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March 10, 2012

Letters to the Editor

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:00 am

One of my regular readers and commenters is Hans, and he recently had this to say;

God-damn this fucking “pony herd” instinct. It´s supremely annoying and one of the many reasons I´ve stopped explaining anything to a female.

He is of course spot on, if you use PoF you may now and again use the “who viewed me” button, if you have ever been around a skank ho while she is using PoF, she hits that viewed me like one of pavlov’s dogs.

But the wimminz herd thing goes deeper, I have a photo (all my profile photos are set to private), this is a particular profile photo that I use whenever I want to drive off a wimminz who is stalking me on PoF, it is me in a shirt and tie in an office full of computers, Mr Establishment, Mr Steady Job, Mr Regular Income, Mr Average, it works better than garlic on a vampire.

The kind of photo that you would think would put wimminz off, me with a 2 day stubble in a wife beater / muscle vest working on my motorcycle (which only has one seat BTW) Mr Rebel Without A Pay-check, draws them around like flies on shit… go figure.

But the herd goes even deeper…. my own mother, who is getting on in years considering I’m in my fifties and she had me late, who has seen her own son falsely accused of rape, who is one of the least feminist wimminz you could ask to meet, plays for team vagina when it comes to a great niece who is basically fucking nuts and should be either institutionalised or better still put over someone’s knee and have her ass slapped until she grew up, does she heap the blame for this girls awful behaviour on her mother, who spends all day pandering to her, or her grandmother, who does nothing but pour sympathy on the flames, does she fuck, she blames the kids father, the guy who refuses to even drive the entitled little bitch to the doctor for counselling, for not being a man and putting his foot down and “letting” his wife and grandmother in law shoulder all the burden of this entitled little princess she raised.

My mum is a wimminz, she lacks the intellectual capacity to join the dots between what was done to her son by a female false accuser and misandrist system, and this psycho little bitch who you guessed it got total custody because the father of her children is a dangerous and violent man who is now banned from all contact with his own kids.

Even when she tells me that this psycho skank’s oldest, at 6 years old, is now claiming to need to see the doctor because of some imaginary stressful illness, and I quote “because I have the same thing mummy has” she cannot intellectually join the dots between this bitch and my ex bitch.

If you ever wondered why wimminz utter inane phrases, like looking at an animal and claiming that they seem so intelligent, it is almost like they are looking right back at you, and why wimminz fall prey so things like farmville, and why wimminz conversations always sound like you are talking to some turing test bot, well here is your answer.

Wimminz are human, so one cannot claim that they have subhuman intelligence, but if the average male intellect is taken as the average human intellect, them wimminz are subnormal in intellect.

I can go to deepest darkest Africa and find some bush nigger who has never seen a motor car or television or computer, sit him down next to a western wimminz who is a “manager” of something, and he will still outshine the bitch in intellect, even without being able to speak a fucking word of English, he will be smart enough not to repeat a behaviour that has a negative outcome, e.g. he will be smarter than a rat or a budgie in a Skinner box…. unlike the fucking wimminz “manager” he is sat next to, who will repeat behaviours with negative outcomes.

Just tonight I had to kick one of my bitches to the kerb, told her, you quit X or you and me are history, so she does what all wimminz do, calls my bluff, and that is why you have that archived shit…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2111928/Christine-Jordan-cries-rape-night-stand-forgot-name.html

The wimminz in question had all the information and clues and data anyone could possibly ask for, to know that those kinds of shit tests do not fly or float with me, but that old herd instinct cannot be overcome, there quite simply IS NO INTELLECTUAL COMPONENT IN 99.99% OF A WIMMINZ BEHAVIOUR, so like the dumb animal in a Skinner box the wimminz will repetitively act out non-rewarding behaviour because, you know, it might work this time…..

Fucking wimminz is, as far as I can see, no different to fucking any other dumb animal, it’s all bestiality bro… lol

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March 9, 2012

Life is but a game

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:32 am

This post may well resemble lot of random thoughts thrown together

I find that *being* a single man, and by being I mean wearing it as my public persona, has suddenly become acceptable… in the last week alone I have had conversations with wimminz, in otherwise unrelated professional circumstances (e.g. the wimminz behind the counter at the local council tax office) who suddenly GET why I have chosen to live as a single man.

They GET the fact that no relationshit is worth sacrificing the sanctity of my own personal crib for.

They GET the fact that irrespective of justice wimminz are cleaning up in secret family courts, and men are getting wise to it, not just those who have been through it, but those that haven’t.

They GET the fact that 75% of the employees of the local council are wimminz, and that the economy is tanking.

They GET the fact that about the only conceivable inducement they can offer a man like me to take even the tiniest portion of their shit is if they can afford to pick up the tab for a playboy lifestyle for me, assuming I am for sale to the wimminz in question.

Sure, they don’t GET it like a man gets it, they don’t change the game plan, just today one wimminz who GOT that wimminz making false accusations have fucked it for all wimminz, and all police and solicitors, who had just had the benefit of me dumping my cum in her, nevertheless held out her empty coffee cup to me and asked me to refill it.

“What did your last bitch die of?” was my response.

I waited a couple of heartbeats to let that one sink in and then announced that I was outta there, catch ya later alligator…

She has spent the rest of the evening texting me, anxious for me to pump her full of cum at my convenience.

Wimminz be fucking stupid in a very special way, evolution and therefore learning does not come easy to the herd bitches…

Men with that XY chromosomes are designed to be an experiment, to evolve, to learn, and to fail in numbers too.

