Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

July 10, 2012

Udder sizes


I have literally no idea how many wimminz tits I have seen, sucked, bitten, squeezed, etc.

Being a man, I will be the first to admit that wimminz dress sizes mean nothing to me, a fact not helped by the typically wimminz thing where any given dress size is actually a variable, so what hangs on a rack in a shop today with a Size 12 label could well have been called a Size 14 or more only a decade or so ago.

Being a man, one thing I do understand is 36-24-36, and C cup.

That shit all makes perfect sense to me and I can picture it accurately…

Something else I know is that all wimminz know a good set of udders is always a plus point in the SMV (Sexual Market Value) stakes.

Which is why, all wimminz, without fucking exception, lie about the size of their udders.

You know when you go into a shop to buy a paper, and the shopkeeper gives you the wrong change… well, that shit can happen, but when every time you go into a shop, and every shop you go into all give you the wrong change, and that wrong change is ALWAYS in their favour, then it is no longer carelessness or stupidity… it is policy.

Now I myself may not be a horse, but I am reasonably well endowed, and like all men I have taken a tape measure to it and know how long it is on average and how thick it is, and so I went though a period where I was basically asking wimminz prior to fucking them and at around about the exchanging dirty pics by MS stage, what size cocks they had had in the past.

Then I would meet / meat these wimminz in the flesh, and they would generally (not all) make some comment about my size, such as “you’re bigger than my ex and he had eight inches

So I’d look at mine and imagine something smaller and wonder how her ex arrived at a length of eight inches, did the guy measure from his asshole forwards or what???

And then as you do eventually you start meeting one or two of your fellow sperm  brothers who have pumped and dumped the same skank ho’s, some before you, some after, and sooner or later the conversation goes around to this very subject.

Now, prior to this point, I just assumed guys were lying to get laid, in the same way that wimminz lied about their udder sizes, and why not…

But when you start to have the conversations, all I found was guys being very candid and honest, with a mean/median number of anglo saxon white guys stating that their cock was between 5.5 and 6 inches in length, which ties in EXACTLY with every physical study ever made (ps these same studies show that anglo saxon males have the biggest cocks on the planet ON AVERAGE, bigger than wogs, bigger than anyone else) and all of them flatly denied lying to the wimminz to get laid.

Then I met one, then another, who had pumped and dumped two different sluts right after me, and sure enough, they were told that her last “beau”, me, had a monster cock… now I KNOW I didn’t fucking lie to the bitches.

I then started talking to these sperm brothers and thinking about wimminz and their cunts, and they all claimed to have small neat and tight cunts, including those wimminz who had had a string of womb turds and whom I could fist with no lube, and how they were all shocked and disbelieving when I told them that no, men did not all want tight virginal twats, most of us were quite happy to play with a large cunt that could take a horse quite easily… provided she was kinky and obedient and didn’t yap.

It all seemed very counter intuitive, as a man you would suspect the wimminz would all claim that the (very few.. lol) previous cocks they had had were pencil dicked mofos, and of my god what a cock you real man you… but no…

So then I started talking to a couple of wimminz I know, who are pretty grounded in reality and pretty honest (yeah, I know, but they are both unfuckable…) and they both said the exact same thing.

To a wimminz, fucking a guy who “only” had a very slightly below average five inch cock was a direct reflection upon her own worth, when it came to talking to other wimminz, and this is where the penny dropped, the wimminz on the wine with the other wimminz comparing slut stories was behind all this, and none of them would willingly admit to being fucked by a “mere” five inch cock.

Hence, “Yeah, vince is going bald and has a beer gut and drives a citroen and has a loser job as something in IT, but he has a nine inch cock and can breathe through his ears”

At which I perked up, and the next night back with the sperm brother shooting the shit, I remembered this comment during all the “Yeah, Suzy, did you ass to mouth her dude?” contrast and compare stories, and said wait a minute, I have a question for y’all.

Can we come up, between us, with 50 unique individual wimminz that we have between us fucked in the past year or so… yes, lets each of us hold the memory of those wimminz in our heads for a moment, now the question, which is in two parts.

1/ How many of them did you go down on (cunnilingus) at all?

2 How many of them did you go down on PROPERLY till they came?

Now, see previously, according to the wimminz it was all of us, and I always assumed I was a bit weird because I have only ever done it to perhaps 4 wimminz in my entire life, only once each, and when I was *much* younger, but at the time I knew a couple of guys who claimed to be totally fucking apeshit for eating cunt.. but they were both Marines… lol

NONE of these guys went down on any of the wimminz they had been with in the past year, not even for one second. Every single one of them had a “eww fucking yuk” expression, I may as well have come back from the toilet with my kaks around my ankles and said there was no toilet paper, would they lick my ass clean.

By then one of the aforementioned wimminz had joined us, and dropped a bombshell, and then another far bigger one.

First she said that you know all this shit about how all men lie to all wimminz all the time, well the truth is all wimminz lie to all other wimminz all the fucking time, ESPECIALLY about men/sex with men.

Well, no prizes or surprises there.

Then she said why the fuck do you guys think some wimminz become lesbians, and no not lesbians generally, but butch / on top / dominant lesbians….

To get someone to lick their cunt on demand, because lets face it, the “feminine” lesbian parter is a wimminz, and all she has heard is lies from other wimminz on how men eat cunt for a passtime…. so she is just doing what she has been told all men do… and the only way she will ever find out different is by fucking a series of men.

“Oh fuck” I said, because I just then connected the dots, the wimminz who had been saying this, the wimminz who as I said previously was unfuckable but reasonably well grounded and reasonably honest, the wimminz who basically hated all other wimminz, was an ex fucking lesbian “bottom”….

