as an adult being in a sexual relationship with a 12 year old, because the latter was quite legal..

The proof of what I am saying lies in the simple fact that making an FRA is now so routine that police do not even prosecute, except in the most egregious cases, eg where they themselves have been made to look like complete assholes by the FRA claimant.

Once this (bearing false witness) was considered a terrible crime, there is no commandment that thou shalt not have sex with 15 year olds, or 17 year olds if you are their teacher…

How to you create a set of circumstances that will promote the binary shift from 0 to 1 in MENTAL PROCESSES with regards to ;

  1. jacking stereos
  2. raping children
  3. making FRAs

The answers are of course quite simple, because we human being aren’t really that complex, and we don’t really think a lot about stuff before choosing an action

  1. make the penalties for jacking a stereo lower than the benefits to the potential thief, so create an environment where a stereo = a couple of small rocks of crack.
  2. make the definition of children ambiguous, by sexualising children as young as possible, kiddies beauty pageants, whores outfits for 6 year olds, padded brassieres for 8 year olds, and sidelining and ignoring all the quiet kids, while removing the traditional protections, the father of the household
  3. reward those who make them while emasculating those who they are made against
  4. In all of the above, the more you can make it happen, the more common you can make it, the easier it is to get the next person to flip that switch from 0 to 1, after all, everyone else is doing it…

So, here I sit….

False accused of rape, domestic violence, of wanting to fuck my own flesh and blood kids up the ass.

see above, two forces, 1 it’s morally wrong, 2 I get punished

If ever anything was going to push a man to cross a line it is the above, and yet I did nothing, not even enough for her to go to the police and claim fear… but, if you think that because the above accusations and the consequences of them were not enough to push me from 0 to 1 in the MENTAL PROCESSES that turn inaction from action in this case, then no changes were made in my mental processes, you would be totally wrong.

Not merely totally wrong, but FATALLY wrong, should your continued existence or welfare depend upon me making the “right” decision or doing the “right” thing.

If you think the changes made in other areas of my mental processes were to push thresholds closer to the boundary between action and inaction, you would also be totally wrong… it has pushed me the other way… MGTOW’s do not “see” wimminz and kids being mugged and raped and abused.

Now, if you have been able to control your revulsion at the subject matter, and follow the critical thinking, we are finally at the meat and potatoes of this post.

Asking me to go back to being a citizen, because it was all a big misunderstanding, a temporary blip of feminazi insanity, and frankly the world desperately needs engineers like yourself right now, write your own cheque… is gonna fall on stony fucking ground.

I cannot CTRL-Z undo the changes in my mental processes any more than a car stereo jacker can walk past a car with a top of the range Blaupunkt fitted and not see it, or a paedo can walk past a tots beauty pageant and not see the posters outside advertising it.

I must stress this analogy, all three examples above are examples of INACTION, things were seen, “opportunities” (whether right or wrong) were noted, and inaction was selected over action, the inaction potentials exceeded and overwhelmed the action potentials.

In a world that focuses on ACTION potentials, inaction potentials are the ash that chokes the fire.

I am no more likely than I was 5 years ago to rape my girlfriend, to beat her, to fuck my own kids up the ass, not just a case of binary 0 still being binary 0, but to three significant places 0.002 is now 0.001 and so far away from the 0.4999 tipping / rounding point as to be meaningless, approaching zero so closely as to be zero.

However, I am now binary 0 (inaction) where I abso-fucking-lutely would have been and indeed was binary 1 (action) where it comes to protecting my psycho skank ho ex from harm, and that has been extended to the secret family courts, police, and indeed wimminz and niggerz and the state in general.

And that should fucking terrify you, because though I say so myself, my personality and experiences and abilities made me one of those men who could get shit done, whatever the odds.

Shades of this ongoing story

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2187320/Tia-Sharp-murder-Mother-breaks-house-body-lay-week.html

All I see when I read the series of articles about this developing story is that I have yet to see a single mention of the dead girl’s biological father, or his thoughts and feelings… but I can guess the backstory.. and at the end of the day it was a girl killed, not a boy, so no big deal in the great scheme of things.

Just as the right thinking tend to reject everything about paedos, including denial of the 99% of mental processes that we share with all human beings, paedos included, the wimminz and niggerz will reject with horror everything I say here, and everything I am and everything I stand for, but I share 99% of mental processes with them.

That 1%, that wasn’t where I accepted responsibility for my own actions and deeds, I always did that, the really significant portion of that 1% is the bit where I “manned up” and accepted responsibility for the false and malicious allegations of my psycho skank ho ex, and the actions of the secret family courts, police, state, all of whom were following their own personal advancement agendas.

I manned up and smelled the fucking coffee and decided, inaction potential win the day;

FUCK

YOU

ALL

Hope ya’ll like the bed you’ve made for yourselves, because you’ve utterly alienated those who could pull your balls out of the fire, and when I say “alienated” I mean I will listen to your pleas and entreaties after the last paedo has their wishes granted.

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