Racially speaking, from the perspective of DNA, the whole 2oth century, feminism, pollution, drugs use, hormones, pthalates, its all just a fucking eyeblink, but I have to tell you this, MY generation is utterly different in outlook and attitudes than my grandparents, and my grand kids will be different again from mine.

The “youth” of today, those that are now 15, who were born when Windows 98se was out, who have never known a world without the internet and facebook and mobile phones with cameras and anime/hentai porn, let me tell you, when left to their own devices they are the fucking Hitler Youth when it comes to their attitudes to wimminz.

Their parent(s) have never known a world war, or a great depression, or a life outside the comfort of the welfare state.

They, the youth of today, have never seen the remnants of a bombed building, or a woman worthy of any respect.

Fact is, the youth of today, don’t respect much of anything, and before you say it was ever thus, there is a world of difference between the world in which I grew up, in which my circle of friends was limited to around a dozen kids, and any kids further than a walk or bike ride away was either a pen pal or unknown, and the world of today, where every kid from pre pubescence onwards walks around with a Star Trek communicator and has instance two ways comms with as many kids as they like or have time for.

Try and explain to a young kid today the whole concept of a wank mag like Hustler being a prized possession that was passed around a school, and you might as well be trying to explain the finer points of etiquette, it is fucking alien and incomprehensible to them… so incomprehensible that their minds are made so differently from ours that they will never GET it.

WTF u fossil..lulz

When I was young, Clockwork Orange was so frightening to the establishment it was banned wholesale, and where it wasn’t banned it was X rated adults over 18 only, and achieved instant underground cult status… to this day I know of a couple of guys who still refer to themselves as droogs

Show a kid born in 1998 a DVD of Clockwork Orange, seriously, do it, you will get one of two responses, one will be that it is lame and boring, the other is that it is lame but a comedy.

Even “the odd bit of ultraviolence” line / meme doesn’t stick to these little bastards, they grew up with video games that were indistinguishable from killing zone video feeds.

These are the little bastards who are going to be around when you need your bedpan emptying, and when your grand daughter needs food / roof / clothing…

The wimminz of today do not GET that bit of the future, they SAY they do, and then wring their hands and try and talk about how that future can be averted…… too fuckin’ late, bitches, those birds are all coming home to roost.

Me, I don’t give a fuck, I have my man skills and trades and my man only crib and my bitches to fuck.

Life is good, and the little bastards have respect for me, they are going around repeating little phrases I am handing out to them, like “Why should I look after another man’s daughter?” but not a single one of them asks me for any advice about wimminz, they have that down pat at just 15 years of age…

“They are all sluts, especially our mums”

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March 5, 2012

Word associashun

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:22 am

I have had a lot of messages about the dog fucking thing, more than even I would expect, from those pointing out that Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream was basically all about bestiality, through those making reference to the dog fucker in Catch 22, through those telling their own little anecdotal stories.

One of the ones that struck a chord with me was the one about “young” but sexually mature and active wimminz who will refer to the dog cock as “lipstick”, which I will freely admit generates a response in my head that draws a parallel between how a lipstick slides out of the holder, and the approximate shape and colour, and the dogs cock, and a general opinion of “yeah, I can picture that”, which only goes to show that we cannot monitor ourselves and have an unbiased opinion….

… because someone who is a practising clinical psychiatrist said to me “… and you see no significance in the fact that a lipstick is rubbed around the mouth and lips in a display of purely Freudian eroticism, the blatantly obvious parallels between…. etc etc”  and I have to tell you, no, I didn’t….. I’ve never actually used lipstick, or sucked a dog’s cock (or any other kind come to that) … sure, when it is pointed out to me it is bloody obvious, 20/20 hindsight and all that, but unless provoked, nope, would probably never have twigged to that.

Which is interesting because the next thing the trick cyclist said was that I should therefore revise upwards my estimation of how many wimminz have bounced around on Rover’s cock.

And then I said something else “off the cuff”, and what I said was “If only dogs could talk eh… ”

And again, NOT the response I would have predicted…. “oh no….” the shrink says, “… that is a large part of the attraction for wimminz, the fact that their lover cannot talk or spill the beans…”

The shrink went on to say that in a previous life they worked for many years at a rather well known local institution for the more than slightly loopy, and it was well known there that the female nurses would fuck the patients who were incapable of meaningful speech, in preference to the ones who could speak… this was a blatant difference / choice, the ones who couldn’t talk were getting all the action.

The shrink went on to explain to me, and for the first time I started to get it, the strange power of the attraction of a woman towards her rabbit / vibrator…. that fucker can’t talk.

The shrink then floored me, the first non country / non veterinarian person I knew who had heard of the Bruce Effect… (google it)

e.g. when horses get suspected of getting pregnant away from the herd, they act like sluts or spontaneously abort the foal, and the point being made here is wimminz are hard-wired at a genetic level to cheat, and pass off another man’s child as yours, they can’t help it, so the outward reaction of this is finding those things that cannot talk irresistible to fuck….

…it doesn’t matter that the rabbit or the dog cannot get her pregnant, the hard wired urge to fuck something that cannot betray your infidelity is so strong it over rides the notification that this is not human, or not even alive… just plastic.

Which brought the shrink to the third comment that floored me in one afternoon… “…why do you think you have always done well with wimminz AfOR, you don’t talk to them much, the strong and silent type, and you have never been known to talk about the ones you have been with, or advertise the fact that you have been with them.”

Well, yes, I knew that not talking about past conquests was a way to ensure future conquests, but silly little old me always put that down to the wimminz being shy or caring about their reputations, even the skank ho savvy, red pill pissing, misogynist me never twigged that it was because the bitches are hard-wired to cheat and get pregnant.

