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December 18, 2011

Sluts, slags and slaves

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:17 pm

I guess this was partly prompted by a comment on another article about the wimminz on PoF, and partly by events in my own life, but however we got here, we got here, so let us get on with it.

PoF is as far as I can determine the proverbial canary in the coalmine for the wimminz, because it is the biggest truly free dating site on the planet, in the same way that your local free ads newspaper was the canary in the coal mine for what your second-hand car was actually worth.

Time was you had an old Ford and the local free ads newspaper had very similar cars listed for 500 notes, you wanted 850, it wasn’t worth 850, but you wanted 850 to go towards another piece of junk, so what did you do?

You washed and waxed it, cleaned the interior, parked it in front of somewhere nice, took some flattering pictures, paid some money over and stuck it on the Autotrader website for 850 notes.

That is the “high-end” of the market, so likewise to pay for dating sites are the “high-end” where the cunt has been washed and waxed and propped in front of somewhere interesting and a flattering photo taken and an unrealistic but hopeful if a mug comes along ticket pice is put up… oh yeah, one careful owner, never ridden hard…lol

PoF is more the local free ads, not so much the “low-end” of the market, just the realistic end, Parkers guide, trade price on that used cunt.

You can kick the tyres, have a test drive, the lies about number of previous owners are half-hearted at best, you can have a good look and see what is beneath the wash and wax and have a look in the real world, no fancy backdrop, fancy lenses or fancy angles.

They may be asking 850 for the old clunker, but you and the seller both know the rag is littered with similar rides from 450 on down to free to a good home…. as soon as the seller realises you are not the misty eyed young mug with a pocket full of cash and no experience…

Bottom line is the wimminz has the profile on PoF, she is desperate to sell, because PoF is the free ads, gone are the days when she was eligible for the fancy dealer showroom on the turntable in the plate-glass window with 0 miles / cocks on the clock.

Gone are the days when it was worth a significant fraction of the new price as a trade in or “slightly used“.

Gone are the days when it was possibly worth spending even more money on accessories and maintenance and upkeep.

Gone are the days when she had that “new car” feel and smell, and the sense that you could run hard and fast all day without blowing the motor.

In fact the cunt / car analogy is so good….. that if you take the age of puberty or legal consent as being zero and treat everything before that as design, manufacture, shipping and delivery to the showroom, so the 16-year-old virgin and the 6 month old BMW are both sat there with the clock sat at ZERO, and it only starts ticking when the car is bought or the girl is fucked, it gets to be a very very good analogy indeed.

My car is currently 20 and a bit years old, so to a wimminz that would equal 20 + 16 = a 36-year-old wimminz.

I drive a classic german diesel, it was horrendously expensive when new, literally one of the last ones made where everything under the bonnet was all precision mechanical engineering with nary a computer chip in sight, and a combination of luck and a handful of conscientious owners means it / she drives today better than most new cars with 0 miles on the clock.

And yet, the cash value of my car, despite the quality of the ride, despite the class, despite the reliability, despite the comfort, despite the security, despite the safety, despite the status, despite the handful of careful owners, is basically the old clunker value, because nothing takes away from the fact that it is, after all, a fucking twenty year old car, or in wimminz terms a 36-year-old…. it doesn’t matter how classy and refined and cared for and how few owners, at 36, that wimminz is an old clunker.

THIS is the Wil-e-coyote moment, when the wimminz realise that no matter how much they looked after themselves, no matter how few cocks they rode or how few kids they had, they are the equivalent of a 20 year old car.

So lets take my analogy further, a 20 year old girl, been on the sexual market for 4 years in theory, 6 in practice, 3 kids by 3 fathers, drinks, smokes, cheap ass DIY tattoos, rough as fuck. Subtract 16 fro 20 to get 4, but this is a 4 year old car that was bought as a taxi, and has been a taxi, three 8 hour shifts a day, in the city.

So we have one equivalet 20 year old car, and one equivalent 4 year old car, with the same “market value“, eg not a fucking lot, clunker territory.