Lesbian “tops” are the ones who get the surgically enhanced breasts… lol

 

July 4, 2012

Genetic Engineering


No, I am not so much thinking of gene splicing in a lab, or come to that the OMD track, but rather the real world experiments that is life itself.

Once notable thing that the feminazis and niggerz have inscribed into their DNA is the belief that they can, like some large corporation, externalise everything they don’t like or want.

The trouble with externalising everything is that it is only a workable policy in the short term, if you take the longer term you can see a multi-stepped chain of cause and effect in say, externalising the costs of making iCrap products in China.

Nota Bene, I am NOT talking about offshoring, which is a purely economic thing, Hung Pow will work for 5 bucks a day and no medicare or anything else, that is offshoring… externalising is when you follow Hung Pow home at night and see the migrant workers slums he lives in, then the next link in the chain to the subsistence farmers who used to work that land, then the next link in the chain to the extreme density and proximity of people and livestock, humans / pigs / chickens, and next thing you know Bird Flu jumps a species barrier again, and that gets shipped back to the USA/EMEA along with the boxes of new iCrap products.

My psycho skank ho ex and the secret family courts think the actions that they have taken, and the attitude that they have forced me to adopt in response, is the end of that particular story… instead it is just the beginning of a much longer and more complex story.

My psycho skank ho ex and the secret family courts think the actions that they have taken, and the attitude that they have forced me to adopt in response, isn’t going to propagate any further changes in the world, or to anyone else, least of all by some circuitous route back to them, now that THEY have stopped what THEY were doing, instead that too is just the beginning of a much longer and more complex set of consequences.

Just as in the crammed together humanity and livestock in China, afterwards you can’t really establish a patient zero, it is more of case of if you encourage, either by action or inaction, by direct control or by direct externalisation, such living conditions, it is more a case of when, rather than if, Bird Flu #3 jumps the species barrier, so the identity and personality and so on of patient zero is not relevant, because any one of the people forced to live like that could become patient zero.

Of course, it was a man, Newton, who coined the phrase “Every action has a reaction”, so it should not come as a huge surprise that the wimminz and niggerz do not, and will not, understand this…

But nevertheless, it is fact, and we are indulging in MASSIVE social and genetic and psychological and indeed economic experimentation, upon ourselves as a whole.

In truth, it is even worse than this, we are not making one change, then taking notes and incorporating these findings into the next phase of treatment, what we are doing is simply doubling down every time we note that the desired end result has not yet materialised.

2 pills didn’t work, lets try 4, that didn’t work, lets try 8, that didn’t work, lets try 16, patients start dying of overdoses, well there was obviously something ELSE wrong with them, for them to have had such an unusual reaction, rinse and repeat.

Sooner or later you get to the stage that we are in now.

Where nobody who is alive is old enough to remember the average “control” status of things, before this great experiment started…..

… and then you get the flipside of this, I was born in the fifties, and I can barely open a so called “news” article and not come across the phrase “… since records began in xxxx” where xxxx is something like 1985, when I was already a man with a trade ploughing my own furrow in this wacky world…

Because of course any evidence that contradicts the aims of the current experiment must simply be erroneous data, so we discard it, hell, lets just discard EVERYTHING that does not fit in with the aims of the experiment.

Idiocracy was SUPPOSED to be a fucking comedy, not a guide book…

So now we are in a place where those running the ongoing experiment are themselves products of an earlier stage of that same experiment, the nearest thing to “control factors”, people like us, have opted out and bailed out, preferring to watch the slow motion train crash from the very rear of car #99 at the back of the train, let all the asshole experimenters ride in first class up the front…

all of which brings us to the other player, the one behind the curtain, the one with the 5 MILLION year plan, nature.

Nature is like the Chinese… if YOU think those fuckers are playing the loooooong game, you should see it from THEIR side, 2,000 year old experiments with fiat currency and 200 year old experiments with leveraged western banking systems are not something that they are on the outside of looking in.

The Chinese are in Africa in a big way, and they are in Africa the way the white man was at the beginning, accepting that the black african native is both lazy and stupid, and importing their own labour.

The Chinese are building ready made cities in Angola, urbanisations that will house 75/100 thousand people, built in exchange for local mineral resources, and these places stand empty, because the locals cannot afford them, so they sit there, waiting… waiting…

Until the west starts to collapse properly and we can no longer afford to project military and economic might, and suddenly 100,000 Chinese will move into that empty urbanisation and then it is game over for the Angolans, excepting a few corrupt politicians and generals, who will be enjoying themselves in Acapulco spending Chinese money.

Meanwhile back home here in the west, Nature will continue her experiment, and when the wimminz and niggerz want to stop and wind back the clock, Nature will step in and press the pedal to the metal, and it will be a very bad time to be a wimminz or a niggerz, sat screaming in first class at the front of the train as it rushes headlong into the buffers.

July 1, 2012

Here lies John Brown’s body


Everything is a finite resource, as the wimminz are finding out, the amount of chivalry, or willingness to eat shit, in John Brown, Jon Doe, Joe Public et al is also finite.

Once that reserve is used up, as far as the wimminz and niggerz be concerned, you might as well be mouldering in the grave, they have no use for anything or anyone that they have to use for, if it has no utility to them, they discard it as so much crap.

I want to divert you from this for a moment, think of all the zombie movies you have ever seen, and all the zombie books you have ever read.

In the REAL WORLD, if some zombie plague ran riot and converted 99% of the population into the walking dead, you wouldn’t need to shoot the in the head to destroy them, all you have to do is wait 72 hours for the flies to have landed and the first eggs to have hatched, and the maggots to crawl out.

In cinematic horror terms, the walking dead would be far more horrific than rent open bodies, blood stained clothes and a blue complexion, they would be crawling with maggots too.