Rover’s lucky, he’s only a percent or two of genetic material away from being chased through Court for child support and being hated on by society for being a “deadbeat dog”

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March 2, 2012

Eeny meeny…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:10 pm

Temptation is a good thing, provided you don’t often give in to it…

Just today I have been tempted to turn this blog into a PoF slut revue, like a low rent playboy, but instead of the girls wishing for peace on earth it would be truthful, they’d wish to have 16 year old flesh again….. or maybe a carry on carrying on…. but the fact is I’m still on track with the plans to go a bit more techno and make each post a video post, watch this space…

I have been doing some shit in my daily life and trying to make things move on to the next stage, doesn’t matter exactly what, the point being that being slightly different, for example looking for a pickup when everyone else is looking for a sedan to buy, isn’t all hard cheese… pickups for sale will come along, and you will get a *lot* more pickup for your money that you would sedan, who needs those extra seats, and I laugh at your ability to throw a full set of golf clubs in the back.

Which brings me to wimminz, that useless skank ho slut that is only any use as a pickup, when world & dog is looking for a sedan to have a “welationshit” with, is a great find if you are like me only interested in a pickup.

Wimminz who say to me, in electronically archived text, that they only want me to fuck them and use them and hurt them, are not wimminz who are being oppressed or repressed by the patriarchy or anyone else.

They sure as hell are not long term relationshit / wife / mother material, but if all you want is a pickup.

Fact is that the problem is complacency… it is all to easy to get fat and lazy when there is a surplus of skanky wimminz, which there is, provided you want a pickup.

There are only so many hours in the day and I have my own life and hobbies to lead, and as I type this I have three down and dirty skank ho sluts who suck and fuck on demand, and one more comfort oriented one who will pamper and feed me on demand, and it is a REAL temptation to get fat on that shit and let the ongoing PoF search slide.

Now don’t get me wrong, none of these three are especially hot, but they are all obedient and willing sluts who crave my cock and being used and abused by me. It keeps my balls drained and keeps my attitudes straight.

And if I did that within 4 weeks all the suck and fuck on demand skank ho’s would be gone, and I’d be stuck with the pamper and feed one, and start thinking about a relationshit, cos that’s how we are wired too.

So keeping up with the PoF search keeps my hand and eye in the game, and it puts the three main skank ho’s on permanent notice that their role is under constant evaluation and the search for either a new staff member or a replacement for their role is ongoing…

So imagine you are a slut skank ho, you are one of three regulars that you know about that service my cock, and you know I am always trawling PoF for new talent… and you know that I know what a slut like you really wants, and I can give it to you.

Just how “militant” or “demanding” or “ultimatum time” can you get on my ass, on any given day at any given time, if you are not willing to come on over and lick my ring clean and suck my balls dry, you know for a fact there are two other wimminz who will gladly take your place…

And the flipside is some other swinging dick comes along and offers to let you suck his cock full time, well, he doesn’t have two other wimminz more or less competing for the cum, so how good can he be, so how good can that make you?

It is also really, really, really hard to get any wimminz “legal jackboot rape and sexual assault leverage” over someone who you text at least 6 days a week, because you are several miles away and quite safe and free from his influence at the time, say at your workplace, and describe in great detail your eagerness to serve as his cumbucket and sexual toy…

I know I bang on about this shit at length, but that last paragraph above boys, that is a truly wondrous thing….

I can hang out with these skank ho wimminz and know that I am effectively immune from any and all false allegations that they could make… in a country of 20 million men of sexual age, how many others can say that?

1,000?

By definition, whatever the actual number, the only way to get that immunity is to do what I tell you here, archive all that shit constantly in the cloud, and get all that shit constantly too, not one cock worshipping SMS from each skank, but daily from each skank, they fucking love it anyway as proof of your suitability to fuck.

Hanging out with skank ho sluts who you are effectively immune from any and all false allegations that they could make is a very chilling thing, takes you back to the good old days, say 1527 AD or thereabouts, when wimminz were chattels, like the cow and the dog, and being in the same room as your chattels was something that made you feel good, not something that made you feel vulnerable.

It’s nice to have a CHOICE again, the opportunity to hang out with wimminz who do not have an automatic power of veto over my very liberty, by way of simply making a false allegation.

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February 29, 2012

New teen mpm

Filed under: Android — wimminz @ 10:23 pm

On MTV

Jesus h christ

February 26, 2012

Male or female sex drive stronger?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:15 am

This is a subject that I see come up with annoying regularity, and as always the opinions people, no, not people, GUYS, give make me want smack my head against a wall until it stops hurting.

I find myself reading their opinions and asking myself if they have ever met an actual flesh and blood real wimminz, or only read about them in a magazine or on a website somewhere… they are clearly well programmed card carrying and fucking proud of it mangina niggerz just looking for some skank ho bitch to pedestalise and worship.