Even the new car / young flesh can incredibly quickly become corrupted, but no matter what, not many years have to pass before the once proud new car is either someone’s slut, slag, or slave…. there are no other choices in a buyers market.

The wimminz on PoF broadly fall into two categories, those who realise and accept that they can be my slut, slag or slave, and those who do not, those who still think they can get 7,995 for that 20 year old clunker.

As the economic crises unravels and times get harder, that moment of truth is hitting more and more wimminz, and indeed the influx of the real rode hard and hung up wet fugly wimminz devalues the net worth of ALL wimminz on PoF.

Sure, you may only have had 30 cocks to her 300, you may only have had 1 kid to her 5, you may only have had 5 cheezeburgers to her 500, but put all that together and it only makes a small pile of beans, because she will do anything for free and pay for my room and coffee and diesel, so why would anyone pay you…. even 1 red cent.

When I have (and I do) women who are literally putting their hands in their own pockets and booking hotel rooms so that they can be my own personal slut / slag / slave for the night, and I am talking no holds barred kink, no mere ass to mouth, but bitches that will call me “master” and lick my asshole clean, and thank me for permission to do so, you just have to realise that to BEAT that a wimminz has to play every card she has, and play them cheaply and up front.

And if you think that all I can possibly be doing is fucking hideous skanky fat ho’s that nobody else wants to fuck, then you haven’t been paying attention, this is MALE HYPERGAMY at work, with every new wimminz that joins PoF the value of individual wimminz decreases, and I trade up, week by week by week.

So what’s it going to be girls, slut, slag or slave?

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December 17, 2011

Thrice is enemy action

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:11 pm

You know the old saying, once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, thrice is enemy action.

Well, if I look around me at the Main Stream Media, I see everything BUT what we fucking well face, both as individuals and society.

The MSM is talking about everything BUT what matters, and it doesn’t make any difference what channel you watch, what periodical you pick up, what news service you subscribe to.

Is this “enemy action“, or is it just that all these people in power and the MSM and the elite really are no smarter than the guy who services your car, and I mean NO SMARTER, NOT ONE IOTA.

So HOW THE FUCK did these assholes ever get into these positions of power and authority?

I’m actually seeing a microcosm of this in my “day job” at the momentCeramics venn diagram

If we look at the Venn diagram in blue, we will get a clue… in this one there are certain areas of being a Potter and being a Ceramicist that overlap, common areas of knowledge and experience.

So in those common areas either one can say “Hey, what are you doing, that is wrong!” to the other one, and in areas bordering those common areas either one can teach and learn from the other a little about the other trade.

Obviously the more you know, the bigger your circle of knowledge, in the diagram to the right the two people are equally proficient at their respective jobs.

In my current situation at work, a multimillion pound project for a Fortune 50 company that if you are a UK citizen you abso-fucking-lutely have heard of, and probably paid money to at some point in your life as well, instead of just the two people, the potter and the ceramicist, there are around a dozen people.

Some of these people’s skills may perhaps overlap, but as you can see from the next Venn diagram, as far as I can tell none of these people even went to the same school of management.

So we have a dozen or more “managers” of various varieties supposedly running this project, but only two of them have ever been in any form of communication with me, and that was decidedly low bandwidth communication.

Down at the bottom of the pile we have me, and two other circles, we have all done this job literally tens of thousands of times before, we can almost do it in our sleep, while the management at the top vary in ability from not having heard of CTRL+F and managing to lock themselves out of their own laptops to one or two who can just about barely do the job in question, in theory, but have never actually done it THEMSELVES.

Naturally, not only do they not listen to our advice on how to do the job, they attempt to tell us how to do the job, then get all stroppy when we tell them that sorry, it does not matter how much you WANT it to be so, that particular command cannot be run without first escalating privileges with the “runas /user” command….

That is the way Winderz is made, it is the way it has alway been made, it is not a plot by us to make you look like an asshole, and no amount of insistence on your part will change how Winderz works, you just make yourself look like an ever bigger asshole and lose whatever credibility you may have been able to salvage, as to your general personality, if not your ability.

