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June 1, 2012

Home truths

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:41 pm

  1. Anything you ever did before sexually, better be on offer to me, because otherwise you are telling me that I am less worthy than those who got those other things you don’t want to do now.

    I have mentioned this one before, but there are two obvious consequences, one is that every subsequent relationship is an escalation, and two is that you only have so many escalations until you get to the point where the next step on the ladder is a threesome with TWO horses, and at that point you’d better hope aliens land soon, or you’re shit outta luck.

    The flipside of this of course is that as your next prospective mate, I have to be into whatever your next escalation to get me is, AND I have to be NOT put off by how far along the escalation process you are, for example as a man in my fifties I can introduce you to reasonably sexy and good looking wimminz in their late 20’s and early 30’s who are now looking to settle down, BUT CANNOT GET A MAN TO STAY WITH THEM, because of the above, when you have had several threesomes and have often had seven different cocks in one week (this is FAAAR from abnormal guys) it’s hard to find a guy who knows so little about your history that he can see you as anything BUT pump and dump.

  2. As mentioned above, you kinda need to come to this realisation by watching others and learning, not by riding the cock carousel yourself, and it wasn’t actually a hard lesson as every village had the girl who would be the village bike and demonstrate it for everyone else….

    But the REAL lesson you need to learn is that the “tomorrow has no consequences for my actions today because I am an entitlement princess” is NOT an idea that will confine itself to your sexual history.

    I genuinely cannot tell you how many of these girls have similarly chaotic “work” and “home” lives, and I put both of those in quote marks because work always involves some wimminz mcjob that Rose West couldn’t get fired from, and home is just the place where you fuck a series of random men, oh, and where your fatherless kids live and earn you state benefits.

    I can genuinely tell you that I have yet to meet the first girl who could live this lifestyle sexually, yet keep down a decent job and keep a proper home for herself and her kids if any.

  3. Which brings is to point 3, which is that for a relationship of the sort you seek to form, there has to be cohabitation.

    I have yet, in all my born days, to meet and fuck one of these sluts who did not beforehand say something along the lines of “my house is a bit untidy”… like I give a fuck, I am only going there to pump and dump, but the fact is no man wants to be associated with a wimminz who cannot keep house, it just isn’t that fucking hard, I and millions of other men manage it with ease.

  4. Which brings us to point 4, which is that if you do not like and respect yourself, NO OTHER FUCKER WILL, and again, without exception, these wimminz are all the types to hit the bottle, cry in their wine, and then trawl PoF for some cock to come over and make them feel better about themselves.

    Just as alcoholics use booze as an anaesthetic, these skanks use cock and cum as an anaesthetic, for a short while they can pretend that they are nice and desirable and sweet.

  5. You cannot un-ring a bell.

    Life is a bitch, you make bad choices, you have to live with them, you have to PAY THE PRICE FOR THEM, failing to realise this puts you back on that escalator at point 1, and then worse choices follow bad choices, and then still worse choices compound those, and to any subsequent bloke that comes along all they see is a wimminz who can be trusted to fuck up every single time she is given the opportunity to do so…

    Thanks to the law and wimminz empowerment, we know that they have unlimited opportunity to do so, and that there is nothing we as men can do about it.

  6. You are not whores, whores charge, you are sluts, and you are worth precisely how much you cost us to pump and dump, sweet fuck all.

    A very few guys, very very fucking few, are happy to have a relationship with a whore, because they profit from it, they are pimps.

    NO MAN wants a relationship with a slut, there is no profit to be had from it.

  7. You are your own greatest enemies and self deluders.

    Without exception, wimminz who will ride 7 different cock in 7 days will talk about wanting to find “the one” and settle down, and without exception their greatest worry is that their new man will “cheat” on them, how you can cheat on some slut who has had more cock than a fox is another question entirely, there is literally nothing there of value to cheat on in the first place…

  8. The thing you suspect and remain in constant denial of is true, you cannot be more than one thing, you cannot be a whore / slut and ALSO be a girlfriend / wife, and it does not matter how often you quote the things a man wants, a whore in the bedroom etc etc, that don’t make it so, because men also can only be one thing, they can be visiting a whore or slut as a “John” to dump their cum, OR, they can be in a relationship with a wimminz.
  9. You cannot break one half of a contract, or one side of a pane of glass.

    The INSTANT you fail to stand up to your side of the deal then you are in breach, and wherever the future goes after that, it does not go backwards in time to a point where you were never in breach.

    Once you break the side of a contract that deals with YOUR obligations and promises to the OTHER party, the ENTIRE contract is void, you do NOT get to keep THEIR obligations and promises to YOU, or to call them out on their lack of same.

    When this state of affairs is itself breached by the State, as it is routinely is family law courts, do not expect ANY result short of ALL men losing ALL belief in ALL contracts and promises, and starting to treat you and the state with at least as much utter contempt as you treated them.

    Turnaround IS fair play.

  10. I have lost count of how many cunts / assholes / tits I have had, it isn’t the flesh that is sexy, it is how it is presented to me, and wimminz I am about to tell you the most profound and far reaching truth in existence about men.

    There is one simple difference between a pump and dump cumbucket and the woman I will stick with and keep coming back for more like a steer to a salt lick.

    One is a slut.
    One is MY slut.

  11. Yeah but this is ownership…

    Give it any fancy fucking label you like, this morning I went out and did the brakes on MY car, and then gave it a proper wash and wax, I did not do that for any other car in the street, because they are not mine, I don’t give a fuck about them.
    The mechanic doesn’t give a fuck either, or only as long as he is paid… (see the parallels between sluts and whores and MY slut yet?)

    It is fundamental human nature at work, to expect a guy to give a fuck about something you have to give him a stake in it, and a stake in it means a say in it, and if you breach that contract expect him to stop giving a fuck.

  12. Bottom line.

    It is TOO FUCKING LATE for all of you wimminz out there, and now the economy is about to tank and we are looking at a real possibility of a land war in the Balkans / Crimea within a year, the very things that ALLOWED you to make such a fuck up of your lives are going to get cut back to the bone, and if you couldn’t get a man to stick with you and buy your shit when times are fat, what the fuck are you gonna do when times are tough, and all the other sluts out there are trying to undercut your offer?

The biggest home truth of all, it is getting time where the everlasting party is about done, and the bill is going to be presented, and there simply is not going to be the money in the state to pay for the boys in blue to respond to your “DV” accusations, or chase your dead beat dad for support money, or to put food in your larder when your mcjob gets cut back, and YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO START LIVING THE SINGLE SUBSISTENCE LIFESTYLE YOU HAVE BEEN CLAIMING TO LIVE, where there is no money for sanitary towels, much less bottles of wine and rabbits by the score and an endless stream of cock.

There is a VERY REAL although at this time still slight possibility that a land war to the east of Europe ignites, and spreads, within 12 months.

If THAT happens then the cock carousel is going to get drafted, and the only cock left is old experienced cock like me, or reserved status cock, or invalid cock, and if you think times are hard when the economy crashes you wait until your labour is CONSCRIPTED into a factory or farm, and when you get home at night the only cock left is old experienced cock like me.

LOTS of ex wives and girlfriends who used their kids as weapons to beat deadbeat daddy over the head with are going to be faced with empty larders and hungry wailing kids and no DV / State protections, and suddenly the little shits won’t seem like such good weapons to hurt daddy with, the boot will be on the other foot.