So, here is the news;

  • Unless you have fucked a thousand wimminz, or unless you are that literally 1 in a 1,000,000 statistical freak that only has carnal knowledge of one wimminz, AND that wimminz is the 1 in a 1,000 with a serious sexual hormonal imbalance, then you have not ever met a wimminz who has a lower sex drive than a man.
  • Men, because of their ability to father tens of thousands of kids, at any time of the day or month, have a “slow burn” or “dripping tap” sexual desire, yeah we are ready at the drop of a hat for a fertile wimminz, but we can also go days while the pressure builds very slowly and no big deal.
  • Wimminz, because of their monthly cycle literally get lunatic and hysteric (look the etymology of the words up) episodes, where unlike the guys with the slow burn desire, they are hit with a rush like an addict trying to reform and go cold turkey… you may as well expect a crack addict surrounded by ten buck rocks to abstain.
  • WESTERN WIMMINZ, and I CANNOT STRESS THIS STRONGLY ENOUGH TO YOU SWINGING DICKS who have never had a wimminz that was not a drug addict who was constantly “high” on the DAILY HITS from the DRUG known as the contraceptive pill, western wimminz, they are worse than the crack addict or heroin addict, they are the heroin addict on daily methadone treatment… methadone only works when you want to kick the habit, wimminz can’t kick the habit of being biologically female, so they are all like methadone users who have no intention of quitting, but this shit is free and it keeps me out of prison, meanwhile they still act / think / feel just like a smack addict, and they will steal and sell all your shit and then crap in your goldfish bowl, just because it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The upshot of this is that unless you are that one in a billion man, the one in a million statistical freak that only has carnal knowledge of one wimminz, and that wimminz also happens to be the one in a thousand with a severely fucked up hormonal regime, you should basically shut the fuck up with your horse-shit about men having a greater sex drive.

We have a DIFFERENT sex drive, men are cursorial hunters when it comes to sex, wimminz be periodic sprinters, again look up the words if you don’t know what they mean, but at no time is wimminz sex drive LOWER than mens…. she may have no interest whatsoever in fucking YOU bucko, but if George Clooney walked in the room buck naked she would be all over that cock lickety split.

But your average western wimminz, e.g. the kind of wimminz you guys have known for the past 50 years, which for many of you is all your lives and then some, e.g. all of recorded history, for you it is the smack addict on daily methadone doses… the burning physical desire is dulled by the methadone, but there is enough DNA and race memory there for them to know what was missing and be generally pissed off about it.

Not saying phthalates and all that shit in wimminz cosmetics / perfumes etc that they dose their body chemistry in daily is doing them any GOOD, but lets face it, they are ALREADY smack addicts on methadone because that’s what the daily contraceptive hormone dose is…

You may have racial memory of wimminz being some clean and efficient and marvellous nuclear power plant, but the reality is every one you fucking meet is a walking Chernobyl, and boy you’d better have your S.T.A.L.K.E.R. of Pripyat shit down cold if you plan on going anywhere near them.

I have guys who know my story in detail try and get their heads around the fact that I spent best part of a decade fucking a mother and her daughter (not not threesomes you dirty bastards) and of course they both knew all about the other, but provided I didn’t rub one’s nose in it about the other one….  and guys just shake their heads trying to get it to sit in their heads until it makes sense…. and fail…

There IS a red pill for that, forget thinking of them as women, wimminz = smack addicts on the methadone, that is what the contraceptive is, they are all walking Chernobyl’s, all bug shit crazy.

You can physically SEE the mists clear and the gears mesh and synchronise in these guys heads and the well oiled machine starts to work, and then BAAAAAAANG! it all jumps out of gear again because it took 3.7 seconds for their brains to come to the inevitable point…

“err, hang on, my woman is on contraceptives… which means she is a Chernobyl.. which explains ….  H^H^H^H^ ABORT SYSTEM REBOOTING IN 3, 2, 1”

So, now that we have settled the fact that even before you factor in the drug addiction, male and female sexual drive was quite utterly different, but they were complementary, then once you factor in the drug addiction they are still different, even more so, and no longer complementary either, we start to make some progress.

One of the real niggerz in the woodpile here is of course the whole question of fathers and their daughters and sexuality.

The feminazis and wimminz will try to tell us all that daddy’s gonads don’t think, and daddy’s gonads are like a rutting animal, and daddy fucking his own daughters happens a whole shit load in nature…. interesting because none of the wimminz claiming that are either naturalists or country girls… it is just some shit they repeat, and while it may happen in genetically isolated communities in nature, generally speaking, not so much.

What you DO see, and boy this is fucking BLATANT if you are on the outside looking in, is little girls flirting with dad.

When I see a 10 year old girl playing “games” with daddy that involve her rolling on the floor and opening her legs and flashing her crotch / underwear at him, in full view of skank ho mummy, who refuses to either see anything wrong with it, or to correctly attribute dad’s general feeling of wrongness to the child’s inappropriate behaviour, and instead trying to gaslight him into believing the problem is he is a daughter fucking incestuous paedophile and child rapist for even noticing, much less objecting, to his daughters “innocent play” then frankly you know that the walking undead chemo-zombies from Chernobyl and Estrogen have well and truly taken over the asylum.

When I was a fucking child, 10 year old girls were specifically taught to be polite and keep their knees together, and I mean from the working class mean streets all the way up in society….

Think daughters don’t want to fuck daddy?

Many years ago I had the privilege of being present when a father and daughter who had fucked each other argued about it face to face, after it got out, after she tried to blacken his name and blame him and no she did not claim he raped her, but she did say it was all his desire and doing…  sounds bad eh… dirty bastard…

YOU COULD HAVE HEARD A FUCKING PIN DROP WHEN HE PROTESTED “...BUT, YOU TOOK YOUR OWN CLOTHES OFF AND GOT INTO BED, EVERY TIME!!!”

The “every time” revelation that it was not just once didn’t help, the revelation that she was at least enough into it to take her own fucking clothes off every time nailed it…. the stunned silence was broken when she resorted to the only tactic a wimminz knows…blubbering and crying.

What really nails it about sex drives however is something else perverted, not incest.

I know of only two incidents in this region in the last 40 years of guys fucking animals, one was sheep and one was horses.