At this point I / we get classified as being the problem, and Mr Manager runs away to play with other managers and sycophants while leaving us to get on with the actual fucking job in question, which is a relief to us… a huge relief, to the point where your presence on the job Mr Manager will soon add up to “Take this job and shove it“

So we have a peculiar situation where there is no identifiable practical chain of command and communication THAT ACTUALLY WORKS, and yet some policy to take over another corporate behemoth and incorporate their proprietary IT systems with your proprietary (Windows XP SP2, lol) IT systems more or less goes ahead and more or less gets done, usually by a tiny majority of actual workers down at the coal face, who together are on less than one of the managers / consultants involved in the project….

So for shits and giggles sometimes I go upstairs and talk to the decimated remains of what was once the corporate IT brain trust, before THAT was all outsourced to India, and listen with hilarity to tales of consultants and managers, hired at £500 per diem on up, tasked with outsourcing and offshoring yet more core tasks to the crowds of Bangalore and Mumbai types who have been flown over to get the Powerpoint and chat scripts, WHO HAVE TO BE TRAINED BY SAID IT STAFF, in order to be able to DO THE FUCKING JOB THEY WERE HIRED TO DO at £500 per diem on up…

…and sadly, it really is a microcosm of how and why our society is so totally fucked up.

I have no power or ability to influence this process, I can stop “playing the game” and get run out of the building on zero notice, and get replaced with another obedient monkey that actually knows which levers to pull and which buttons to press.

I have no ability to communicate their asshole-ness to the little circles at the top of the venn diagram, the management, because that is EXACTLY the sort of communication they exist to block and kill.

Nobody actually gives a fuck, just so long as noses can be kept in the trough and the wheels (however alarmingly they creak) can be kept turning that really is the only game in town, and not because everyone with their nose in the trough is storing up for a rainy day and wants to maximise survivability, but because keeping your nose in the trough is a “Way Of Life” TM for them by now.

So, being the time of year that it is, some of the managers turn up, and a significant pile of the ordered Ipads and X220 stinkpads are appropriated by said managers for “evaluation” and “training” purposes, which means handed to their kids as fucking christmas presents. And then they look at you funny when you refuse to update the asset tracking / movement software to show that item deployed in Gotham City and no longer in stock ready for deployment.

“I’ll do my job…” I tell them, “…you enter what you like in the database in your name” so they will find a more compliant monkey, or more likely forge the credentials of a recently departed monkey…. lol

Of course it is not theft, and managers do not lie, or cheat, or otherwise engage in all the base and scurrilous tactics that they accuse workers of…. not half….  some of the smarter workers, in “monkey see, monkey do” mode, wait till management have left the building with their Ipads and X220s, and grab a couple for themselves, and edit the records the managers left to show +1 of each taken to Gotham City office for “evaluation” and “training” purposes.

Me? I can’t blame the monkey in question, except for the appalling lack of taste and class, as I said to him while supping my (free) machine coffee, “dude, if it was an Alienware M18x fully loaded (eg £4k) I could understand, but a fucking iPad!!!“

Anyway, back to the plot… enemy action? Yes, and to quote someone else, from many years ago, we have met the enemy, and he is us.

So.. lose / lose then…. shrugs… lol Burn baby burn.

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December 16, 2011

Outsourced, offshored and exported.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:05 am

English: IBM Kolkata

I’m walking around this campus of buildings, Fortune 50 company, it used to be bustling, now it is mainly empty, barring the daily rate consultants consulting with the Mumbai types about the remaining positions to be off shored, eg, the remaining positions that haven’t been, 2,200 gone in the past 4 years, only the last 350 on campus to go…. every fucker walks around like some drab ass retirement home for old farts with incontinence and no relatives and no money.

The only fuckers who smile and talk like human beings are the cleaners and security, and both of these are a special breed apart.

