May 16, 2012
Don’t come back
I am trending towards using “currently playing” as post titles..>;*)
I am seeing more and more skanks on PoF not merely coming back with new adverts, but coming back and placing themselves in the “intimate encounter” section rather than the “dating” or “relationship” etc sections.
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Ageing, the process of living and gaining experience and being changed by your experiences.
Sure, we have all seen and heard about older men in their sixties and seventies being with, being able to fuck and even being able to impregnate wimminz who are 20/30/40 years younger than themselves, and therefore reasonably hot by dint of being fertile, but I am scratching my head trying to think of older men who are actively fucking older wimminz…
There is a reason for this, let me explain;
My own story is I spent my forties basically being sexually faithful to two wimminz, one of em mainly, with a couple of one night stands thrown in for good luck, then I got the whole FRA as opening salvo in a separation and child custody battle that went nuclear on day one.
That put a real crimp in my libido, and basically I didn’t fuck for 15 months, then I picked up again and then I discovered PoF, and basically I have spent the past three years fucking almost anything that moved, getting through approximately one new wimminz every two weeks, while keeping others on the back burner etc.
Prior to my forties I really did fuck everything that moved, don’t even ask for numbers because I have no fucking clue, couldn’t even guess to the nearest 50 if my life depended on it.
Now, the purpose of this post.
I cannot ask my father or grandfather because they are dead, but I suspect, genetics being what it is, that since we have so much else in common we will also share a common sex drive.
And I mention THIS because I have found that for the past six months my own sex drive has been, well, “changing” is a good word.
I’m using the word changing, because it has changed in the past, see above for two example, coming out of a fairly steady LTR into a FRA, and the rebound from that.
The “change” I am noticing is that I am seeing less and less wimminz that I want to fuck, dramatically so when we start talking about wimminz past their thirties.
I have one long term FWB who is past thirties but not a lot, and fact is she is very very easy to be with, all that traditional wimminz shit, takes great pleasure in feeding me, picking up after me, hanging out with me, but my urge to fuck her is low… once a week or even once a fortnight would do me.
Meanwhile the slutty skanks in their twenties I could bang all day and night, but lacking a yacht in Monte Carlo I have to be realistic and accept that for many of them I am OLDER than their father and so insufficiently rich to fuck, so most of my wimminz be thirties or early forties, and even then I am noticing that a big part of the find em / fuck em / forget em that is PoF dating is because in the chase stage where they send me pictures of their cunts on my smartphone it is like porn, all good stuff, but having fucked them despite the firmer and fertile flesh the whole porn thing is fucked up by my actual personal knowledge of them… e.g. that one talks about her kid, like I give a fuck, this one thinks that now we are fucking she is entitled to something or me picking up a tab, the other one is fucking untidy and messy…
So it is not that my sex drive has gone down, it is that having purged myself of whatever pent up fucking I had accumulated, and also having learned ever more about the TRUE nature of wimminz, I find it harder and harder to maintain the “porn” mentality that is essential to fuck.
I could show you nekkid pictures of one wimminz that I have been fucking, mid 30’s and never had kids and always looked after herself very carefully, face ain’t bad and the body it has to be said looks every bit as good as any teenagers, albeit up close if you poke and prod not QUITE the same as teen flesh, not quite the same tone or suppleness, but damn close… looks better than many wimmiz who are in porn.
And there I was last week doggy style with my cock in her cunt and her moaning and grabbing the sheets, and I feel myself getting not exactly less hard, but drifting away from that hill you have to get over to come.. you know what I mean there guys… because I am looking down at her very cute ass, and unfortunately I see HER, and start thinking about the things that I now know about HER, as an individual, so I do THAT thing, THAT pose we all know so well.
Lean back, look away from her, look up at the ceiling, pretend she is some other slut that I have not had yet, one of the ones in the production line, and hey presto, we start climbing that hill to orgasm, or rather I do, she sounds like she is having plenty of fun… lol… and so I shoot a load into her cunt… Mission Accomplished.
So, here is the interesting question;
- How much of this is due to my ageing process physically?
- How much of this is due to my learning more about the nature of wimminz every day?
- How much of this is due to my body reacting to less fuckable, less fertile, e.g. older wimminz?
- How much of this is due to me frankly having fucked so many bitches that all the novelty has worn off?
- How much of this is due to wimminz themselves constantly evolving attitudes, e.g. the wimminz of 2012 being a lot less fuckable than the wimminz of 2002?