So bitch, how are you going to PERSUADE me to take those little shits that you have alienated me from off your hands and feed them?

Because I, like all those other men who got fucked over by y’all, have learned to live well, and we have learned to do so on amounts so little that you wimminz with your wanton, slothful, wasteful ways cannot conceive of, thanks to being fucked over by you and the state.

It is an ill wind that blows no good.

And that perhaps is the final home truth, all those sayings, they mainly came from the last time that times were hard.

May 31, 2012

You picked the wrong man to ask the right question.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:45 pm

It is a popular myth, and indeed a created and crafted myth, that while we today are smart, we are smarter than those in the past, and while we today are smart, we aren’t smart enough because the problems are just too big and complex you see…

The subject / title of this post is by the way a direct quote from a Greek, in 1971, 5 years into the military coup after their last economic collapse.

I was fortunate enough to tour Cyprus, the entire island, that year, the last year you could do so, because Turkey invaded…

… fast forwards to 2012, and Greece is on the ropes again, the puppet government just had secret talks with the generals, and the Turks just changed the name of the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus to the Turkish Republic of Cyprus… interesting times.

For those of you who do not know Europe… Greece is “odd”, it is not a western country, but neither is it a middle eastern country, rather it is like a mix that did not work, think milk and alcohol, whereas Turkey and the Ottomans is clearly middle eastern in flavour, with western influences like veins running through marble.

Further north we have the soviets, further south we have the Med separating off Africa, but the Greek / Turkish border has always been a locus.

The best way to protect such a border is to turn it in to a minefield, and the purpose of a minefield is to be inhospitable, and the territory inside a minefield does not matter to those who live outside it.

Better for the rest of Europe to fight a land war in the Balkans and Crimea than on their own soil, and all that good stuff.

Which brings me right back to the title of this piece, and the hidden facts behind it.

There have always been no shortage of men on the street who knew EXACTLY what the fuck was going on, who knew how to express it eloquently and simply, in phrases such as those above, while themselves living under the hammer of state oppression.

Twain said history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme, and the fact is that the cattle are a lot easier to manage if they never learn the lyrics of the song.

The map above tells you everything you need to know about a great method for resetting the world’s economic / monetary / social / cultural policies, and doing so in a way that is “outside” the home soil of all of those with a problem… the only problem is wildfires tend to spread.

Interesting motherfucking times indeed.

May 30, 2012

pssst, wanna buy a used condom?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:18 pm

As alluded to in this Spearhead comment (3rd comment) I had a very interesting chat yesterday.

The person I had the chat with is a friend of the family, and very high up in the world of advertising.

When I say very high up I mean very high up, for a brand name that I absolutely guarantee you know.

As I said the in the spearhead comment, I happened to mention to this wimminz that I had noticed that on any given day you would suddenly see a rash of new or re-written profiles, all featuring the EXACT SAME PHRASE, amongst wimminz who could not possibly know each other, like some hive mind at work.

She laughed her ass off at me, asking exactly what it was I thought she did for a living…

Point made.

What I did not say on the Spearhead comment, is that the conversation continued, and the rabbit hole went a lot deeper than I had suspected.

It transpired that a few of the recent top 10 pop acts had songs especially written by marketing types, and there was me thinking the song came first, and THEN someone grabbed it for an advert…

Product placement in films and media of all sorts was also far larger than I had expected, as she said to me, “WTF do you think the Kardashians and all other celebutard crap is except walking billboards”

At that point a memory came back to me, the producer of the very first series of Big Brother, being interviewed and admitting that the SOLE purpose of the programme was to make you watch the adverts in between.

She went on to name a list of “reality” programmes of the sort where every week they build a customised dildo, complete with temper tantrums and suchlike, the sort of thing I hate, and related to me that they were all, 100%, totally, completely and utterly fake, everyone involved was an actor, none of them actually did any of the custom work, what you saw was always faked, with the real work being done in the background, and of course the weekly celebutard “customers” were in on the game getting some more cross pollinating free publicity for themselves too.

Yeah, now you mention it I have no problem at all believing you 100%, it fits with everything I have seen.

So she goes on, and starts talking about product placement in the news and media, which I was hip to anyway, stories of military actions in Mogadishu being timed to coincide with prime time viewing slot many time zones away back in the good ole USA.. started earlier than that she said, the man who taught her and took her under his wing was responsible for a lot of the Falklands / Malvinas War shit going down at GMT in time for the main evening news, contrary to military planning ideals.

Thatcher didn’t blink without consulting her advertising gurus, she said, hence the STILL persisting idea that Thatcher came from a small corner shop, little woman made good by her own talent and efforts.

And this was when the conversation went down the rabbit hole proper.

“So what shit that I have seen have YOU personally been responsible for marketing?” I asked.

She looked at me once again like I was 5 years old…

“You really don’t get it do you.” she said.

She went on to tell me that product placement and sales was what the juniors and department heads did, so the London office might take on the Conservative party election campaign, but up at HER level it was not at all about product placement and branding, but it was all about product DISplacement and concealment.

HER clients hired her to keep aspects of their lives, or certain associations, completely OFF the fucking radar…

From the very simple stuff, like keeping all Coca Cola product a million miles away from anything to do with drugs for example, to the more complex stuff like keeping certain conglomerates with a fluffy image a million miles away from any subsidiaries whose subsidiaries owned subsidiaries that made a nice little penny in land mine manufacture, for example.

THIS was what she meant about Thatcher and other politicians not blinking without first consulting her ilk.

For example no politician or party is going to be seen anywhere near anything that could even remotely be seen in a negative light with respect to single mums, or rape, or domestic violence, negative product placement, the thing you NEVER see associated with X.

To use a current topical subject, why is no ISP willing to go anywhere near porn filtering, but all ISP’s are quite willing to quietly open the back doors to state monitoring?

Can you imagine the furore if at some point in the future MegaNetISP was linked to the abduction and rape of a small child, because they put in net filters that were not 100% effective (which they cannot be) or MegaNetISP being linked to a terrorist explosion in a school killing hundreds and maiming more, because they stood in the way of the security services monitoring traffic?

So many of these clients and campaigns, whether they are for a product, or for obscurity, are long term things? I asked her.

Yes, she said, in some cases for decades… at which I raised my eyebrows.

OK, there is an 88% chance that you as an adult single male in the western world have shaved pubes, she said… OK got me there.

When you were a young man in the 70’s, did you shave your pubes? she asked… fuck no.

So you starting to shave your pubes coincided with the advent of the VHS cassette and easy access to porn, and pornstars with shaved pubes… umm, I guess, yeah….

Well guess who started that campaign by getting to the porn companies and financially supporting them if their models were hairless, minimal pubes, ideally all over…

A campaign that has now been running for 30 years.

Generations are growing up now who start depilating their pubes as soon as the first hair growth starts, all so a few companies can sell razors and creams and shit at a rate 100x higher than back in the day when men shaved their faces and that was it.

Fuck, she said, you KNOW all this shit, you KNOW all about Freud and Bernays and manufacturing consent, this shit was new in 1921, we have had nearly 100 years to perfect in, and ever more and more immediate and influential channels to pump it out.

Even the shit you are immune to because you are not the target market, and I’m not talking shaving your pubes here, but the shit you are IMMUNE to, because you can never get breast cancer, you are not immune to, because you share a society with people who are not immune, and whose choices can be influenced, and by so doing change your rights and freedoms.