I have lost count of how many wimminz that I have known and fucked who have either directly admitted to, or just gone bright red and “doth protest too much” denial, fucking the family dog…. even if the family dog is not a dog but a bitch, getting licked out by the family dog.

Hell I was a proper country boy, I saw pigs and horses and cows fucking, saw the cocks on the males, saw they were all different sizes and shapes and designs… saw plenty of dogs fucking too.

As far as I knew from observation only, a dogs cock was like a woman’s lipstick in a furry holder, knew dogs got “hung up” and saw it often enough, and saw them finish and the dogs cock slide out… but never ever saw a “knot”, because it only swells up when inside the bitch’s cunt, and the dog can only get his cock out of the bitch’s cunt when it has gone down, and yeah, poured cold water over the dogs ass and balls so been in the right place to see plenty of times, but never saw the knot and therefore never really knew about it…

Then in adult life fucking wimminz who think tuna grows in tins, and you would knot (sic) believe how many of them know exactly what shape a dog’s cock is, and resort to blubbering and protesting too much when you ask, quite fucking reasonably and innocently at first “How do you know that? I mean, I’m a country boy and I didn’t know that!”

You think that after the separation she only wanted the dog to piss you off? LMFAO….

Yeah, wimminz have a much lower sex drive than men, and pigs might fly, and I have some beautiful ocean front property in Arizona, and this here is a piece of the original cross.

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February 25, 2012

The Evil Penis lives, and throbs, and other stories

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:55 pm

Yes, The Evil Penis is alive and well, despite neglecting his blog… the guy is clearly too busy playing rumpy pumpy with Turkish tarts to get down to the serious business of blogging…

Which brings me to “If all brides are beautiful, where the fuck do ugly wives come from?”

Not a million miles from the Evil Penis, but around 2,000 km nor’nor’east, lies a dump called Kazan, it is in the Republic of Tartarstan, in Russia.

I mention it mainly because in going through my electronic files of old digital photos and video, old girlfriends, that sort of thing, I came across these pictures, for the sake of this article we will call her Lyudmila, that isn’t her real name, but as we shall see shortly, its more accurate than her real name, because it is closer to Lyudmila Kazantseva, who is a fairly well known Russian dating scammer…

So back to “my” Lyud… has to be said, she was not a bad looking bitch, she was 28 in these pics… and hey, here is her mum, who was 47…

I should state for the record that I never gave this girl a single red cent, and for the purposes of this post you can just assume that during my initial nuclear separation from the psycho skank ho ex when I *did* have protection orders / injunctions prohibiting me from approaching the ex, it made a lot of sense to take a 3 months contract abroad innit….

Thing is, when you come from bum-fuck-nowhere and the summer gets as high as the mid 30’s C and the winter gets as low as the mid MINUS 30’s C, and perhaps most importantly when you come from a country where they are 20 to 30 years AHEAD of us in the west when it comes to the systematic destruction of the family… one of your career options certainly does include all paths that lead down to 419 and similar scams.

Dating scams are a form of 419 as far as I can see, “..yes I vould love to marry you dahlink, I just do not have ze munnay for ze airplane ticket…”

So yeah, as far as “my” Lyud was concerned no local man, of any age, was in the least bit interested in her for anything except pump and dump, or a life of domestic drudgery and child rearing and doorstep polishing, snow clearing, you get the picture.

That of course is because all the local men were also 20 to 30 years ahead of us in time served in feminaziland… there was some THIRD generation shit going down there… and I do ***NOT*** say this out of sympathy, I am **JUST** highlighting the point here… Lyud here was a fine looking girl, and she still could not find a man to do anything but pump and dump.

The point that I AM trying to make is that for third generation feminazi bitches like Lyud here, the opportunities within 1,000 km were piss poor, and I mean ALL opportunities, not just work or love or marriage opportunities.

Fortunately for Lyud here and her friends, with the advent of that male built technology, the internet, and Western Union, it was possible for them to indulge in a little e-commerce, but even back then it was getting a bit thin as all the men were starting to wise up… at that time the last lucrative market left was North America.

As it was a home grown market was set up, wimminz feeding off these wimminz, offering to provide mailbox, translation, gift services etc, then evolving into a sort of white-pages / gateway themselves, a lot like (in business model terms) the sex chat lines here in the west.

I suppose by now things have gotten tougher, and Lyud has gotten a couple of years older and less hot, and the economy in general in Tartarstan has gone the way of economies everywhere, which brings me in to the point where I came in…

Lyud here, back then, she still had some of those looks, her mum was apparently a looker in her day too, and of course the wimminz just LOVE to say that shit, how they were a looker themselves back in the day…

Dimitri, ran the local bar / cafe, and in one of those cases where broken pidgin English carries more meaning and sentiment than fluent native speaking, Dimitri dropped a gold plated turd on to the table.

“Dimitri before, very rich man.”

Lyud’s mum saying she used to be good looking is like Dimitri saying he used to be rich, that and a dollar will get you a cup of coffee.

But Dimitri’s real point wasn’t that he used to be rich, and was now broke, his real point was that back when he had money, back when he was rich, back when he could have used that money wisely, he just used it up like a god given right that would never end…

… and the turd he dropped on the table was that Lyud’s mum might have been hot once, but she just used it up like a god given right instead of using it wisely and investing it in getting a good man and building a marriage strong enough to survive ….

and as for her daughter Lyud, monkey see, monkey do, mommy has taught her little skank ho too well….