As I said up there, my own father and grandfather are dead, so I cannot compare notes, except what I already know, so I can’t ask direct questions, but I can perhaps take another look at family history, and perhaps now find that certain events have a different meaning for me as I see them from a different perspective.
Now there is one thing missing from the above list of questions.
Between my younger fuck anything days and now, I have discharged by DNA impulse to breed, and thanks to my psycho skank ho ex and the state, been discharged from any responsibility or involvement in the raising of said fruit of my loins.
I think, instinctively, this is the make equivalent to the female ticking womb, and I think in all discussions on mens sites it is overlooked, shit that applies to men that have not yet bred simply does not apply to me, and once that DNA subroutine has been run, what is left is an appreciably DIFFERENT man.
I think, instinctively, I have no actual urge to impregnate any more wombs, not even those inhabiting the most incredibly hot bisexual teen twins, so while there is a holdover from those days that allows me to get a raging hard-on and spend all day and night banging such a pair of twins, the procreation component is entirely missing, ONLY the “porn” element is left.
Which is a death sentence for the wimminz, suddenly whole swathes of what WAS fucking is no longer fuckable, and my standards of how low I will go on that scale (“10”) are rising dramatically.
Case in point, now playing, Suzi Quattro, can the can.
I had this poster
Gotta admit it, I have no idea how often I wanked over that back in the day.
Now, that SAME PIC, not her today, but the same pic, yeah, I’d hit it, but frankly I am not quite sure how I managed to spurt so often and so easily over it, she just ain’t that fucking hot.
What’s changed? Apart from my DNA hard-wiring to procreate?
This is the question I would like to be able to ask my dad and gramps, point to certain events in family history, and ask, do you think maybe you did this, and not that, because you had already fathered my dad / me?
Because I suspect the answer is yes, and I suspect that NONE of this is news to any wimminz, not even the pregnant at 13 ones, there are some things that the wimminz have always been way ahead of the men on.
I think perhaps ALL men vastly under-estimate the biological ability, and therefore URGE, to impregnate many wimminz simultaneously, as a factor in what makes any INDIVIDUAL wimminz sexually attractive to us at any given time.
I know that in my case, in which there was a polyamorous triangle, when one of them got pregnant and then gave birth I lost all interest in fucking her, but took a greater interest in fucking the other one, definitely some BIOS level DNA programming at work there.
I have observed in other where a couple have had three (or more) kids, and where there was clearly no cuckolding, it ALWAYS went one of two ways, either the kids got successively better looking, or successively uglier, like the two sets of DNA were fine tuning the mix, or were going more out of sync, with each subsequent effort.
_IF_ there is a shred of truth in these speculations and observations, then the outlook for society as we know it and nations and economies as we know it is dire indeed, because the current state of family courts means that we are fucking with one side of a BIOS level piece of DNA programming.
We are utterly breaking the system that is designed to keep me around the womb(s) that bear the fruit of my loins, a place where the sexual attractiveness of the wimminz in question is moot, because as the mother(s) of my children I will only see and care about a whole host of other things, all related to child rearing.
Break that “covenant” and not only do I start to question the sexual attractiveness of the mothers of my children, but I start to look at ALL wimminz with a more experienced and jaundiced eye… after all, I HAVE THE FUCKING TIME FOR SUCH THINKING NOW…
I do know that when I look at the mother(s) of my children now, I do not see creatures that are in any way sexual, even though they are still just about fertile, I don’t even see them as “female” except in the pure biological dictionary definition sense.
When you add in the fact that my skank ho ex is a PSYCHO skank ho ex, it is actually a bit of a struggle to see it as a human being, and in truth it is an “it” to me, not a “she”.
While there are many things that the wimminz “get” a zillion times better than men, this, this “decoupling” that I, and presumably many modern men fucked over by the courts and the state, is something that the wimminz are simply hard-wired to never even be able to accept, much less understand.
It is this decoupling, which just happens to have one side effect of whether a particular wimminz is sexually attractive, and if so how much, and in what way, that is going to have such dire consequences for the society and culture and economy and nations as we have known them.
I am not going to even lift a finger to tap a key on a keyboard to benefit, aid, succour, help, support or defend an “it”, nor indeed any niggerz who does.
I do not hate my psycho skank ho ex, I do not even see it as sub-human, I don’t even see it as non-human, after all dogs and other mammals etc. are non human, rather I see it as a tumour, a pestilence, an infection, a biological agent with negative traits.
A “thing” to which I am immune (so I have no urge to cure or cleanse or destroy either) and as such a thing which effectively ceases to exist in my universe.