“so” I said, “this is why men are marketed as the nasty scary rapists and paedophiles huh”

Yes, she said, because lets face it, in the western world we have slain all the other dragons, nobody is actually scared of dragons or witches or some guy in another country who they can actually friend on facebook, so we have to “give” people something immediate and close up and personal that they *can* be scared of, the environment, automobiles, NOT being important, and indeed men.

Statistics do not matter, she said, very earnestly, nobody is scared of pthalates or smoking or high fructose syrup or sedentary lifestyles, even though all those things individually are profoundly more likely to fuck you up than an environmental disaster, a defective car, being joe average, or being attacked by a man.

What matters is what you can ASSOCIATE with each of these, and what product you can then sell, or make invisible, as a result of that.

At that point we were interrupted by others at the gathering.

Some time later she left, and her parting shot was this.

“You know what SHOULD frighten you? Not that we have had a hundred years of practice at manipulating consent, but the fact that the manipulators themselves are at least as susceptible to their own products as joe public, there is a 92% chance that I as an adult single female in the western world have shaved pubes…..”

“Nobody is in control any more” I said

“Oh no, there are shifts of people taking turns at the wheel, the problem is we are driving in the dark in unknown territory with the lights out and tinted windows, we only care about what is going on inside the bus.”

Now playing – Free fallin’

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:36 am

As someone who has travelled widely around the world, I have periodically left and returned to many countries, none moreso than my native UK

Here in the UK, like the vast majority of western nations, we have essentially a two (main) party political system, often described as “left” and “right”, and here in the UK that means the Cuntservatives and New Liebor are the appropriate label.

I am about to give you the most important, profound and far-reaching political insight that you ever receive, so sit tight.

It is simply this, whether I have been in country for ten minutes, or ten months, whether I am in the street or in a pub, whether I am working or not, it has been flatly impossible to determine from any of the real world factors surrounding me whether the government of the day is “left” or “right”.

Nota Bene, I am not saying that I cannot quite simply look in a newpaper, or look at the label affixed to a certain set of rules or situation, and determine whether that set of rules was created by the left, or by the right.

I am saying that IN PRACTICE, both left and right create identical situations on the ground for the individual citizen.

Welcome to the new boss, exactly the same as the old boss, literally, exactly the same.

Now I am going to tell you something else that I have seen in other countries.

90% of the population, 90% of human beings, and basically decent, peaceful, law abiding people, I know this because I have been to places where on the ground there is literally no law and no state, and yet these people manage to just fall into working relationships both social and economic.

It is the 10% who riot when the lights go out, when the police are disbanded, when the state collapses.

Of these 10%, a further 10%, or 1% of the whole population, are fucking sociopaths, and they were usually in positions of power beforehand, they were the police, the mayor, the mine owner.

But, by and large the 90% kept the 10% in line, and the 99% kept the 1% broadly in line, because after all the mechanism where the protections for these minorities existed, e.g. the state and police and security forces, do not exist.

Where this fails is when the 10% and the 1% behind them, exceed their sanity and trash the things that the 90% call “home” and “family”.

By now you are thinking or Bosnia or Rwanda or Iraq, and the fact that quite often in these places the 10% could be identified by a tribal or ethnic or religious label that differed from the 90% is mere coincidence.

When you fly into or land at one of these places, again you can never tell from the ground whether it is the “left” or the “right” that is in power by observing the rules on the ground for the man in the street, indeed, attempting to do so is usually fatal… thousands of “contractors” have died in the middle east in the past few years because they were making this exact mistake.

Can’t tell a good gook from a bad gook, is how it was expressed a generation or two before them.

“Old hands” at such trouble-spots, hell, I literally grew up in one, the labels then were “communist” and “federalist”, but left and right, red and blue, ying and yang will all do, but the old hands know the first secret of survival, spotting the group that comprises the 10% and the group that comprises the 90%, and if you are up and close to the 10% group, also be able to spot a 9%er and a 1%er at 100 yds.

The second secret of survival is for all three groups to see YOU as a complete irrelevance, and also as NOT having taken any other sides.

I have, many many times, walked alone and unarmed through places where trying to walk as a pair, or worse still a larger group or armed, will lead to you NOT walking out of that area… and it was not as though I did not stand out, being the only white northern European for 100 miles or more.

The very idea that any ideology can be applied to a dynamic system, day after day, is the acceptance that 50% of the time that ideology will have a positive effect, and 50% of the time a negative effect, with, as I stated at the beginning, an overall, nett, amorphous effect that is so vague that you cannot determine the label of the ideology in power, is it left or right?

Who knows? Who cares?

Concentrating on such trifles is no more than concentrating on the hand that the magician is always flourishing, especially to attract your eye, while the other hand performs the slights and manipulations and substitutions.

Our “troubles” today can be attributed to something that was documented on film in 1977, an episode of Horizon called Now the Chips are down, about the new and emerging technology of computers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdGD8ZS62yw

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQt1NTNRI_A&feature=relmfu

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KzDVy9jBIc&feature=relmfu

Because, what they were documenting was the end of the era when financial calculations and processes could only be done at mechanical, human speed… the programme literally deals with the computerisation of the NYSE amongst other things, and you are a complete cunt if you do not watch all three clips.

It was and remains an ongoing technological sea change, and the only reason WE cannot see it, is we are on the inside looking out.

Neither a left, nor a right, political system can deal with such things, and as you get older and wiser you realise that the only things a left and right political system can deal with is self perpetuation.

Just as there can be no good without evil, no light without dark, there can be no left without right, and now we get to the fundamental human nature reason why we always end up with such things.

As I said above, both left and right create the same, an overall, nett, amorphous effect that is so vague that you cannot determine the label of the ideology in power, is it left or right?

Nota Bene, an amorphous effect, NOT a nett zero effect, it is in fact the murky gloom that is the whole purpose, because without it it would be like watching a one handed magician, something you have never and will never see.

Neither the 90%, nor the 10%, nor the 1%, know what is going on in the amorphous murky gloom, but the 10% like the shadows and the 1% love the camouflage of the 10%.

Why do the 90% vote for the amorphous murky gloom?

Away from the left and right ideology, we have stark simplicity, the technology that we now rely on, that we CANNOT sacrifice without ourselves going back to the stone age, is entirely dependent upon a western society per capita energy budget, I have discussed this before, call it 25 kWh per person per day.

From here it becomes simple math, minimum 25 kWh per person per day x population, subtracted from national energy budget, and from there it is a simple as having to take someone else’s share of energy, or go balls out for newer higher energy sources, the various fission reactions until you can perfect commercial fusion, and then on and up.

You enter the world of the engineer, the illusion of choice is removed.

The engineer will not accept a million immigrants when the current population is eating every calorie your farms can produce, he can see the stark choices;

  1. let those million immigrants die on the outside of your borders, or
  2. let them in, and kill a million of your own citizens to release the food they need, or
  3. let them in, and ten million die and the remainder are malnourished and ravaged.

There are of course other options, steal land from your other neighbouring countries, or steal calories from the mouths of said neighbours citizens and redistribute to yours.

Sadly for us in the western world, the wimminz and niggers have weakened the system, just when we needed it the least, when digital technology took over, and humorously, hilariously, and typically for evolution, the extra burden, in this case the wimminz and niggerz, represent those LEAST able to cope with the ongoing change, and most threatened by it.