I was at a time in my life where little Lyud could have done a damn sight more than empty my balls, she could have gotten her hooks into me, after burning all her bridges and rejecting the feminazi life she had… but she just could not bring herself to do it… the fairytale was more important to her, the possibility of a future jackpot, a future lottery win, no matter how remote and improbable, the lure of that was more than the very fat bird sat right there for the plucking.

You know, the fable about the scorpion and the frog.

So back to the Evil Penis, I’m guessing he isn’t doing anything much in a hurry, and that is good, because that is how you always beat the wimminz, just sit there and relax, like the scorpion, the wimminz will sooner or later always reveal their true nature… they just cannot help it… AWALT.

“ya blue bus“*** indeed Lyud, sayonara babe… lol

*** more or less phonetic “love ya babe” in russ…

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I have a confession to make…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:52 am

…it is a dirty little secret, it is something the wimminz and the secret family courts will not accept.

it is the lesson that men learn, or more accurately, what we become when we learn the lessons that the feminazis teach us, that our children are not our own, that our homes are not our own if we cohabit, that our wages are not our own if we marry, etcetera.

The dirty little secret is this;

  • I don’t give a fuck about my female kids, they will inevitably grow up to be skank ho’s, AWALT
  • I don’t, under the circumstances ***, give a fuck about my male kids, they can however come see me when they get to 16

*** = the circumstances where the secret family courts have intervened, and I am offered all the bills and all the shit end of the parental alienation stick, in exchange for a a couple of hours a month with the fruit of my loins.

When people ask me now if I am going to get married again I tell them straight, why should I look after another man’s daughter?

Fact is, my psycho skank ho ex and the feminazi secret family courts have given me something I could never have taken for myself, out of a sense of duty to my kids, despite what a cunt their mother is, and the thing they have given me is a total and complete break from them all.

So the dirty little secret is the cunts have all done me the greatest service that they could have possibly given me, in the current society, with the current feminazi laws and attitudes.

They have not just given me an education and hit me with a clue by four about the state of society, because I was in some danger of losing my cynicism and getting all rosy eyed when dealing with the kids, they have not just given me my freedom from burden and obligation 24/7 and my freedom from all financial obligations, when I was in danger of sucking it all down and spending what it took at least until the youngest hit 16, and probably beyond, they have not just given me unlimited free access to guilt free skank ho cunt, by removing their cock-blocking selves from my life, they have not just given me back my freedom of expression, by removing their disapproving attitudes and presence from my life, they have given me back my sense of FUN, by fucking off out of my life and taking every last fucking thing associated with them out of my life too.

When daughters start sucking cock at 12 and coming home to skank ho mommy pregnant at 14, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When sons start ruling the roost at 12 and treating skank ho sisters like the filthy sluts they are, and mommy as the bitch that does the laundry etc, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When skank ho mommy tries to get some replacement cock and has to contend with the fact that she has kids at home and any man stupid enough to take her on knows she is already basically past it at late 40’s and a minimum of 10 more years to go before the youngest is out of her hair, home and purse, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

While the youngest has the next ten years to forget who his daddy is before he comes to a place where he can choose to find his daddy and go see him, that knife cuts bot ways too, I have another ten years to forget who my boys are, and hell it has already been three, and yeah it fades…. and already I don’t give a fuck, because nobody gave me a choice (and I suspect that is how the kids will feel)

So I’m going to skip all the torn another pair of school trousers / fighting with your sister again / stole money from mums purse / sucked on the neighbour girls titties shit, and go straight to the “Wanna grab a beer, son?” stage… I already done all the bowel movements and first steps and first “dada” and all that shit, so I don’t give a fuck about what I am “missing”, I won’t be there.

When my skank ho ex’s freaky broke mother and freaky emigrated father finally kick the bucket and its crocodile tears and funeral time, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When the skank ho ex’s body collapses they way wimminz in general do, and the way hers will (see a woman in 20 years, look at her mum now, and her mum looked *fucking* rough 12 years ago) and things dry up and stop working and so on, I don’t give  fuck, I won’t be there.

When the economy crashes and times get hard, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When psycho skank ho ex has to walk or get the bus or train everywhere, which she does now, all weathers, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.
(I’ll be cruising by in my luxury German auto, laughing my fucking ass off at you peasants standing at the bus stop, like I did today…)

When the grass needs cutting, the leaking radiator needs fixing, the rubbish needs taken out, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

Let’s be honest and face it, if you hadn’t thrown all this shit at me, I would have been so busy doing all that other shit that I wouldn’t have had much if any *real* quality time with my kids, being around you would have poisoned all that.

Your attempts to “punish” me by taking your cunt, and everything that came out of it, out of my life, has basically been the greatest favour you could have done me, you have set me free…

…that, is my confession, my dirty little secret.

Comparing what I have now, with some FANTASY IDEAL RELATIONSHIP WITH MY SONS THAT I WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN PERMITTED TO HAVE, not as long as you were around, is not a valid yardstick.

Comparing what I have now with what I would have ACTUALLY been allowed to have if you were still around, that’s the key, and frankly I have had all the good years, as mentioned above, seen the first steps, first potty, first dada, I can miss that interim shit and wait for the first beer together.

That’s my dirty little secret, my confession, and trust me on this, if I had let the cunts even suspect that this was my attitude before all the dust settled and all the court cases were done and false accusations and shit had faded away…. well I wouldn’t be here, they would have done far worse, and I would be dead or inside prison for many years to come.