Now THAT is when your habitat gets trashed by the Cat D9 to make way for a motorway, when you cease to exist in the universe of the workman and engineer who builds and maintains the very structure of society.
We can all simply ignore megadeaths that happen “somewhere else” and the fact is that there is nowhere on the face of the planet more remote than “I don’t give a fuck about you one way or another.”
The stories about Dachau and Auschwitz etc are woefully incomplete, unless you include the stories of the people and society and towns and villages and communities in which they were built, and in which if they were noted at all, it was as a local employer.
May 15, 2012
Just a quick anecdotal really
Because the last thing I want this blog to get to be is to be a link farm for wimminz who have made false rape accusations or a link farm for stories of wimminz outrageous behaviour, a lot of stories I see I just ignore, if that shit interests you you can easily enough find it on your own with a google news feed.
Nevertheless there are some things that I see that interest me, and I wonder if anyone else has noted the same things;
PoF is a great barometer… changes in PoF are changes in wimminz in the real world.
I am seeing greatly increased levels of;
- Wimminz PoF adverts stating that they want an industrious and hard working man, in the fucking headline.
- Wimminz adverts from Wales.
Wales is one of those places, take away the artificial economic subsidies and it collapses back to its default state, which is with the (coal) pits closed is 90% unemployment.
Lots of wimminz from Wales signing up to PoF is canary in the coal mine shit, they are looking for something they cannot find locally, and that ain’t cock, so it can only be;
- A man with a weekly wage packet
- A man who doesn’t live in wales, e.g. a way out (of wales)
Shit testing them ( I have zero intention of fucking any of them, welsh bitches are unfuckable because of the accent alone) on subjects such as long distance relationships and the like reveals what can only be “Russian bride” attitudes to the whole subject.
Shit testing them on the subject of my claimed employment also reveals huge attitude changes, to the wimminz who are all of course managers at the very least, the worst job you could have said was something lowly in IT “I fix computers” was an almost guaranteed way to break off contact, a dweeb who was limp and pathetic and who spent all hours with his head under the hood of a computer, not any more, suddenly it sounds like a full time gainfully employed job, but make sure you work for IBM or Microsoft, no self employed MD / CEO of my own business, unless it is IBM, because all these wimminz seeking a way out are managers and owners of their own businesses, and they will not and can not see any disparity between custom (inedible) cup cakes made to order and your 24/7 call out plumbing business…
I have always maintained that as herd animals wimminz are always a lot quicker to sense and change in the wind and react accordingly, if so then here you go, here is another sign, hard times are a coming and the smarter and faster reacting of the wimminz are looking to secure a place with a new stud in a new valley a long ways away from the current one.
Lots of these bitches also have horses, or worse still mini bitches who also have horses.
In the UK if you put 3 horses in an acre (4,000 M2) field before long there will be nothing but mud for the horses to eat and medical issues with hoofs will start to set in, you can rotate 3 horses through two or three one acre paddocks, provided you provide feed, because that tiny amount of land will not feed them.
Storing a week’s feed takes a fair bit of space, then if you have horses you have all the bridles and saddles and tack, which also needs storage space and maintenance space, then you have all your vets bills, because living cooped up in a tiny one acre paddock is completely unnatural for a horse, and the beat goes on, and on…. oh yes, the paddock needs fencing, wood as well as electric, then there is the shit to pick up…
Basically you can run an old motorcycle, say a 70’s SOHC Honda or late Norton or AMF Harley, for what it costs to run one horse, in time and resources and money, so these skank ho’s with two bitch daughters and three horses, you are basically be expected to take on the running costs of three people into old bikes, and their bikes, which is fine, AFTER your own fucking garage is full of classic iron that you play with and ride every day…
No wonder they are looking for hard working men.
May 12, 2012
You can always hear the king call
One of the rules of spammers was that they always defined spam as “that which they themselves did not do…”
This is actually an excellent metric / definition for many other things, totalitarian regime, marxist / leninist / anarcho syndicalist commune, police state.
In every one of these places they will define that appropriate label and “that which we ourselves do not do.”
I have lived and travelled in many places on this planet, many of them were trouble-spots, even if they were not defined as active war zones, either with neighbours or civil, or as being under martial law.
Frankly this is where the money is, but whether by luck or judgement I always managed to not be there when the shit hit the fan, for example I missed Rwanda by less than seven days.
None of them ever, ever, ever defined themselves as what they were, and by and large the majority of the population agreed, when the population doesn’t agree you get revolution and civil war as happened recently in Yugoslavia.