Me? It doesn’t matter what I seem to wear lately, suit and tie, jeans and a working shirt, or leathers and originals, I always feel like the outsider in some cheap spaghetti western, the guy who doesn’t fit in anywhere and who doesn’t give a fuck that he doesn’t fit in anywhere, or about the fact that 95% of the townsfolk don’t know how to handle the stranger and are scared / upset / unnerved / uncomfortable in his presence.

IBM was and is a past master at this, you can be in say Deutschland and go to IBM Germany to buy some bundle/product, and next thing you know your factory is being visited by guys from IBM afdiggastan, IBM digaffastan, and IBM bumfucknowhere, and they are actually doing the work, but for IBM it is all a clever accounting trick and none of it appears on the spreadsheets for IBM germany, so profits get fatter, meanwhile it all gets marked down as export sales by IBM bumfucknowhere etc.

Meanwhile you sit there wondering what the fuck happened to the premium product you paid for, while a bunch of IBM foreigners come over, steal all your laptops to take back to sell on Ebay Afdiggastan, have to get trained by what is left of YOUR local IT team to actually do the fucking job they were flown over to do, and then spend most of their time

Fuck you cards.

complaining about the horrendous price of food / beer in the soup kitchen compared to the prices back home in Digaffastan.

In fact it is such a fuck up you sack the few remaining staff you have in a bid to balance the budget, then hire them back at minimum wage via a crap agency that usually specialises in mortuary assistants and gravediggers, so they spend all day downloading 1080p porn over the corporate OC3 and spoofing packets on the Cisco voip network so nobody can get in touch with them.

Then the coffee machine, running windows embedded, goes down because of a dirty contact in the grounds tray and you have to call a coffee company engineer in to fix it, but the coffee company went into liquidation so the engineer covering takes two days to turn up, clean a contact by blowing on it, slams the tray back it and hits the power button…. the only people left in the building who could have fixed it are bust downloading porn and freaking the voip.

Half of the security and half of teh cleaners are fucking each other, so between the two of them anything that isn’t fucking nailed down and a shit load of stuff that is goes missing in a steady stream….

Being the spaghetti western cowpoke ain’t so bad, at least I can move on when these fuckers are reduced to tumbleweed and dust bowls, which don’t see too far off now, and I may not be much, but at least I am still a fucking Man, which is more than any of you cunts, except a couple of the security guys, and a couple of the cleaning girls, everyone else is in death row.

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December 10, 2011

WTF? MGTOW too….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:14 am

Dunno what it is, but it only appears to be a question of time before many of my so called “Fellow men” fall out with me…

Take a look at this thread over at MGTOW.

So I post a response to a guy, it goes like this, exactly like this;

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You see, the REASON I question all the tests is simple.

DNA testing / forensics / analysis can, absolutely, without question, say “Sample A and Sample B” are not related / do not match.

DNA cannot, absolutely cannot, even though it is routinely every day, scientifically it cannot, “prove” that sample A and sample B are connected.

This is because DNA analysis is in fact nothing more than PROBABILITY, and while establishing a statistical probability of zero is quite possible, establishing a statistical probability of certainty is impossible.

Please read and digest the following two articles.

DNA Fingerprinting – a quick reference guide | Robert Whiston
and
DNA Doppelganger Dilemma | Robert Whiston

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SO, I crawl off to bed, wake up the next day, and see the following reply from Nacho.

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In future just post up your shit in the first instance as opposed to the ‘trick’/’court’ like questions, yeah? Some of us have ‘been there’ like you but we’re a little less vocal and bitchy about it, you catch my drift? You’re not here to teach fucks a lesson, is that clear? Some guys here have been through far worse shite than you but are able to ‘conduct’ their business in a manner which does not make us all look like twats! Chill out, MGTOW Forums is not a court room nor are all women like your ex!

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I went to post a reply, but couldn’t, perhaps I have been put on the naughty step or something equally childish… perhaps it is just as well, because I would have asked Nacho exactly what it was he was objecting to, and asking him if he has a drink or drug problem,so maybe it is just as well I couldn’t post…. lol

So I sit here, reminded of Paul Elam showing his true face and attacking men and defending wimminz, and wonder if this is just more of the same, another forum run by another man who secretly worships the cunt, and gets all angry as you inevitably will when you worship cunt…. who knows.