In the real world in another 168 hours, no matter how hale are hearty they were before being zombified, the maggots would have eaten enough connective tissue for the zombie to be rendered immobile, another 144 hours would see them reduced to bone, cartilage and hair.

It is both a testament to, and an indictment of, western civilisation that 99.99% of people are so far removed from fundamental biological principles that they do not understand that only ongoing life holds the corruption of death at bay.

Frankly, the maggots don’t give a fuck what your beliefs were before you became zombified, what sex you were, what your politics were, what station you held in life, to them all flesh is grass and they are there to graze.

Burying our dead in boxes, or setting fire to them, and buying our meat in shrinkwrap or tins, and having weekly refuse collections and sewerage systems, has hidden all this from most of us.

But it doesn’t make it go away, it just hides it from public view, security theatre at its finest.

Similarly, things like PoF that extend a wimminz ability to effectively put an interested male on hold, while sampling some of the other interested males, does nothing to change a man’s innate biological programming.

Putting a man on hold is like refusing to put more than 5c on a bet with that individual man that you and he have ANY kind of future together, it created an instant biochemical change, that man will never, ever, ever play “all or nothing” with you ever again, no matter how long you may live, no matter how long you have a hole in your ass.

He may indeed play with you again at some point in the future, but not with his whole wallet on the table, and not for keeps, just for fun and shits and giggles.

Just as it is in the nature of the maggot to put its entire life into eating THIS meal, irrespective of the quality, it is in the nature of a man to play all or nothing and to commit totally to his first woman, his first born, his first car or motorcycle, and when those things are taken away, to indulge in nostalgia.

Not for the love, or the innocence, or the wasted years, or the possibilities, or any of the other things the wimminz or niggerz assume, but for the simplicity and purity of being in a place where you GENUINELY looked forward with you entire being and saw nothing more than putting your entire life into eating THIS meal, and being eminently satisfied with that.

I have over the years ridden just about every motorcycle ever made, over vast distances and many national and cultural borders, and while I might smile at the thought of being born on a a Harley (and whenever we say that, we mean a particular model, and specific individual bike) the fact is I would have been quite happy to settle for my first bike that I owned myself, a BSA A10, and still be riding it, and to have never ridden another bike.

When I look back in “nostalgia” at my old A10 and the adventures we had, I’m not blind to the fact that I have ridden much better bikes, in any way that you care to characterise “better”, but the fact is I would have been CONTENT to stick with the A10, and forsake all others.

It is that ability to be content that I mourned with nostalgia for many years, not the A10, and it is only now, 35+ years later, that I have again reached a place where I am content to keep my current bike, and never ride anything else ever again.

I have rediscovered my ability to be content, and I have done so by rejecting all of those who would take away the meal before me at a whim, all those would would place me on hold, in all walks of life, not merely wimminz and niggerz.

You get ONE FUCKING CHANCE to take my call, and hang up all other calls and call waitings, and deal with me exclusively, and this very INSTANT you fail to do that, well fuck you and this meal you claim to be setting before me, AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU CLAIM TO OFFER ME IN THE FUTURE.

If you are not prepared to make me your priority, then you have absolutely nothing I am interested in, to me you are just a meal for other less fussy maggots.

You are the walking dead zombie emperor, not only do you have no clothes, the fine raiment you think you wear is nothing more than a coat of maggots, consuming your dead flesh.

Soon enough, you too will be mouldering in the grave, along with everything you did, everything you claimed to believe in, everything you were, everything your could have been.

There will be nobody to mourn you, not even the flies and worms and bacteria that made you their last meal.

Go on to PoF and ask where have all the good men gone, announce that you are looking for your soul mate, and understand that what we actually hear is “Where have all the good maggots gone?” and “I want my soul maggot!”

A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle, or like a zombie apocalypse film needs maggots to cure the problem in less than a fortnight, it is the “uncanny valley” of feminazism, the gulf that cannot be crossed, and the only tool in the box to counter this is the suspension of disbelief….

…. rather like the unaired pilot for the 2000 remake of The Time Tunnel, in which our wimpy male hero is accompanied by Mr Steroid Abuse, and two wimminz, one white and one black, one kick-ass and one super smart, and they all don GI rags and transport themselves back to the World War 2 trenches in France, and not only do the two chicks rock, none of the 1943 GI grunts in the trenches even notices two wimminz in tailored fatigues…

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I will close with a word or warning for those who place their trusts and hopes for the future in “Market forces“…

My current / final motorcycle, nobody know what it is, even what make it is, it has been altered to such an extent that even older bikes wander up and say “Is that a xxx?” when looking at the engine, and even then they are not sure, because so many alterations have been made (and no, there are no telltale badges or embossed castings left)

It does not have indicator lamps, it does not need them, like everything else (including the pillion seat) extra to the basic premise has been removed, everything else has been altered and evolved.

I mention indicators for a specific reason, yesterday I drove an absolute top of the range top spec german automobile, it didn’t have any “lamps” at all, in the filament sense.

Back in the day a turn signal was a clear 12 V lamp with a 4/5 watt filament housed in an amber lens, 4 watts at 12 volts DC is 1/3rd of an ampere… one turn lamp and the front and one turn lamp at the rear draws 2/3rd of an ampere, so the “indicator” circuit only needed a switch, and a can containing a bimetallic strip that was heated enough by 2/3rd of an amp to break the circuit, on / off / on / off every second or so.

Das new kraut auto had no lamps, in the filament sense, everything was LED’s

Suddenly you can’t use the mechanical properties of a bimetallic strip passing current to make your blinkers blink, so you have to make up a PCB, presumably based somewhere on a 555 timer circuit and an oscillator.