I have seen (foreign white men there only for the work quite often) thrown in “jails” that were little more than cess pits, because a local who never even owned a bike accused the guy in question of stealing his bike, I have seen a man who was sent around the bend by the treatment he had and ended up saluting petrol pumps, I have seen an otherwise normal man who would always pick up ants and put them in his beer, and there were the lucky ones that got out alive and in one piece physically, largely because they were white and their family or company could afford to come up with some payola.
These are the “funny” stories that I can tell over a beer, I could tell other far more grisly stories, I won’t, not here.
Currently I find myself living and working in Runway 51, the country formerly known as the United Kingdom, and speaking as a relative outsider who has travelled and worked in many of the world’s “hotspots” I feel that I am well qualified to look around me and spot when I am living in what is in effect a police state, where I have zero rights and the only way to survive is to fly lower than anyone else.
Jean Charles De Menezes is a nice little example, a man minding his own business, obeying every law in the land, who becomes the subject of mistaken identity, and hour later he has seven bullets in his head (and others elsewhere) because as you know, one 9mm round at point blank range in the brain just ain’t enough, the double tap is the only way to be sure, and in the case of enemies of the state and zombies seven rounds is ideal.
I didn’t see Menezes corpse, but I have seen others that have taken a similar number of handgun rounds to the head from 38 S&W or 9mm Hipower, not because the first didn’t kill them, but because when you hate some fucker and they die on you and you still have some live shells left what the fuck are you supposed to do to burn that adrenaline rush off, and not once did any of them have what could be described as a head left after the fifth round, after that it was just shooting into a pile of gristle on top of the neck.
Typically there are some 3 million children in this country who have been taken away from their father by the state, and this has been “legitimised” by creating the paperwork to do this in the secret family courts, where none of the criminal legal standards of evidence and preponderance of doubt apply, all it takes, all it ever takes, is hearsay, as though the plural of accusation is evidence.
Typically these systems reserve a special hate for those who, when thusly fucked up the ass, refuse to bow down and accept that they did indeed commit some awful crime, and so as a result only those who, against all the odds, continue to protest their innocence are denied all possibility of parole or early release, no matter how much of a model prisoner they actually are.
That which we do not do includes imprisoning innocent men for decades, like South Africa did to Mandela, except we do, the papers are full of people who did 20 years behind bars for always maintaining their innocence, and were ultimately exonerated by DNA evidence.
Evil countries like Russia did this with the gulags, evil countries like North Korea do this, good countries like Israel, the UK, the USA , France, they do not do this, by dint of claiming that such abuses are “that which we do not do”
I could tell you a story about an ex WW2 E boat that used to be moored in a harbour in an island on the western side of Greece, and the guns, which included FN assault rifles and Browning Hipowers, were stored in the local police station when the boat and crew were in port.. when the boat left the crew went to the police station and collected the guns, then hammered up the coast to buy “stuff” in Albania and drop it off in Italy… often chased by the relevant customs boats, exchanging small arms fire and automatic assault rifle fire, when the boat got back to Greece the weapons were handed back and the bullet holes fixed, stuff was often Marboros in cartons of 5,000, but then greed set in and “stuff” started to become the odd bale of grass, and everyone else got greedy to.. I bailed, two weeks later the entire crew were taken and got 25 years in an Albanian jail.
By any metric that I know, I am living in a Police State.
I have not ever been to the mainland USA, and so while on the one hand I cannot speak with authority because of that, the border controls that make me choose to stay out are the border controls of a Police State.
The USA Department for homeland security, which is in country with a population of some 310 million, has ordered 450 million round of hollow point handgun ammo. Clearly there are other supplies / stocks / orders for 5.56, 50 cal etc
5 rounds of 38 S&W or 9mm parabellum reduced human skulls to a mass of minced meat and gristle and bone, have no direct experience but I suspect 2 rounds of hollow point will do the same job.
I have seen hollow points used on human limbs, I am not a medical doctor, but I do not believe the long term prognosis would have been anything but amputation or death.
Last week I accompanied a good friend of mine to the secret family courts as a McKenzie Friend, I have no legal knowledge to speak of, and I was not there to advise him legally, but a McKenzie is the only way for an outsider to be admitted to secret family court.
My job was to sit next to him for a day and a half with my arm across his shoulders, and every time he twitched too much or drew a breath to speak, I shifted my hand and drove my thumb into his neck, HARD. He still has the bruises.