However, I will post my own reply here, in red, interspersed with Nacho’s original reply in blue, but I do urge you to read the whole thread (only a page) prior to this to get some background.

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In future just post up your shit in the first instance as opposed to the ‘trick’/’court’ like questions, yeah?

Well for starters it wasn’t trick/court like questions, I posted a short reply at 9:04 pm 9th Dec board time, then a reply at 11:08 pm, you know, someone says something, which prompts a reply, which prompts a reply, which prompts a reply…. sure, it would be nice to be prescient and encapsulate all my responses in a thread into one nice concise and perfect reply at the top of the thread….. but lacking a crystal ball.

Mainly I am intrigued by how perfectly normal behaviour in a thread can be seen as deliberately setting people up for trick / court questions….

Some of us have ‘been there’ like you but we’re a little less vocal and bitchy about it, you catch my drift?

So? You want to keep quiet about what happened to you, that is your business, I want to take every opportunity to remind people that what happened to me can and will happen to them, that is my business.

You’re not here to teach fucks a lesson, is that clear?

My dear deceased Dad can talk down to me like that Nacho, you can’t. Clear.
You are NOT on this planet to tell me how to live.

Some guys here have been through far worse shite than you but are able to ‘conduct’ their business in a manner which does not make us all look like twats!

I have met a few guys who have been through worse than me, and their False Rape Accusations ended in jail time, I have met guys who have been through worse than me, and their kids who they were banned from seeing and now dead, funny thing is, none of them have dick to say about how I behave myself, how I live my life, or how I make them look.

Chill out, MGTOW Forums is not a court room nor are all women like your ex!

Ah, and finally Esther we have it, another Paul Elam moment, NAWALT.

Nacho just doesn’t get it, ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THAT, just because not all women have falsely accused men of rape does not mean they are not capable, or willing, or that it is not in their nature, or that they have not made other false accusations, and indeed you do not know whom your wimminz has accused of what, before you met her, but you do know that like all wimminz she is happy to live the live of a privileged citizen who can get the daddy state and police to beat down on your or any other man’s ass at a moments notice.

The fable of the scorpion and the frog is not meant to teach us about THAT frog or THAT scorpion, but about ALL scorpions…. there is a never ending supply of idiots who will treat wild animals as tamed pets, until one day they become lunch, and there is a never ending supply of idiots like Nacho who treat wild animals like some mythical “Woman” creature of yore who is full of charm and virtue and chaste and perfect.

Either way, life is too fucking short and MGTOW is another place on the net that is too precious for the likes of me.

Have phun.

PS, Actually, maybe Nacho does get it, maybe Nacho knows that (I believe he has a kid he sometimes gets access to) despite all his posturing his continued access to his kid is at the whim of his skank ho ex and the family courts and the state and the police enforcers, and maybe Nacho doesn’t wan’t cupcake to read that ALL WOMEN ARE FILTHY LYING WHORES in case it screws up his access to his own kid.

Freedom of speech and action huh Nacho… try getting angry at your opressors and spreading the word, instead of telling your fellow men to shut up when one of the priestesses is within earshot in case you get singled out for further punishment.

WHY THE FUCK DO YOU STUPID BASTARDS THINK I WALKED AWAY FROM MY KIDS?

BECAUSE I WAS NOT ALLOWED TO BE A MAN AND A FATHER, A PRECONDITION OF ANY CONTACT WAS TO RECOGNISE THE LEGITIMACY OF THE SECRET FAMILY COURT PROCESS AND JUDGEMENT, AND TO RECOGNISE THE SUITABILITY OF MY PSYCHO SKANK HO EX AS A MOTHER.

I already paid the price for refusing to eat that particular blue pill Nacho, you really think I am going to “behave myself” around guys who eagerly gobbled that pill down?