Now, electronics CAN be made as rugged and long lasting as anything mechanical, but that costs money, and this is where your “market forces” come into play… so shave 5 cents off here, 10 there, 15 there…

Which is why the top of the range all the extras brand spanking new german luxury limo had non functioning indicators, and instead of popping into an auto factor to buy a replacement generic bulb, or a replacement generic “indicator flasher” can, the on board computer told the new owner to take the car to the authorised dealer for a repair….

 

 

June 26, 2012

Lulz2

Filed under: Android — wimminz @ 1:58 pm

This wimminz comment on the below story tells you everything you need to know about wimminz

“(to) Greg. London. How dare you compare abortion to the murder of these helpless children. You are a man, you have no right to comment on abortion. When you are able to give birth, then you have the right to comment!

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June 25, 2012

For the lulz

Filed under: Android — wimminz @ 10:19 pm

I threw my kids away…..

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The 55 gallon red pill.


Since I have just about been asked for the 99th time so far this year, fuck it, this is where I alienate EVERYONE, with the biggest and baddest red pill on planet earth.

Leave now, and read no further, unless you want your mind altered forever…

Still here?

OK, here we go then.

Hopefully you will have accepted by now that AWALT, All Wimminz Are Like That, and internalised the consequences of that realisation.

Thing is, the rabbit hole goes MUCH deeper, and that is where we are going now, what makes AWALT.

What has really prompted the !99! similar questions, is the never ending succession of wimminz in the news and in trouble for fucking their students, fucking their sons, fucking the neighbourhood donkey, fucking the local football team in a gang-bang, etc etc.

I have at one time or another fucked just about every type of wimminz out there, and I have come to the conclusion that deep down, for values of deep that may vary from needing a glass of vodka to needing no excuse at all, all wimminz will fuck absolutely anything, no limits whatsoever.

Where the 55 gallon red pill comes into play is all wimminz know this, to them it is like the little devil on their shoulder whispering in their ear, and on the other shoulder is the little devil of public perception, telling her not to do that, because it will make her a slut in they eyes of other wimminz.

So all wimminz are constantly torn, like an alcoholic working as a bartender, between this one voice telling them to drink the fucking place dry, and the other voice warning them that nobody likes a lush for a bartender.

It is this constant internal conflict that makes the wimminz crazy, and is the supercharged big block driving their hamster wheel, and this is where all their projection onto evil men and dead beat dads and paedophiles and rapists come from, the wimminz just naturally assume that men will do these things, because after all, THEY would.

Once you swallow THIS 55 gallon red pill, ALL the wimminz psycho behaviour becomes apparent, when one wimminz discovers another wimminz has been fucking her man, blame the man, because there is no point blaming the other wimminz (hate on her by all means) because the other wimminz is driven by the same urges to fuck anything.

There used to be an old series of adverts for a vermouth with the brand name of Cinzano.

The tagline was “Any time, any place, any where.

And that basically sums up the wimminz little devil on their shoulder, but it omits the “Any thing” it has to be said.

God fucking help you if you end up with your ex wimminz going to the police against you, because guess what, if the allegations involve domestic violence or sexual abuse the police in question will also be wimminz.

The social workers who then get involved in the “welfare” of your kids will be wimminz.

Chances are, you ex’s lawyers will also be wimminz.

If you are having a REALLY shit day, the judge may also be a wimminz.

NO ACCUSATION OR ALLEGATION OR CLAIM made to any of these other wimminz by your ex will be seen as insane and fucked up beyond all belief and too far fetched to take seriously.

If you psycho skank ho ex claims you made her blow the donkey in the yard so that you could upload it to youtube, all these other wimminz will INSTANTLY buy it, because all of them, including your psycho skank ho ex, will fuck ANY THING, ANY TIME, ANY PLACE, ANY WHERE in true Cinzano girl style, they ALL have that little devil on their shoulder, and remember, all these people are paid NOT to judge your psycho skank ho ex, so the devil on her other shoulder just got told to shut the fuck up.

If your psycho skank ho ex claims you also fucked her sister and her (adult) daughter, they will all believe it, because they all would.

If your psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning on fucking her sisters (adult) sons, and husband, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

If your psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning on fucking her and her sisters underage sons and daughters too, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

If you psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning to fuck your OWN underage kids, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

If you psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning to fuck all the pets and livestock in the area, and all the vegetable down the mall, and every other object and piece of furniture you can get you hands on, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

And this, SPECIFICALLY, is the 55 gallon red pill, human beings only readily accept and believe shit that they themselves would do or have done, or have thought about doing, or had urges to do.

Authority and control are to wimminz what medication is to a fruitcake, what cuffs and manacles are to a violent criminal, what the gallows is to a murderer.

Taking authority and control away from a wimminz is like taking a fruitcake off their meds, all they have left are the voices in their head, saying fuck anything, anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

I have never actually caught myself in a situation where I over-estimated how low and dirty a wimminz was prepared to go, or had gone, morally…. without exception, every single time I thought I might have, some other “new low” came out, “yeah, when I said “threesome” I actually meant with my brother and stepbrother…” it was only a matter of waiting long enough… and beyond every story they will ADMIT, there are at least three further levels of depravity to the basement that they are NEVER going to admit to.

No, it’s not rape and incest, it is “genetic attraction“, and all the wimminz and niggers buy that shit, because hey, they can relate, so the bitch gets 4 years for making porn with her own underage son.