Search this site for “iDAd” if you like.

Which is why we are heading for a reset at least as great as the original industrial revolution and electrification of society, suddenly factories and workhouses were not just possible, but essential, along with all the iniquities of early adopters.

Getting ACCESS to that 25 kWh per person per day is going to be as difficult as the irish getting access to good quality potatoes during the “potato famine”, which was NOT a shortage of potatoes, but a shortage of affordable EDIBLE potatoes, the best ones being sold.

 

 

 

May 28, 2012

What MEN want.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:09 pm

Further to the weekend’s pub scene, I had a text from one of the guys, the young 18 y.o one, the chick who he told to buy her own drinks asked him what men wanted in wimminz, so he asked me, because he didn’t know where to start or how to put it in words.

So, wimminz, pay attention.

EVERY SINGLE ITEM IN THIS LIST is a negative point against you for any kind of relationship material, many of them are also negative points against you as being pump and dump cum bucket material, go work out for yourselves which is which.

I would suggest that if you can say “yes” to five or more of these, your future is going to be “interesting”, in the same sense of the Chinese curse about living in interesting times.

  1. You have kids.
  2. You have had more cocks than your shoe size.
  3. You have difficulty keeping a home clean.
  4. You have difficulty keeping the larder stored and cooking good home food from scratch.
  5. You have difficulty living within a strict household budget.
  6. Your inner thighs touch when you stand upright normally.
  7. You have any tats anywhere.
  8. You have or have ever had a facebook page.
  9. You ever make any claim of any kind that you have been the victim of DV or sexual abuse.
  10. You have ever had a threesome.
  11. You have ever cheated IN THEIR DEFINITION on any of the guys you have been with.
  12. You spend more on “beauty” products than you do on “cleaning and sanitary” products such as soap, shampoo and sanitary towels.
  13. You have more than 7 pairs of footwear or any description.
  14. You have more trousers/jeans/shorts than dresses.
  15. You do NOT have a waist.
  16. Your hair does not touch your shoulders.
  17. You cannot spell or do math.
  18. You like to watch soaps or chick flicks or rom coms.
  19. You have anything more than a single piercing in each ear.
  20. You do not TIUTA for your man (Take it up the ass)
  21. You cannot swallow at least 6″ of cock, and / or you do not swallow cum.
  22. You ever let your man get his own drink, whether it be coffee or a beer.
  23. You ever let your man run his own bath.
  24. Your topics of discussion ever include what your girlfriends are doing, where they are going on holiday, what they have, etc.
  25. You snore.
  26. You ever smell of anything except soap and water and perhaps FRESH sweat.
  27. You ever complain about period pains, or that you are on the rag.
  28. You ever tried to re-write your past.
  29. You ever lied to your man. This includes withholding shit like letters from the bank.
  30. You ever took a ten spot out of his wallet.
  31. You ever asked for permission to take a ten spot out of his wallet, or anything else that means opening his wallet.
  32. You ever took any kind of argument, disagreement or mood upstairs, much less into the bedroom.
  33. You ever talked down to or insulted or disrespected your man IN HIS EYES in public.
  34. You ever raised your hand against a man.
  35. You ever disrespected a man’s friends, or made them less than welcome.
  36. You ever flirted with a man’s friends, or allowed them to flirt with you instead of saying “Bob, I am with Steve, end of story.” or whatever as appropriate.
  37. You ever threw anything from the past in your man’s face.
  38. You ever put yourself before family, which your top priority is maintaining your kids relationships with their father, your husband.
  39. You get too drunk to drive more than once a month.
  40. You smoke more than 5 cigarettes a day.
  41. You take drugs.
  42. You ever fucked anyone radically outside your own ethnic group.
  43. You ever called the Police on a man.
  44. You ever called a Lawyer on a man.
  45. You ever tried to blame someone else for your own bad choices or judgement.
  46. You ever tried to ration sex with your man.
  47. You ever interrupted a man when he was speaking.
  48. You ever said Tom & Jerry or Cowboys and Indians is too violent for small boys.
  49. You ever failed to greet your man with a hug and a smile and a quick kiss.
  50. You ever failed to see your man off with a hug and a smile and a quick kiss.

May 27, 2012

I saw fear in her eyes….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:05 pm

…real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

An hour or so earlier, as the weather here has broken and the sun was in the sky, I walked down by the river, stopped at a pub, bought myself a drink and sat outside.

Before long I was joined by some other people, all strangers, and we got talking about the economy and what not, and one of the wimminz present said something about how the economy is bad for the wimminz too.

“That’s too bad” I said, in a voice devoid of any sympathy.

She wasn’t hip to this, and tried to tell me why I should care.

“Let me stop you right there” I said, and told her a little about me, a man who has travelled the world, a man who can make the water potable and make it flow, a man who can make the electricity and make it flow, a man who went to secret family court, where, contrary to everything we are told about justice and law, zero evidence of any kind is required to find you “guilty” of all sorts of obscene allegations, and you children will be abducted from you and the entire paternal family.

Meanwhile ALL the men at the table are nodding, not interrupting, but looking me in the eye and nodding… if they themselves do not have first hand personal experience of what I am describing, they all know someone close to them who has.

“Bottom line” I finish up, “is I will give a fuck about wimminz issues, when wimminz give a fuck about my issues… to be specific” I say “when I see wimminz protesting outside the courts and chaining themselves to the railings and PHYSICALLY and FINANCIALLY supporting men who have been fucked by the state, then, and only then, will I begin to give a very small fuck, about the welfare of those specific wimminz only.”

She looked at me for a moment, and at her girlfriends, and laughingly pointed at the river winding past the pub, and said “So if I fell in there and started to drown, you wouldn’t save me.“… clearly expecting Mr White Knight to come out.

“No, I would not” I said, in exactly the same totally uninterested and uninvolved and uncaring tone that I would have used had she asked me if I might ever be interested in a 419 scam.

“You cannot mean that” she said “bu bu bu but it would be illegal to sit there drinking your beer and watch me drown!!!”

“Unfortunately” I said “I have not had the appropriate health and safety training to dive into a river and save someone, besides, how would I know it was not all a big joke and you were not crying wolf?”

There was a pause, and she asked if I would jump in to save “him”, pointing at a guy sat opposite to me.

“Fuck yeah” I said, “I *am* my brothers keeper”

She looked at me with real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

Not fear of me, because it was as clear to her as it was to everyone else at the table that I would not raise one finger to harm her, nor would I raise one finger to save her.

One of the other girls said “this is creepy” and it fell on stony ground.

The “him” opposite looks at me and says “did you drive here or walk?”

“Walked” I said

“Then my friend,” he says “I am going to buy you a beer, and you are not going to fucking insult me by refusing it.”

And so like one tiny shred of crystal dropped into a saturated solution, the “Fuck you bitch” attitude coalesced and grew around the table, and where before there was flirting bullshit and open sexual innuendo, there grew very formal and very polite and very dismissive discourse from the men to the wimminz, and within 20 minutes the wimminz left, trying one last sally “coming boys?” to which the boy in question, who was all of 18, replied “Nah, go and buy your own fucking drinks, I’m staying here and chilling.”

We spent the next three hours discussing everything from motorcycles through computers through tools through great roads to drive on, great dishes to eat in foreign climes, music, you name it.