I took the job because after an earlier hearing he said he felt like he was “..living in a fucking police state” I leaned forwards, grabbed his jaw, looked him right in the eye and said “You are.”
and continued “And unless you learn to act appropriately, you are going to lose what fucking freedoms and abilities you have left.”
I’m just waiting for us to progress to the point where we start recruiting for the Waffen SS, when that time comes I have a wealth of experience and knowledge to bring to the role of Haupt, none of that fucking feldwebel stuff for me, I have a Google email alert for the local jobs section…
May 10, 2012
RSVP
You are cordially invited to a funeral, you may bring guests, the funeral itself is likely to be yours.
I have readers in the USA, in Oz, in Ecuador, in Latvia, there is a man who, if I were to name him, all of them would have heard of him.
This man is dead, but at one point I used to know him quite well. I do not identify him because if I did it would be like saying “I used to know Elvis”, suddenly whatever message I wanted to get across would be lost in the noise of those wanting to know about Elvis, and those who said I was lying.
Nor do I mean “I knew that man, but he never heard of me”, I mean he used to call me by my given name and look me in the eye.
All of you who know his name, which is all of you, will identify him with certain things, and while those things are more or less true, they are incidental to the man I knew, and incidental to the things he actually wanted other people to stop and think about.
I could say many things, tell many stories, all of them involving names that many of you will have heard of, it’s not so surprising really, once you are in a trade and place to intersect with the lives of one well known person, you are by definition where other well known persons hang out, so for example a plumber / hairdresser / landscaper / pool designer / etc will tend to have zero famous clients, or many.
What you will, or should, learn from such stories is that all of these people can tell stories, and all of the stories are unpleasant, and all the unpleasant stories involve ruthless people.
The reason the man I started this with is known to you all for what he is known, and not for the things that he wanted people to think about, is ruthless people.
In effect ruthless people offer fame and fortune if you dance to the tune, if Elvis wants to sing the blues and act badly in films that is great, if Elvis wants to talk about unions and workplace politics well, we can always get someone else to be Elvis, someone who wants to be famous and rich.
Ruthless people make it tough for an honest politician to make a living, even a poor living, same for investigative journalists, or a passionate doctor, or any field of human endeavour you can to name.
Ruthless people are the reason I can go to very poor countries and buy kidneys, corneas, skin, all sorts of shit from live donors… live donors who are exploited for their relative ignorance and economic hardship… “You want ten years wages for that kidney?” is a persuasive argument.
Of course there are some organs nobody would donate, I only have one liver, one heart.. but to ruthless people, well, there is a market for everything.
Six Olympic games ago, a man whose name you will not know, told me about a conversation he had with a friend of his whose name you ought to know, one late Haile Selasse, that some of his people were falling prey to such ruthless people, the irony being that the trafficked “live organs” ended up in Miami, in the expensive and exclusive clinics of Jewish doctors, most of whom were allegedly unaware of the extent of persuasion behind the donor organs in question.
To someone with the ability to pay (in 1980’s millions) in cash a couple of million dollars to anyone who can arrange a suitable donor heart, and who has only months to live, maybe asking a load of questions about persuasion is like the wannabe Elvis wanting to sing about unions and corruption…. listen kid, you want this gig or not? if not there are plenty others out there who do…. so say the ruthless people.
Ruthless people.
The thing is, they aren’t that ruthless, not really.
They are just “well, if I did not do this, someone else would.”
Selling life insurance policies or double glazing or jehovas witnesses door to door or cold calling on the phone, hey, everyone has to earn a crust, and if they didn’t do it, someone else would.
Parking wardens, family court lawyers, everyone has to earn a crust.
DV cops, prison guards, everyone has to earn a crust.
Predator drone pilots, Obama’s re-election committee, everyone has to earn a crust.
Hedge fund managers, bankers, corporate tax avoidance lawyers, everyone has to earn a crust.
The man I started this post out with, a poster boy for everyone has to earn a crust, the man I knew was just lonely and alone and scared and hurting inside, but that wasn’t marketable and you’d never have heard of him.
The drug dealers refrain that they are just supplying a need, not creating it, is true, everyone has to earn a crust, nevertheless, it is not a trade that leaves the society locally a better place than it finds it, it has a cost.
Everything has a cost, and everyone has to earn a crust is just outsourcing as much of that cost as possible.
I am too old to be drafted, my boy kids are too young, neither of those is going to change for a few years, and by then it won’t matter.
Paybacks are however a stone cold bitch…
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