June 24, 2012

Play-giarism


Comment of the decade from a poster over at ZeroHedge in a story about US Army “exercise” in St Louis.

i in dere army as well and i cant wates for der call up to kick some ass holes at home.

ares chef of staffs says we needs marshell law in der homelands  here cos of all der drug dealers,pinko liberoil scum and teroists from? mexico.

wee needs to rounde  ups  der ajitaters  round dem ups now befors day can kauss trobles

god willing we make der usa free  and holesum again like befores we can makes it better likes we  did in iraq and afganastan and libeya

i discuted der way eyes in treeted in walmart yasterday.we heroes marines daserve raspect god dammit fores ares sacrafice.

i ready to fight for my contry in my contry usa 

i ask der chef if i can bee drafted to californica cos i wood like to rapes der girls dere

eye is exsited about californica as eye hot for der young actris scarlet johanhanhanssonson she nice

semper fry

June 23, 2012

Where have all the good men gone redux

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:41 pm

It is an age old truism that you have to LIKE the person you are with for it to have any kind of future at all.

It is of course hard / impossible to like a spoiled brat.

The upside of pornography is of course that you ONLY get the visual cues, you are protected from exposure to the sink full of dishes, the world owes me a living because I was born with a cunt attitude, and the harsh reality of the Police turning up after a fake DV accusation.

Which is just as well, because as soon as those aspects of reality intrude, the attractiveness of the wimminz in question disappears out the window.

Where have all the good men gone? Y’all shit on us so extensively and so completely that we have all learned the lesson, to treat wimminz with the contempt they deserve.

Which brings me back to PoF, and I am definitely seeing a change in attitude in the wimminz, both desperation and frustration are leeching into their profiles and attitudes so strongly that they cannot even fake it in an online dating profile.

Stamps feet. WHY hasn’t PoF brought me my niggerz in shining armour yet!!!

Of course, as more and more of the “real wimminz nature” seeps through, they get less and less fuckable, and as they get less and less fuckable, more and more of the real wimminz nature seeps through.

Which brings us right back to the beginning, you have to LIKE the wimminz you are with, to stay with her, which brings us to one of the old standby’s of men’s relations with wimminz, the sheer number of men who think to themselves that there is something wrong with them, because they seem to attract so many fucked up wimminz and so few decent ones.

The fact is, if there are mainly fucked up wimminz, or to be realistic ONLY fucked up wimminz whose fuckups you know about, and fucked up wimminz whose fuckups you do not yet know about, then the problem is not with you.

So, in the spirit of full disclosure, and this is not an exhaustive or complete list, here are some examples of the fucked up wimminz I have fucked, and the thing I discovered about them that made them impossible to like;

  • She had made commercial porn on VHS.
  • She was previously a hooker.
  • She fucked her biological father.
  • She fucked her biological brother.
  • She did not know who the biological father of her children was (If you eat a tin of beans, how do you know which one made you fart?)
  • She referred to the biological father of her children as The Sperm Donor.
  • She was quite happy to fuck in front of her children.
  • She was a lush, eg passing out drunk from a bottle of vodka.
  • She was always broke and poor mouthed, despite being on handouts that totalled more than my takehome.
  • She was seeing a shrink most of her life for her delusional and acting out behaviour.
  • She always had money for lottery tickets but was always short of money to feed the kids.
  • She had a dirty / messy house, always dishes in the sink, clothes on the bedroom floor, smalls on the bathroom floor.
  • She broadly hinted that I could fuck her pre-pubescent daughter (run the fuck away Will Robinson)
  • She would only “cook” fast and easy TV dinner / frozen meal stuff, because she was too busy / lazy.
  • She would immediately distance herself the instant I had a personal or family problem, or temporary shortage of spare cash.
  • She would always be telling me about how nasty her ex’s were to her.
  • She would act like she had the right to hit me, and I was not supposed to punch the bitch out in return.
  • She would cut herself with a knife.
  • She would lie, badly, like a 4 year old with chocolate cake all over his face denying they had eaten the chocolate cake, and get angry when I did not buy her bullshit.
  • She would have a secret stash of money, and then lie when I found it and used it to pay a bill (What’s his is ours (mine) and what is mine is my own, mentality)
  • She would tell you a long and incredibly detailed story about one of her family members or an ex or an employer, and then you would meet the person in question and get an UTTERLY different version of events, a different version that was then supported by several other individuals.
  • She would steal from someone else, a so called friend or employer, and then justify it to you because they had allegedly done her some wrong back in 1745 AD
  • She would seek conflict, and not resolution, in every instance.
  • She would lie both about the number of abortions she had, and her reasons for having them.
  • She would spy and pry, eg picking up your phone when you went for a piss and checking call records, or starting a fight when she tried to put your phone was locked.. nota bene the same level of disclosure was not forthcoming from her.
  • She would claim to be pregnant, or “accidentally” get pregnant.
  • She would make MY friends unwelcome or be rude to them.
  • She would lose her temper but it was always MY shit that accidentally got damaged.
  • She would steal from me, either regular small amounts or a whole “twenty” or I’d give her a twenty having nothing smaller and never get my 17 change.
  • She would claim that X thing that we had or did in common, was provided by HER efforts / work / money.
  • She would always cause trouble in any situation where she did not hold the upper hand, e.g. an apartment with the lease in my name only.
  • She would “accidentally” overuse something that *I* was financially liable for, e.g. phone bill and long distance calls.
  • She would fail to show common courtesy, e.g. “Thank you” when you functioned as dad’s taxi.
  • She would have a stale / unwashed / smelly cunt (often a sign of plenty of recent cock)
  • She would always be late.
  • She would interrogate me about where I had been / what I had been doing.
  • She would accuse me of doing shit I had not been doing, e.g. shagging someone else or talking to a wimminz etc.
  • She has ANY baggage from ANY previous relationshits.

and not forgetting

  • She made an FRA (false rape accusation) against me.
  • She committed perjury in Court against me.
  • She used our kids as weapons against me.

PS, do not assume that this list was one thing per wimminz… some had more than one thing, and I didn’t bug out early enough, e.g. after discovering the first thing.

Also, do not assume that ANY of these things are trivial, or something that “we both could have worked at an overcome”

If *I* have any impediment to a relationship, such as a gambling addiction, then it is down to ME to get that shit cured, it is not my future wife’s responsibility, not even if she drove me to it, because I should have got the fuck out instead.