A couple of hours into it I said to the young lad who told the wimminz to buy their own fucking drinks that I hoped I hadn’t spoiled his evening, he laughed uproariously and informed me that sluts are two a penny, but being able to sit around and table with MEN and discuss anything without fear of upsetting some slut was one of the best nights he had had in ages, and was I ready for another one.

I woke up this morning to a text message from one of them “dude, bbq at my place monday evening, no slits, coming?”

We, as a nation, certainly in this region, are so prepared for a “reset” and the next level / change (when I say we I mean the men) that it surprises even me, that wimminz who got scared and left was far more perceptive than I. She got the atmosphere instantly, it took me three hours and more beer than I could handle to get it.

What scared her was not an atmosphere where any of the men there would do her harm, but an atmosphere where someone had pressed GAME OVER and suddenly none of the men there would lift a finger to support or aid her, not even in pursuit of access to her cunt.

It was only after several strong black coffees this morning that it came to me, and I am not sure it is an expression that will mean anything to my american readers, as I have not even heard it used in this country for over 20 years.

The wimminz at that table were “sent to Chelsea”, and that is what scared them.

When someone was “sent to Chelsea” it meant that everyone else at the workplace simply ignored them wherever possible, and where not possible dealt with them as politely, and courteously, and firmly, and dismissively as possible.. it was usually reserved for “blacklegs” and “lackeys”, but was the ultimate in “cold shoulder” treatment for those who it was felt had betrayed the group for their own immediate gain.

May 26, 2012

The first rule of fuck club

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 5:39 pm

For whatever reasons, I appear to have become the “go to guy” for some men around here.

Turns out there are no shortage of guys who can see that the economy and society is a slow mo train wreck in progress, and that the crash is going to happen in their lifetimes, so what to do.

First thing you have to do is stay under the fucking radar, the absolute fucking worst place to be when the wimminz and niggerz and societah starts to double down in earnest is in prison.

The second worst place to be is flagged on the state’s shit lists, which means recently released from prison, or awaiting trial, avoid at all and any costs.

While I myself may be taking a breather from finding skank ho’s to pump and dump on PoF, it is instructive to go back and look at the wimminz on PoF when you don’t even have any interest in fucking any of them.

In the past 3 years I have looked at literally tens of thousands of wimminz profiles, anecdotally and off the top of my head;

  • 50% of them work for the state in some worthless or negative value capacity, often part time.
  • 10% of them are “self employed” which means they make cupcakes or are hairdressers and make pin money to gain entitlement to state top ups such as working tax credit… jobs which will vanish into thin air the moment the economy crashes.
  • 20% of them do clerical work for companies that are basically working mainly for the state, but not actually the state itself…
  • 5% are “nurses”
  • 5% are “carers”
  • 1% actually have a trade, e.g. veterinarian or pharmacist or doctor
  • 1% do some menial practical job like driver
  • 3% state that they are a “stay at home mum” or say nothing about their career.

In short, at least 93% of all wimminz have a negative economic value and represent nothing but a burden to the state, however the flipside of this is that wimminz represent the majority OF the state, and so wield disproportionate levels of power within it.

In short, the two are so intertwined that essentially they become the same thing, you cannot split the state and wimminz any more than you can split the atom into its component parts and expect it to stay that way.

Wimminz and the State stand, or fall, together, as one.

There are many things that I cannot speak of, many confidences I cannot breach, but I do not suppose anyone reading this will find it a big leap to accept that both wimminz and the state are well aware that things are amiss in the state of Denmark, and they are also both well aware that they do not know how to “fix” it.

In my now not so recent secret family court appearances, more than anything else I was struck by the total lack of intellect in all those officials involved, and I have met some of our country’s very top “leaders” and seen the exact same fucking thing.

In shades of another ancient tale about King Alfred, I wouldn’t trust David Cameron to be left in charge of some cakes in the oven, I haven’t had the “pleasure” of meeting Barry-O, but I’d borrow money to place a bet at short odds that he is no better.

I realise that it is an old man’s disease to cry that the sky is falling, and nostalgia ain’t what it used to be, and I side with a very intelligent man named Mark Twain, who said that history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

Are we headed for World War 3 and Mad Max and One boy and his Dog?

I don’t actually think so, because we are on the cusp of so many technological events, and like all things 99% of the change happens in the last 1% of the event duration, so while WW3 would be “change” I thing what we are actually looking it is a quite different sort of “change”, but one that may well involve many smaller regional conflicts, both internal and inter-nation-al in nature.

Energy for one is a motherfucker.

I can tell you, for a fact, that “the internet” in the UK, which excludes all the servers and home computers, and just means the fucking network itself, absorbs around 10% of total peak electrical generating capacity.

If we implement a Star Trek / Minority Report level of “IT” tomorrow, where we each have multiple 4k screens streaming and processing live data and video calling, we are going to ramp that “the internet” energy consumption up from 10% of 2012 installed generating capacity to 50% at least.

And the fact is 4k won’t be enough.

Let me explain with a real world example.

Let us look at the world of CNC machining, say you are a home hobbyist with a machine that has a maximum work envelope 100 x 100 x 100 mm.

Let us start off with a very basic and crude machine that can only work to a precision of ± 1 mm.

This machine can travel 100 mm from X0, Y0, to X100, Y0.

Then 1 mm from X100, Y0 to X100, Y1

Then 100 mm from X100, Y1 to X0, Y1

Rinse and repeat, 100 x 100 mm journeys left and right, and 100 x 1 mm journeys in Y, which equals 10,100 mm travelled to traverse through every possible point on the bottom layer of the machine’s work envelope, but we can now go up in the Z axis another 99 mm, so the machine can in fact travel 1,010,000 millimetres to go through every single point in its work envelope.

If this machine can move at a maximum of 1 metre per second, which is reasonably FAST for such a cheap and nasty hobby home machine, then it will take 1,010 seconds, or 16.80 minutes, to traverse every possible point.

If the machine is using a total of 1,000 watts for the spindle and axis controls and computer controls, then it also just consumed 16.8/60 or 0.28 kWh

At 15 pence (£0.15) per kWh that is 3.75 pence worth of energy used.

All very well, but 1 mm precision is pretty useless, so lets say we up it by ONE SINGLE ORDER OF MAGNITUDE to 0.1 mm precision.

Since we are dealing in three dimensions, XYZ, we are making not just ten time the number or possible points that the machine can work through, but 10 x 10 x 10 = 1,000

So lets go back to those numbers.

Instead of 16.8 minutes to traverse every possible point, it now takes 16,800 minutes, or 280 hours.

(trying to cut this significantly will VASTLY increase the energy used to get far faster feeds and harsher acceleration of the work table, before long you get to the point where you are pushing it so hard it deforms the machine and you just lost ALL accuracy)

Instead of 0.28 kWh consumed to do that, it has now consumed 280 kWh

Instead of an electric bill for 3.75 pence, we have an electric bill for £37.50

However, in reality 0.1 mm precision isn’t a great deal of use for much engineering.

So another order of magnitude to 0.01 mm, which is enough for most large scale engineering like motor bearings and such like.

Another thousandfold increase.

So instead of 280 hours to traverse every single possible point, it now takes 280,000 hours, or a shade shy of 32 years.

Instead of 280 kWh used it is now 280 MWh.

Instead of £37.50 it is now £37,500.00

And so you see, from this very simple, real world, real physics, example, that we are hitting a point where change has to happen.

Here is another real world example.