It was soooooooooooo fucking gratifying when it was finally done and dusted, to be able to let my locked in facial expression go and laugh out loud in their faces, because I could see from the facial expression of my psycho skank ho ex, she still thinks she is the catch, and she is punishing me by separating me from her cunt, and everything that came out of it….  social services, the court, they all think they have put one over on me and put me in my place…

  • NO alimony
  • NO child support payments
  • NO injunctions prohibiting me for certain streets etc
  • NO attachment of earnings
  • NO reporting or disclosing of any of my finances or affairs or business
  • NO monies or assets to be handed over

The home we shared was rented, and I put all MY shit in storage, and called the house clearance people to take EVERYTHING else (except her clothes and some papers, two 4 cubic foot tea chests of stuff that was hers) away.

I don’t see that I came off worst here…. lol

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February 23, 2012

Statistically speaking…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 4:55 pm

“Risk”, it is an interesting thing, I was talking to someone recently about the risks of contacting a “killer” STD such as HIV, as it was something that worried them… I asked them a few questions;

  • Do you personally know anyone who has contracted or died from HIV?
  • Do you personally know anyone who has contracted or died from cancer?
  • Do you personally know anyone who was involved or killed in an auto accident?

You see where this is going, this person knew no-one who had AIDS/HIV, knew plenty involved in car crashes and cancer diagnoses, and a few that had died of each, so why no “ooooh scary” about them? Why so freaky about HIV, which statistically speaking isn’t likely to be the thing that fucks them up…. that person had one view of the risk they faced.

You know, I have had guys admit to my face that their attitude to me is that while I may not actually deserve my False Rape Accusation, if you do what I did and fuck and mother and daughter regularly for many years then you have to sort of expect it… these guys have one view of the risk I faced.

The fact is, as the above two examples prove, we are very very very bad at calculating risk and coming to factual and correct answers.

If you live in the western world, answer me these questions;

  1. What is the possibility that you are in an environment where utterly false allegations of rape can be laid against you, and you can lose your life or liberty as a result?
  2. What is the possibility that you are in an environment where utterly false allegations of domestic violence and abuse can be laid against you, and you can lose your home, job and all your possessions as a result?
  3. What is the possibility that you are in an environment where utterly false allegations of violence, abuse or neglect can be laid against you, and you can lose your children forever as a result?

If you live in the western world, and your answer to any of these questions was anything other than “100% total absolute utter guaranteed certainty” then you are a textbook example of someone who doesn’t have a clue about the actual day to day risks involved in living in the world they are living in.

Because if you live in the western world, the possibility that you live in those three environments, which is the question actually asked, is 100%

The possibility / probability that scenario’s 1, 2 or 3 will actually happen to you is of course much lower, but the possibility that you live in a place where they can happen is 100%

The possibility of being in the dining area or a shark is 100% if you swim in the sea off certain coasts, let’s say the  Mexican coast, the probability of actually being lunch is lower, but the possibility applied equally to all who swim off that coast.

For the average human being, being lunch for a shark or a croc is, from the perspective of statistics, an incredibly incredibly rare thing, it is probably out there with being struck by lightning or being run over by your own car….. we are talking lottery number odds.

As I sit here are type this in the southern UK, a few miles from the coast, my chances of being lunch of a shark or croc are so low as to approach zero. After all, I am not in there environment where such things are possible.

And yet, you take an average person like me, and transport them to the environment where such things are possible, even despite the still vanishingly small odds, world + dog starts crapping themselves about being shark bait or croc bait, not because it WILL happen, not because it is LIKELY to happen, because it isn’t, but because all of a sudden it COULD happen.

I go from 0.0% risk of actually being eaten by a shark this year to 0.000001% risk of actually being eaten by a shark this year, the difference is minuscule, but I go from a 0.0% possibility of being in an environment where being eaten by a shark is possible, to a 100% possibility of being in an environment where being eaten by a shark is possible.

Suddenly it CAN happen, so I get scared.

I don’t do anything even remotely accurate at gauging how likely it is, like the person above who was scared of dying of HIV, in an environment where they are far more likely to die in a car crash, of cancer or with their particular family history a heart attack.

So we can see that what we as human being are sensitive to is a BINARY CHANGE in the environment of risk, switching between being in an environment where the possibility of being eaten by a shark is zero, and an environment in which it is so close to zero it is a one in a million chance.

What we are really crap at, is being sensitive to the actual risk, in this tropical environment, am I more at risk of dying from a shark / croc attack, or a mugger’s knife?

And all this means that those changes that we are sensitive to, are the ones that affect our behaviour… go to the tropics, start worrying about sharks and crocodiles, start staying out of rivers and seas…. go to the tropics, stop worrying about muggers because you are on holiday, walk though what constitutes down-town after dark, start doing it with a new Nikon around your neck….

In both cases you were sensitive to the wrong changes in environment and made a bad judgement call.

People from those places coming here just substitute shark for SUV and crocodile for mugger.

If we were GOOD at calculating risk, we would treat being in the western world as the equivalent of being in Stalinist Russia or North Korea, or Afghanistan, places where, like our three questions, there is a 100% possibility of finding yourself in an environment where you yourself can lose your life, liberty, family, possessions, at the whim of another human being, who decides to tell one single lie about you… with no recourse or punishment, but usually reward, for the putative liar in question.

Contrast and compare a 100% possibility of living in an environment where those three things can happen, and then ramping up the probability that one of them will happen, by getting married, by having kids, or by fucking a mother and daughter at the same time, and the 100% possibility of living in an environment where getting eaten by a shark or croc can happen, and then ramping up the probability that one of them will, by going swimming with bleeding wounds, by going swimming with bits of raw meat attached to you, by going swimming where you can actually see sharks or crocs hanging around, shooting the shit, waiting for lunch to drop in.