Which brings me to my current main long term fuckbuddy, I quite like the bitch, I do not respect her, because she has done some crap stuff in the past long before I met her, but provided that shit stays in the past, I can respect that.

I don’t like her enough to get into a relationshit, because the laws of the land are so skewed in her favour I would be making myself a hostage to fortune, and I LIKE my life now and the shit I have.

There are things about her life that I do not like, but the relationshit we have is such that I am not exposed to those things.

She does not even mention, much less ask, what I do when I am not with her, she is all about making the time we do spend together pleasant for me, which may just mean she is smart enough to play the long term game against me, but I am more than ready for that one too… lol

So it isn’t where have all the good men gone, you cannot log in to PoF and see 400,000 people online and really claim that there are NO good men available in 200,000 guys who are online RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

It is where have all the good wimminz gone, and the answer is that the VERY few that there are are still married to their childhood sweetheart… and that allows their men to remain the good men they once were, and bitches, THOSE men ain’t available.

June 22, 2012

Tru dat


so good, I am pasting it in full, unedited….

Submitted by James Miller from the Ludwig von Mises Institute of Canada

Propaganda, Lies, And War

If I asked what the cause of the American Civil War was, would your first answer be slavery?  Would it surprise you to know that slavery was only one grievance the South had with the Lincoln administration?

Up until the first bullet was fired on Fort Sumter, Abraham Lincoln had been leading a type of economic aggression to force the South into initiating the official version of the conflict.  When Lincoln ran for president, his platform was based on Henry Clay-inspired mercantilism where he promised to maintain a high protective tariff that would serve Northern industrial interests while impoverishing the South’s still predominantly agrarian economy.  This, of course, angered the South much like it did when John Quincy Adams imposed the same type of tariff in 1828 which lead to the Nullification Crisis.  With the Morrill Tariff, which increased the tax on dutiable imports by about 70%, put in place by President Buchanan two days before he left office, the South stood ready to secede.  After Lincoln’s inauguration, he began to maneuver the seceding South into firing the first shot by breaking a previously established agreement to not attempt to restock Fort Sumter.  He secretly sent troops the Fort which escalated into what turned out to be the bloodiest war in American history.  Lincoln’s close friend and confidante Senator Orville H. Browning would go on to write in his diary:

He told me that the very first thing placed in his hands after his inauguration was a letter from Major Anderson announcing the impossibility of defending or relieving Sumter.  That he called the cabinet together and consulted General Scott—that Scott concurred with Anderson, and the cabinet, with the exception of PM General Blair were for evacuating the Fort and all the troubles and anxieties of his life had not equalled (sic) those which intervened between this time and the fall of Sumter.  He himself conceived the idea, and proposed sending supplies, without an attempt to reinforce giving notice of the fact to Governor Pickens of S.C.   The plan succeed.  They attacked Sumter—it fell, and thus, did more service than it otherwise could.

Contrary to popular belief, the Civil War was not a fight over slavery but a fight over whether the South was allowed to secede from the union.  Lincoln thought war would rally the North behind his special-interest driven agenda.  The South sent numerous commissioners to Washington in the hopes of finding a peaceful solution to secession.  Lincoln ignored all of them.  As he stated in a letter addressed to Horace Greeley of the New York Tribune:

My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery, and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union.

So why is this version of the Civil War not taught in public schools?

It’s a simple answer when you consider the driving force of statism.

When Randolph Bourne opined “war is the health of the state,” he was referring to how war is used as a means to enlarge the authority of government over everyday life.  In times of war, the citizenry is told to sacrifice their material well being and freedom for the sake of winning the war and bringing the troops home.  Taxes are raised, central banks inflate, governments borrow massive amounts of money, and economic resources are confiscated to be used in the war effort.  War quickens the state’s march toward totalitarianism as it rallies the public into unquestioned obedience.  Love of country replaces love of self and family.  Mothers and fathers give up their sons (and now daughters) to fight in the state’s bloody crusade.  The heads of government who initiated the conflict don’t let their offspring go and fight.  Their pampered lifestyles usually don’t see the sacrifice taxpayers must endure.

Romanticized retellings of war assist in convincing the masses that the campaigns of murder carried out by political leaders were for the good of the nation.  It enshrines the state as a life-saving guardian to those fortunate enough to not meet a gruesome death on the battlefield.  In the case of the Civil War, Lincoln didn’t just save the union; he has forever made secession a nonviable solution to an overreaching Washington.  Lincoln’s war of northern aggression turned these united States of America into the United States of America.  It cost the equivalent of 6 million lives today for honest Abe to destroy the volunteerism which defined the union of the states in the decades that preceded the war.

Just as the Civil War was triggered by deceit, many of the wars or military conflicts of the past century have been fought based on the lies of a political class all too enamored with their own power and place in history.

Starting with World War I and Woodrow Wilson’s quest to “make the world safe for democracy,” the popularly spun tail is that America’s entering the conflict was in reaction to Germany sinking the supposedly innocent passenger vessel the Lusitania.  After German subs sunk the ship, thereby killing women and children, popular support reversed and was now in favor of war.  What wasn’t revealed immediately is that the Lusitania was really outfitted to carry armaments for the British.  This was a strategy developed by then First Lord of the Admiralty Winston Churchill to bait a German attack and bring America into the fight.  As classical liberal historian Ralph Raico writes:

The Lusitania was a passenger liner loaded with munitions of war; Churchill had given orders to the captains of merchant ships, including liners, to ram German submarines if they encountered them, and the Germans were aware of this. And, as Churchill stressed in his memoirs of World War I, embroiling neutral countries in hostilities with the enemy was a crucial part of warfare: “There are many kinds of maneuvres in war, some only of which take place on the battlefield. . . . The maneuvre which brings an ally into the field is as serviceable as that which wins a great battle.