Light travels at approximately 300 million metres per second, and the speed of electricity in a semiconductor is around  slower… we will call it 250 million metres per second.

If you run an oscillator, or CPU clock, at 5 GHZ, that is 5 with nine zeroes, so we can do some simple math, if electricity travels 250 million metres in one second, how far can it travel in one five billionth of one second.

The answer is 250,000,000 / 5,000,000,000 = 0.05 metres, which is 5 cm.

So unless we wish to break the speed of light, or indulge in designing AN ENTIRELY NEW system of electronics where different parts of the chip work at unsynchronised clock ticks, we just found the upper physical size limit of a single chip, and this is assuming electricity travels at 250,000 Km/sec in silicon, it does NOT, it travels far slower.

So of necessity, a chip running at a 5 GHz clock has to be half the size in any dimesion of a chip running at 2.5 GHz, this is fundamental basic physics.

The only way you can get more is to either break the speed of light, or put two cores on one die and start doing parallel processing, which is why today I am typing this on a laptop with 4 cores, each running at 2.5 GHz.

To go faster I need either 8 cores running at 2.5 GHz, or 4 cores half the physical size of these, running at 5 GHz.

Now, to get back to the beginning of all this.

Who do we know who are intellectually incapable of understanding any of this?

Who do we know who do not understand that a 1,000 mile journey done at an average speed of 50 mph (which is actually quite good for ANY road vehicle, even a Lamborghini on the Cannonball Run) cannot simply be made into a 2 hour journey at 500 mph AVERAGE speed, because the physics of the real world prevent it… especially when the vehicle in question is intended to transport 50 tons of food that 1,000 miles…..

Wimminz and their niggerz in the State.

So yes, we are heading for “change”… >;*)

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May 25, 2012

Beauty is in the eye of the hurricane.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:50 am

I’ve been thinking about this for best part of a year now, and have alluded to it now and again, but I think the time has come to come right out and say it.

There are no sexually attractive wimminz left in the west.

If the raw material was anything worth having, the western diet and porking out killed it.

If that wasn’t enough there will be tramp stamp tats all over it.

If that wasn’t enough there will be fucked up haircuts and chandeliers for earrings.

If that wasn’t enough, just in case you were blind and deaf, there is the fucking ATTITUDE and total lack of anything even remotely resembling feminine charms and grace.

I’ll come right out and say it.

I just can’t get a boner for flesh and blood wimminz in the west no more.

When it started I addressed the issue by indulging in kink, and as that got tired I got into kinkier kink, and as that got tired I thought fuck it.

So I started working my way down in years, 45 was my cut off (I’m in my 50’s) then 40, then 35, then 30, then I got to 25 and thought fuck it. (you know something is seriously fucking wrong when a guy in his 50’s is rejecting chicks in their 20’s wholesale as unfuckable)

I started to get REAL picky, any excuse from a few pounds overweight to something in the background of the PoF pic that I didn’t like, and then I thought fuck it.

So I eventually resorted to fantasy, fuck em from behind and close my fucking eyes and fantasise, and then I thought fuck it.

The reason I can’t get a boner for wimminz today is because I have overdosed on all their fucking bullshit, I’m sat here at 3:15 am, ALONE, and the fact is I DO NOT WANT A FUCKING WIMMINZ AROUND, EVEN FOR COMPANY.

I am just not that lonely, I cannot get that fucking lonely that I will trade my own space for THE ILLUSION of someone who gives a fuck about me.

Sure, I have damn near 40 years worth of HABIT of letching at wimminz, but I have zero urge to to anything about it.

I can’t even bring myself to indulge in some inane chat on PoF for a quick fuck.

I can’t even bring myself to text one of the sluts and say “I need to dump some cum” and do exactly that, no speaking no nothing just whip it out, slam it in and spurt.

It just doesn’t have any attraction.

Thing is, I realised WHY tonight while talking to a 24 year old skank on PoF, she asked me what I wanted.

What I want(ed) is the sort of WOMEN, not wimminz, WOMEN, that used to be around as late as the late 80’s, women with some shred of femininity… there weren’t many of them left by then, but there were a few.

Take all that good stuff away and all you have is some meat with an attitude that sucks.

Hell, earlier this year I had one totally submissive skank ho slut, actually not bad looking, 22 years old and wanting (google it) “24/7 TPE/IE” e.g. a willing slave. It lasted a fucking week and I just could not be bothered with the 11 mile drive.

One a wimminz has had more cocks than her shoe size that is it, she loses that femininity and allure, and gets the thousand cock stare and glassy eyes if the whore.

1985, that was the last time I did not get to fuck on the first date, and I fell for the femininity and allure and yeah it ended, but a few years later and it just wore out, it was a civilised and graceful ending.

Since 1985 the only way I was able to get a woman who had less cocks than her shoe size was to get a virgin intacta with an intact hymen, and none of them (3) grew up in houses with a father figure, and so they were totally androgynous in personality, not a feminine bone in their bodies.

Now, it being near the end of the month of May, 2012, a wimminz who has not had at least 5 cocks so far this fucking year is as rare as rocking horse shit, and it’s not the quantity of cock per se, it is the thousand cock whore’s glassy eyes and attitude that fucks it for me.

1985, the last time I could smell a woman, even though I hadn’t been near her for 24 hours, and a heavenly smell it was too.

My grandfather pulled me aside when I was a young man and gave me some advice, the older I get, the smarter he was.

He held up his hand, and said that if a woman has had more men than fingers on her hand, she is changed forever into a whore, and whores are only good for fucking and leaving.

Being young and stupid, and worried, I asked him, what about men gramps, what if men have had more women than fingers on his hand.

Men are made different he said, the things a man loves and believes in when he is 15 he will still believe in and love when he is 75, though he may get short tempered, but women he said are always changing the things they love and the things they believe in.

He was a farmer, and he finished by saying it wasn’t just people, you could look at dogs or horses or cattle, the male animals were constant, the female animals were creatures of change.

Wimminz be the best fucking contraceptive on the planet.

I have literally as much urge to fuck a wimminz, even an “8” who is slim and fit and 25, as I have to cornhole some overweight sweaty fag.

No boner, not even a twinge. Peter Pecker is on strike.

Hell, at least I rode high on the hog when there were women about, before the wimminz took over like some bodysnatcher / zombie plague.

I will report back if I go back on PoF, but for now at least it is time to call it a day as far as cunt is concerned.

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May 23, 2012

No “players” please, just clueless newbs.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 6:32 pm

It’s been a funny old week, for one I am seeing more and more wimminz who have been on PoF for a year or so just say fuck it and re-write their profile from “dating” or “long term” etc. to “intimate encounter“…. I did mention it before, but her mentality and all that, I am seeing it more and more lately.

Let’s face it, fuck-buddy / FWB is the lowest opening bid in the relationship stakes a wimminz can place on the table, you either have to be very confident, not give a fuck about chump change, or desperate to play at those stakes, I will leave it to the reader to guess which applies to the wimminz.

I also just had an interesting conversation with an FWB that I blew out, she was shocked by it, assuming she was “doing enough” to keep it going, whereas I said your attitude just didn’t make me feel like my cock was that special to you…. lolol…  so I mentioned something about pastures green, if you could get to them past all the wimminz on PoF who specifically stated that they did not want players / had kissed a lot of frogs etc… and she laughed, and said something interesting.

She said “yeah, that’s because you lot (players) don’t buy our bullshit.”