If we were good at judging risk, we’d see getting married as being equivalent to emigrating to Stalinist Russia, having children as being equivalent to emigrating to North Korea, and fucking a mother and daughter as equivalent to emigrating to Afghanistan.

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Thought for the day…

It’s like those PoF wimminz who type that they are looking for “nice genuine men” instead of “nice genuine man“.. it isn’t what they MEANT to type, but that does note mean it is not the TRUTH.

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February 21, 2012

Feminist financial markets

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:03 pm

I know some of you are smart enough and tuned in enough to keep one eye on sites like ZeroHedge and a couple of the ones in the right navbar area.

I was also reminded of this while fucking last night’s PoF skank ho over her kitchen table, as a thing or two said earlier in the evening clicked into place, and something else fell out of that….

A development that I have noted on PoF is that the wimminz are starting to compare and share notes and gossip about the men, so you start chatting to completely new to you wimminz on PoF, who nevertheless let slip that they have heard all about you… and this can get quite funny when they get your user name wrong or confused with someone else, and PoF has got popular enough that you can pick “Flash Gordon” as a user name and it will come back saying it is taken, do you wanna be Flash Gordon 97 or 98… so the wimminz then confuse you with Flash Gordon 79 or 89, which doesn’t really matter because as it turns out both those guys are “bastards” too, e.g. pump and dump merchants just like you.

What clicked over the kitchen table was the BBC news coming on in the background, yet another episode in the apparently never ending Greek Debt Crisis©

So we finish fucking and I gesture at the TV and ask “are you following this shit?” and before she even answers you can just tell I might as well have asked her if she is following the price of tampons in Guatemala…

Now I am famous and almost unemployable in my daytime gig, because quite often when presented with a piece of corporate mind numbing fuckwittery I can and do genuinely point at the wimminz involved in or leading said fuckwittery, and point out that “What the fuck do you expect when you give a bunch of wimmiz a job, except a WI coffee morning / fashion show / fuckup?”

Without fucking exception, every time this happens, I see 75% of the men, and their skulls turn entirely transparent and the only thought in their heads is OMG HE ACTUALLY SAID THAT OUT LOUD OH FUCK DID I SMILE OR NOD NO NO NO I MUST HAVE IMAGINED IT HE CAN’T POSSIBLY…etc

90% the wimminz present are of course YOU’RE DEAD, MOTHERFUCKER

Which is why I end up ***almost*** unemployable, the wimminz won’t have it, if they get a say.

However as all men know, there are areas in every industry that the wimminz do not want, areas where there is actual physical work to be done, areas without potted plants and a coffee machine… and it is in there places that I am still marginally employable… it suits me because I do not have to cater to the sensibilities of wimminz while at work, and can curse and swear at recalcitrant equipment etc.

So getting back to the plot, it doesn’t exactly surprise me when I ask this skank ho (with my cum dripping down her legs and onto the kitchen floor) if she is following the greek debt crisis horse and pony show, and she looks at me like I just turned into a donkey… let’s face it, wimminz are not generally known (any more) for their ability to balance a chequebook, and the fact is her own finances are is a pretty precarious state, but on the fridge calendar there are fortnightly appointments for the nail technician, tanning salon, and hair salon, and that’s gotta be fifty quid a week right there down the toilet.

So I tell her to make me a coffee (make me a sammich, bitch) and decide, for shit and giggles, to give her the short version, just to see what she will make of it… and so having gone into the background briefly, got to the point where I have explained that it is a bit like pass the parcel in Belfast pub in that it doesn’t really matter who is left holding the parcel when the music stops, if you are in the pub when it goes off it is going to maim or kill you, which is the situation with our economies and debt in general, and Greece in particular as the first domino to fall / sacrificial lamb for the US$ and Obama’s re-election, depending on your perspective.

Which is why the reaction of the markets, everything imaginable “up” is interesting, didn’t she think.

Her reaction was priceless………… and pure wimminz….

To her, it made no difference if all the other players in the market are delusional, as long as there are other people prepared to play the game itself, then the game itself was worth playing, because “… after all, everyone needs something to do, you know, to make money..”

Not to make STUFF, e.g. actually increasing value and generating wealth, but to make that imaginary thing, “fiat money”, and in true wimminz style, what happens OUTSIDE those markets does not matter, because what matters is being INSIDE them, and playing the game, and fitting in, and being a part of the herd mentality.

In a sense the whole idea that financial markets are feminist in nature, and had to be tightly controlled and regulated in order to prevent them from causing chaos and global destruction, is, as far as I know, only new in the application of the “feminist” label to them.

The markets hate being controlled, markets go out of control, Glass-Steagall is introduced, markets hate that, Glass-Steagall is reformed, markets are less controlled and go out of control again…. sounds just like a wimminz without the strong and authoritative hand of a man to rein her in.

So a man, Dominique Strauss Khan, is fitted up for a False Rape Accusation, and then a wimminz, Christine Lagarde, is stuck in as head of the IMF and only then is the EU sovereign debt crisis express ready to roll, and what happens?

I mean, here we have world shaking, world war starting, scale financial and institutional and constitutional events, and they are being run in effect by the same mindless fucks you can find in any middle management meeting room anywhere in the western world, with a high percentage of wimminz who have successfully neutered the few niggerz present just by being wimminz and able to whine about anything they like being sexist or violent or abusive or controlling or some such shit…..

…. and like the stupid skank ho with my cum running down her leg onto her kitchen floor, they don’t see their job on that committee as being solving the fucking problem that the committee was formed to address or remedy, oh no, their job as they see it is to participate in the fucking committee… that’s it.

What could possibly go fucking wrong?

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