Then there is the often neglected role big business, especially JP Morgan & Co, played in the propagandizing of the war.  As one of the largest creditors and underwriters to war bonds issued by the governments of Britain and France, it was in the best interest of the House of Morgan to guarantee the Allies won the war.   As the American economy drifted toward one of top-down command where government cartelized industry to ensure adequate munitions for war, big business was more than happy to play along as it meant stifling regulations placed on their small-time competitors and the opportunity to keep prices elevated.  This perverted form of capitalism would serve as a model to Western nations from the war’s end to the present day.   Murray Rothbard believed the first World War was really a victory for the fascist state:

More than any other single period, World War I was the critical watershed for the American business system. It was a “war collectivism,” a totally planned economy run largely by big-business interests through the instrumentality of the central government, which served as the model, the precedent, and the inspiration for state corporate capitalism for the remainder of the twentieth century.

The beginnings of World War II were engulfed by the same collusion of big business and government along with underhanded tactics to further chip away at the American public’s noninterventionist stance.  The Morgans still had their financial ties with Britain and France while the Rockefellers wanted war with Japan since the country competed for raw materials in Southeast Asia.  Both financial powerhouses lobbied for war early on.  After Franklin Roosevelt was reelected on the platform of keeping America a neutral party, he set about provoking a Japanese attack sometime around the summer of 1941.  This resulted in an oil embargo, the forceful limiting of exports, and freezing the country’s assets within the U.S.  It was the equivalent of an economic fatal wound to resource-poor Japan.  Not only that, but in recent years it has been confirmed that Roosevelt had prior knowledge of the Pearl Harbor attack and actually withheld key information from commanders at the naval base.  As Vice Admiral and aid to the Secretary of the Navy Frank E. Beatty noted at the time:

Prior to December 7, it was evident even to me… that we were pushing Japan into a corner. I believed that it was the desire of President Roosevelt, and Prime Minister Churchill that we get into the war, as they felt the Allies could not win without us and all our efforts to cause the Germans to declare war on us failed; the conditions we imposed upon Japan—to get out of China, for example—were so severe that we knew that nation could not accept them. We were forcing her so severely that we could have known that she would react toward the United States. All her preparations in a military way—and we knew their over-all import—pointed that way.

Following World War II, every conflict the U.S. has engaged in has been either to the benefit of wealthy special interests or in reaction to its own misguided policies.  The Cold War was a four decade long gift to the military industrial complex against a supposed world power that collapsed due to its state-run economy.  The various bombings and occupations of Middle Easter countries which followed have only served as excuses to not end the flow of money into the pockets of politically connected military contractors.  And the Iraq War, as everyone now knows, was based on the lie of Saddam Hussein possessing weapons of mass destruction.

One would think with such a rich history of political patronage in the death industry, Americans would be adamantly opposed to war.  Yet the usual players in Washington are once again pounding on the war drums in the name of spreading American values.  The target this time is Iran and at least one presidential candidate in this fall’s election has vowed to use military force on a nation that hasn’t bowed down and kissed Uncle Sam’s jackboot.  The problem is Iran has the hubris of refusing to be bullied around by the U.S.  Such an attitude undermines American imperialism in front of the rest of the world.   It must be stomped out by any means necessary.

And then there is the big financial push for an Iranian war going on behind the scenes.  The pro-Israel lobbying group, the American Israel Public Affairs Committee, has been aggressively pushing for war and appealing to top lawmakers and the heads of Washington’s warmongering apparatus.  President Obama has already assured the flush lobbying group that “the United States will not hesitate to attack Iran with military force to prevent it from acquiring a nuclear weapon.”  Department of Defense Secretary Leon Panetta made the same promise.  Just last week, 44 Senators, including many Democrats, sent an AIPAC letter to the President urging him to consider military action if Iran continues with its nuclear program.  The letter essentially makes war the only option on the table as Glenn Greenwald of Salon points out:

This implication is clear: a military attack by the U.S. on Iran is at least justified, if not compelled, if a satisfactory agreement is not quickly reached regarding Iran’s nuclear program. At the same time, the letter itself virtually ensures no such agreement is possible because the conditions it imposes as the “absolute minimum” are ones everyone knows Iran will never agree to (closing the Fordow facility and giving up its right to enrich uranium above 5 percent).

Not only is the push for war bipartisan, but much of the media establishment has been devoid of criticism of the constant war rhetoric. Even though Israel has nukes of its own, many of its supporters portray the country as a weakling in dire need of assistance from the bully of the Middle East schoolyard.  Worse is the complete disregard of the fact that there is no actual evidence that Iran is concocting a nuclear weapon.  According to the CIA’s own National Intelligence Estimate of 2007, Iran put a stop to the development of nuclear weapons in the fall of 2003.  Other Western nations such as Germany, France, and Britain, deny the report’s conclusion.  Meanwhile Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has gotten impatient of the reluctance by the U.S. thus far to act militarily against Iran.  Like a good politician, he wants prestige without the dirty work.  That’s what America is for.

Despite already being engaged in drone wars in Pakistan, Somalia, Yemen, and still occupying Afghanistan, the U.S. is being duped into yet another war based on shaky evidence and at the behest of deep-pocketed special interests.  This is coming even while a secretive cyber war already being waged to damage Iran’s nuclear capability.  According to the Pentagon, “computer sabotage coming from another country can constitute an act of war.”  Not only that, but the draconian sanctions thus far placed on Iran are doing enormous harm to the citizens who hardly have a say in what their government does.  The Belgium-based SWIFT payment system that facilitates most international payments has already denied service to many Iranian banks.  With the imposing of an oil embargo from the European Union just around the corner (July 1st) that will all but make it impossible for oil tankers to be insured by Lloyd’s of London, an actual naval blockade is being floated by U.S. lawmakers.  Much like the Antebellum South and Japan, Iran too is being pushed into a corner.