So in effect “no players” is not saying “I do not want a man who sees me as a fuck-buddy“, but rather it is saying “I want a man who still buys MY version of reality and doesn’t question it“, where her version of reality is that she is a cuddly sexy nice and trustworthy and reliable person, whereas the real version of reality is she has already fucked some guy over in a divorce, leopards never change their spots, and the only possible reason to spend any time in her company is to be dumping some cum in her holes.

Being pre-selected as “unsuitable to fuck” by these wimminz is not actually any kind of insult or reflection upon me, it means that I am projecting EXACTLY the right image of myself along the wimminz grapevine in PoF, where the wimminz themselves are self selecting themselves and elimination us as possible fuck-buddies, while doing so in such a way that it is DEMONSTRABLY their choice… no possible future hassles for me.

But, the title of this piece could equally be applied to many other things, such as financial markets, or say the political system in Greece, and while I cannot prove it or demonstrate it, it is quite clear to me that to the wimminz on PoF the “man market” is about the same as the “buyers market” for someone trying to sell a house in Spain, there are a LOT of fuckers out there peering at the cards in the agents’ windows, but no fucker is actually buying, and those on BOTH sides of the glass know exactly what is going on, even if neither of them admit it openly.

Just as there are people who claim all sorts of supposed “attractive features” for a property, and then state a totally ludicrous asking price, there are wimminz on PoF who claim all sorts of supposed “attractive features” (hang on, isn’t it supposed to me MY fucking decision if you are sexy or not… etc) and then state a totally ludicrous “asking price”, eg specification for the man who will be “lucky enough” to be “rewarded” with her becoming your parasite…  but just as in the real estate agent markets, everyone knows that THAT house is never going to sell for a fraction of that fucking money, and that anyone stupid enough to pay even a quarter of the asking price will lose his fucking shirt even if he flips it in a week.

Especially when it isn’t a “one owner from new” house, but a flop-house / motel, which is what “kissed too many frogs” is an explicit admission of, they may as well say “Village Bike” on the first line of their adverts, doesn’t matter how well it is preserved or how hot it may once have been, everyone knows everyone else has ridden it, so like the flop-house / motel, the only possible reason for buying it is if you can buy it cheap enough to turn a profit… no way you would want to move in YOURSELF….

Expect big daddy State to get just as freaky and insane in the defence of the wimminz as it is in the housing ponzi scheme, according to the slit Lagarde at the IMF the Bank of England base rate of 0.5% is way too high, and the reason that the UK housing market has stagnated, so the BoE is supposed to lower interest rates for home loans, to maybe 0.0%… I shit you not… I have no idea how this is supposed to work, when even interest only repayment liar loans stopped working, but it should GIVE YOU A FUCKING CLUE WHAT IS TO COME.

Like the housing ponzi scheme the wimminz ponzi scheme has not yet collapsed, because nobody dare mention zat ze emperor, he has no clothes, because the whole things got so fucking crazily out of control, that there is no fucking way to get a soft readjustment, the only way forwards is a hard crash, and the more it is postponed the wore it will be, but kick the can down the road they do.

But the fact is that the wimminz ponzi scheme is getting ever more fragile, and it is getting ever more difficult to maintain the illusion, and it is going to be a stone cold bitch when it resets, because in effect the wimminz ponzi scheme IS the fucking State apparatus, the wimminz ARE the apparatchicks (sic)

So the house that has been “For Sale” for three years for £195,950 is still for sale, but now the sign says “No offer refused”, or “Auction” but a no reserve one where it gets market to market, because EVEN IF IT IS WORTH NOTHING, THE CURRENT OWNERS WITH TO DIVEST THEMSELVES OF THE ONGOING MAINTENANCE AND EXPENSES AND LIABILITIES.

And so it will be with the wimminz, and we may see this first in Greece or Spain if the State collapses in those places…  the wimminz who are nurses or secretaries may find themselves employable, but they will be marked to market and the rest of the wimminz on the State tit will be simply discarded.

At that point far from the “not a bad pair of tits” on a 40 year old body coming with a ludicrous “asking price”, even getting into the table to place the “intimate encounter” / will fuck for free no strings lowest opening bid is going to be one over subscribed motherfucker.

Which brings me to the OTHER thing I am seeing on PoF, while many of the wimminz who failed to sell their properties on the dating and long term relationship markets are sliding over to the intimate encounter / lowest opening bid sector, the ones already there are doubling down.

What can you do to beat a “will fuck for free” lowest opening bid?

“Will fuck / threesome for free” of course, and I am seeing it.

Got a fucking roof with running water and electricity and heating and the ability to feed an extra two mouths?

Sooner than you may think, that may be enough to be an alpha dog with the wimminz competing to be one of the two you offer shelter to.

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May 20, 2012

Stupid black bastards

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:24 pm

The story is at the link below, black people in laundromat, black guy puts black child in tumble dryer, as soon as door shuts dryer engages, cue hilarity

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2146782/Panic-Laundromat-Parenting-fail-man-puts-SON-washing-machine-turns–survives.html

If it *had* been a washing machine we could have enquired whether the black kid came out nice and white, and smelling of summer fields and cracker.

I went to school amongst the ruins left by the luftwaffe, we used to delight in telling “concentration camp” jokes, such as the ones about sports day in the concentration camp, where the grinning oberleutenant announces that der engerlanders will do this, der welsh will do this, der scots will do this, and der jews vill play hopscotch…. on zee minefield…. or der jews vill play squash…. und I vill drive der steamroller…

Having told such a racist / anti semitic joke about the jews and nazis, we would then skip on through jokes about the english, irish, pakistanis, nigerians, spanish and chinese, in fact, jokes about every single racial background of every single kid in the class, and we all laughed our asses off at each other.

It does not matter WHAT you are, 30 boys will find SOMETHING different about you, and proceed to rip you a new one about it, and the more it “gets” to you the more mercilessly they will rip, until you get over it and yourself and realise that the problem throughout was that you thought you were an exception and deserved special treatment for having x trait or characteristic.

Having told our jokes about jews or wogs or irish, we would then share our money / sweets / toys / whatever with said jews or wogs or irish with more willingness than I would have shared same with my genetic brother, because these were my friends.

You see, I went to, at the times I am writing of, an all boys school, and a little later I went to a mixed school, and when I talk about schools I am talking about what the English refer to as Public School, and the yanks refer to as Private School… lol.. e.g. not the state system, though I did go to state schools as well for a while…  yeah yeah, lots of services kids can relate to a new school and location and even country every two or three years throughout childhood.

What is important is I went to what are now classed as some of the very earliest “progressive” schools, and while other more radical schools came later, I knew those schools too, and many of the students, and to this day still bump into them.

The differences between one sex schooling and mixed schooling was in-de-mother-fucking-describe-able.

I shit you not, I have seen both from the inside at various ages from 7 to 17, and the Zambesi and the Thames have more in common, and yes I have seen both of them too.

That “bonding” process I described above, where we all ripped the shit out of each other’s sensibilities and became good friends, didn’t get a fucking look in at mixed school.

Instead of doing some shit because it was badass or it was some sort of school record, you had kids doing stuff to impress the chicks, and suddenly calling your black nigerian friend, who was a prince who had a proper Chamo name, and the closest ingerish sounding name was SamB, so sambo it was, and HE never fucking objected, oh no, other people objected on his behalf, and he would tell them to fuck off and stop hassling his friend, and then they would turn on him….