What makes the campaign to extend the War on Terror to Iran is that the anti-American sentiment in the higher echelons of its government are only a consequence of previous meddling.  After Prime Minister Mohammed Mossadegh nationalized the oil industry in 1953, British Petroleum used the CIA to overthrow the popular leader and put the Shah back in power whose authoritarian rule would be financially supported by the U.S. up to the Islamic Revolution of 1979.

Then and now, wealthy special interests are a driving force behind American imperialism.  Lies will be spun till they are seen as facts.  When the truth comes out, the irreparable damage will already be done.  Like anything the state lays its filthy hands on, war is a racket.  The beneficiaries of the ruling class’s gleeful foray into mass murder are few in number.  The masses, still brainwashed into feverish nationalism, end up paying the costs with their pilfered income, eroded liberty, and, ultimately, their own lives.

As Major General Smedley D. Butler wrote in his seminal essay War Is A Racket

WAR is a racket. It always has been.

It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small “inside” group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few people make huge fortunes.

The only weapon against such an immoral system of mass murder and cronyism is to know the truth and to not fall ill with the fever of war.

June 20, 2012

Slits, Sluts and Whores.


I have been watching for a few weeks, just to make sure, and there is now no doubt whatsoever.

Local PoF listing for “intimate encounter” are going through the roof. Notably, so has the proportion of these listings with a publicly viewable face pic.

While a proportion of these “intimate encounter” ads are still from wimminz who are looking for fuck-buddies and no more, suddenly there is a whole slew of them “looking for help with the phone bill” and such, and they all also claim to be early twenties, some of them even are.

And so, in the spirit of research, I have been contacting a few.

First off I tried with my usual “clearly a player” profile, and had precisely ZERO responses of any kind from these “phone billsluts.

So I created a new basically empty profile and a throwaway hotmail account, and messaged the exact same set of sluts.

All except one replied, and we took it to IM.

So, cut to the chase, how much “help with the phone bill” would they ACTUALLY settle for (as opposed to their opening offer) and what was on offer.

First off, about 10% were as young and hot as the chick in the pic, and make no mistake, this is whoring, the colour of my money was the only question, not my age or physical shape.

About 40% were as young as the chick in the pic, but not as hot as they had kids.

About 40% were clearly late 20’s / early 30’s, but quite fuckable, and all had kids.

About 10% were fuglies.

All of them, all holes were on offer, most of them more extreme kink including them rimming me (google it) was on offer for extra money. All bareback / no condom.

The basic turn up, pump and spurt and leave fuck had a median price of 15 UK Pounds Sterling, hereafter referred to as a Quid. Though there were a few who offered to do it for 10 quid, or for 20 offer me more than one quick pump and spurt, I could have a second if I could manage it.

At this point in all these conversations I stated that what I was REALLY after was something regular, being a divorced guy with a decent job and no interest in getting a steady wife or girlfriend, I was looking for a regular fuck, say once a week, with a fixed budget, and I had three fixed weekly amounts of money available, 20 quid, 50 quid and 100 quid, what could I get for this…

You know that shit where suddenly multiple wimminz in widely separated areas suddenly edit their PoF profiles with identical phrases and captions, well, the wimminz hive mind works on this level too, it was remarkably similar …

20 quid got me a full hour at a fixed time on a fixed day every week.

50 quid got me all day on a fixed day every week, or “all night” where that meant from 6pm to midnight.

100 quid got me basically 24 hours, a day and a night, on a fixed day/night every week.

For our foreign readers, 100 quid is between 20% and 25% of the average weekly rent for a single person in a shared house or one bed flat.

As soon as hey believed I was looking for a regular weekly thing, all the wimminz without exception turned uber sweet and nice and basically hard sell… and the instant I mentioned “well, I’m sure tempted, but there are other girls offering the same thing for similar money babe” it got real hard sell, as in you have any fantasies I’ll do them for you babe, you want to tie me up, photograph me, piss on me, I’ll do it ALL for YOU babe… they say…

At this point one of them offered me a freebie, try before you buy / rent… lol, oh, and since I was going to be REGULAR and RELIABLE, how about 25% discount, so instead of 400 quid a month, call it 300 quid a month.

Which got me thinking….

So I went back to them all and started asking questions like;

  • Do have you have safe off street parking nearby because there is no way I am leaving my Mercedes / BMW / Audi on the street?
  • Do you by any chance own a SMART evening or cocktail dress?
  • Do you speak any Spanish / French / Italian?
  • Do you have any physical issues with bright sun and / or heat?

… and I can’t say the response was the least bit surprising, until I deflected their return questions with the casual / brush off “No reason, I was just thinking about something so I asked you is all.” and refusal to discuss further as it was “too early” in our “possible future working relationship

At THAT point they all played the ace, they had already, like all sluts on PoF, supplied their mobile numbers and sent cunt and tit pics via MMS, and like many PoF sluts sent their address and zip code for the GPS, but at that point they ALL played the ace card;

  • Baby I will do ANYTHING you want.
  • Baby I will be YOURS AND YOURS ALONE.

Which is amusing, because at the same time, some spamming bastard rang me from a certain vehicle leasing company, and wondered if me / my company wanted to lease any executive saloons, much cheaper than buying Sir, so for fun and shits I played along, and said I liked german saloons, they offered me a Merc E220 for £289 a month, or a Audi A6 3TD for £269 a month, or a BMW 316d for £249 a month.

Wonder if my potential PoF whores come with AAA / Green Flag ….

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