Hell, have to put my hand on my chest and admit that instead of girls being something you were interested in after school two or three evenings a week, girls become something you start thinking about all day every day, and you find you have to start dealing with guys who are now doing shit to impress some girl….. and you just couldn’t reason with them.

For my own part I recall one of these guys crossed a line with me, a case of petty theft, and so I just went and crossed that line back, with bells on, and this shit hit the fan.

Some time later we have the guy in question, me, and the headmaster in a room, I flatly refused to discuss what happened, so the other boy just spills his guts, truthfully and accurately, but that wasn’t the point.

So the headmaster, who it has to be said was old school, and in fact an old boy from the last school I was at, so he knew EXACTLY where I was coming from, looked me in the eye and said “So basically as far as you are concerned this was a simple case of rough justice that didn’t need to go any further.” and I said “Yes Sir”.

So the head gave me the sack, expelled me, whatever you want to call it, because while me and the other guy both crossed the line, I crossed it harder and further in retaliation, and he went to the authoritahs to complain, and I didn’t, so you can see where this was going and I don’t need to spell out why I was canned and the other guy wasn’t.

Fast forwards 20 odd years, and I run across this guy, his girlfriend at the time, and the chick I was after at the time and didn’t quite get…. the UK just isn’t that big and so on..

He is a complete fat slimeball, even if I have never met him just a photo would have made me go yuck, he is full of loud bravado, hail fellow well met… still a chickenshit grass as far as I am concerned, and his girlfriend at the time, she is there too, twice divorced, managing some wimminz magazine, cruising the room trying to pretend it is 1980 and she still has pert tits and smooth skin and her life ahead of her, and then someone female says “Hey stranger” in my ear, and it is the girl I was chasing but never quite got, she is now “equestrian” and yet again it appears that I am the only man in the room whose cock she has not sucked, so the mildly desperate offer is made and I pass, and I dunno why I keep coming back to these fucking things every couple of years, and I am about to quit and I see a smiling black as the ace of spades face “SAM-BO!!” I yelp and the ripples of shock and stunned silence ripple outwards as he basically picks me up and hugs me… I always forget just how fucking BIG that guy is, even at school he used to tower over me, but he used to tower over the football players too, but BUILT, buck nigger built.

I see Sheila is still after your cock he says, I shudder, hey sam-bo that is no way to greet a guy you haven’t seen for, shit, how long has it been? ten years? never… really? fuuuuuck.

Which brings me right back to the beginning of this story, the dumb ass nigger who put his kid in a commercial tumble dryer… you see I have been to and lived in Africa, and I have been to Sam-bo’s territory too, and there are very very ignorant indigenous native peoples, nota bene, I used the word ignorant, not the word stupid, go check a dictionary if you are not sure of the difference… ignorance is curable.

There are also, some very stupid people amongst those ignorant masses.

You see, Sam-bo and I BOTH went from the same all boys school, to the same mixed school, albeit about 6 months apart… and another tale rests there, because he got there first, but he was black so in those early days of political correctness they couldn’t say much, until his white mate turned up six months later, and he could have a double helping…..  so he says to me with a wide gesture at this lot, the annual reunion for the mixed school, these are the truly stupid my friend, they live in a technological wonderland, water at the turn of a tap, power at the flick of a switch, and they know nothing, what was the americans say, yes, twelve o clock flashers.

I laugh my ass off, he is referring to people whose houses are full of VCR’s and other equipment that is always pulsing 12:00 because they cannot read the manual and set it properly… what could possibly go wrong sticking a live child into a commercial tumble dryer??

They do dumb fucking shit, constantly, because after all that is what they were taught at that second, progressive, mixed school, where it was all about the dynamic of constantly shifting interpersonal relationships, where as, in the first, traditional, all boys school….

Well, readin, ritin, and rithmetik were by far the very least of what we were taught, and older I get the more I realise just how much extra curricular, but civilising, shit we were taught.

I realise just how much of it we were taught by being thrown together and left to civilise ourselves and work out how to live together, because those in charge of the school knew that there was only one true path, and eventually all will find it, or destroy themselves and exclude themselves and be taken out of school or expelled.

I realise that it is not just coincidence that the first all boys school produced vast numbers who went on to be officers in the military, or religious leaders, or any of the practical trades like airline pilots and ship captains and surgeons, as well as all the lower ranks in all those fields, whereas the second school produced vast number of pen pushers who were busy quite literally fucking each others husbands and wives and anything else that moved.

I realise that all the crap schoolboy jokes that started this out will damn me to hell in the modern world, because they will tell me that these are a sure sign that I am something that I am not, e.g. a racist.

I realise that the horror the secret family courts view me with is in fact a very close first cousin to the horror the second mixed school viewed Sam-bo and myself with, the horror that all invertebrates feel for anything with a backbone, and therefore higher up the evolutionary ladder, whether it be a good or bad individual creature, it is still higher up the ladder.

I realise that the first school, and in fact my entire childhood, and the world back then, was a crucible.

THAT, is what this has always been about, I cannot laugh at the stupid nigger who puts his child in a tumble dryer, because that laughter is all a part of the refining process, separating base metals and slag out from ore.

This isn’t about elitism.

It never was, trust me mofo, I WENT TO THESE FUCKING SCHOOLS, there was nothing elite about us, and in the case of some of us we were the very fucking lowest of gutter scrapings.

It was all about processing and refinement, did not matter what went in, a better and improved and more self aware product came out the other end.

Even the fucking lowest of us was refined, and had some trace metals added to make a far better alloy than he ever could have been.

It wasn’t exactly a standard joke, but it was said that at the low end our school would not turn out mere murderers, they would be mass murderers.

Again, this is not about elitism.

This is about COMPETENCE.

Sam-bo, I’ll have him at my back any day of the week, and I believe he would say the same about me still, but those others from that mixed school…. I wouldn’t want to be within 5,000 yards of the useless cunts, because they will attract trouble down on my head.

You can imagine it, all you have to do is keep your fucking head down, keep still, and wait patiently until the Rhino gets bored and moves on, but these petty cunts would be like refugees from some “I am a fucking princess…” celebutard show, and they’d be whining about the humidity and slapping at ants and fucking with an ipod, and if they survived the initial charge and goring it would be whine whine whine about why didn’t ___I___ fucking help, or warn, or save them….

Like the nigger in the video above, IF you are dumb enough to do that, or permit it to happen, the fastest solution is get down, brace your legs, get a two hands on grip, and rip that motherfucking door OFF that machine, even if that doesn’t activate the safety switch, you can get the kid out, and give it cool outside air.

Running around like some useless bitch, THAT is what they were taught at the mixed school.

Sam-bo is about as far as you can get from me, genetically and culturally and socially, only way you could make him and me more different is change the sex of one of us, or make one of us non human.

And yet in that old school reunion we were the closest to each other, because we had both been through the crucible and come of age and become Men…. everyone else was still stuck in self denial and living in 1977… another jubilee year… the more things change, the more they stay the same.

I won’t post it here, but a few days after that Sam-bo sent me an email (hey, you have email he asks me …. you gonna 419 me mofo? lol) with a scanned page from the 1977 yearbook with the usual graduation shit, but also a picture of Shelia and the grass’s girlfriend…. I’m not sure what I ever saw in it/her, and boy, tempus fugit is a stone cold bitch.

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