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December 7, 2011

My children come first… and other fucking lies

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:56 pm

…but the “my kids come first” is one of the biggest and most mind-fucking-est lies that wimminz tell on dating sites.

This lie comes in many forms, “my kids are my world” and “my kids come first” and “my kids are everything” yadda yadda yadda.

Put at its most basic form, any variation of this lie, tells you three essential things about the wimminz in question;

  1. You are going to come LAST in any fucking relationship with this bitch, after her, and after her kids, fuck you very much.
  2. If her kids really were her world, in the way a man means it, the bitch would still be with their daddy, making the relationship work for their sake, so when SHE says they are her world she means it like AMEX, DINERS CLUB and CHEQUEBOOK, they are her own personal money pit, git orf my land…..
  3. If her kids really were her world, in the way a man means it, you wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near her fucking house or children, ever, certainly not for the first year or three…

Lots of guys don’t get this, lots of them like Bill at the Spearhead do not want to get it, because frankly that way lies madness, unless you just shrug and walk the fuck away from your kids lives.

All the skank ho’s I fuck on PoF who have kids, these are other men’s kids, kids often loved by their fathers, always paid for by other men and often their fathers, and usually kept away from their fathers, who have injunctions and restraining orders and false allegations against them.

Let me tell you the truth about these “my kids come first” wimminz….

  • Kids have a notional “bedtime”, with single mommies this is whenever the kid wants, and actually means kid retiring to its bedroom to go online etc, the kid ain’t asleep or deaf, mommy is quite happy to get shit faced and fuck like a slut in the main room of the house though, no pretense of being quiet.
  • In many cases I have discovered that the laptop mommy used to send me pictures of her cunt, and to promise me sexual submission and filth and depravity, is being used by one of the kids, with the same default windows account.
  • Fuck the skank ho well, and little Jimmy and little Susie are told in no uncertain terms to make themselves scarce (go to their rooms and stay there) and not to hassle mummy’s new friend, what this actually means is kids, do not do anything that stops mummy’s new man from paying attention to mummy, specifically, mummy’s sexual desires.
  • Wimminz are quite happy to fuck in front of their kids, the least and most implausible and intangible “thing” can be used by wimminz to create a situation that is not, in their eyes, “in front of the kids”, and this thing can be as simple as a corner in a room blocking direct eyesight, perhaps a net curtain, perhaps a thin stud and plaster wall, perhaps just a TV to distract the kid and keep it, in theory, looking elsewhere…
  • All that protects YOUR kids from further abuse is not the skank ho mummy, it is the guy like me fucking her, who draws a line in the sand between what he can prove he did not do with archived SMS etc and everything else that is on offer.
  • Take a look at that pic up there, she has turned her head and seen the kid, but her hand is still spreading her cunt for the camera, because as far as she is concerned from where the kid is, the kid cannot see the cunt, see my point above about “not in front of“… this is what wimminz mean by “not in front of” your kids….
  • Note well, I am not going ANYWHERE near the dangerous and scary wimminz, the alcohol abusers, the drug abusers, the mental ones, the ones who are a LOT MORE FUCKING COMMON THAN YOU WANT TO BELIEVE.

Without exception, I have found the “my kids come first” wimminz to be the very worst mothers you could imagine, and the very last sort of person any father would want their children left in the effective sole control of…. sadly, for the likes of Bill over at the Spearhead (and no, I haven’t posted this shit there, some head’s ups you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t, so I chose don’t) the high conflict type wimminz who manufacture divisions and distance between fathers and their children, are the very sort of wimminz most likely to have a “my kids come first” profile on a dating website.

What you will never see, but should, is a wimminz advertising that she will put, if not her new man himself first, certainly the relationship with him first, and without a couple there is no family and the kids suffer, so in actual fact what is best for wimminz and kids is wimminz putting men first in their relationships…. you know, the mirror image of men always putting wimminz and kidz first in any relationship, and see where that got them….. fucked and evicted from their own lives.

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December 4, 2011

867-5309

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:26 pm

Was a great song, Tommy Tutone if you don’t remember it.

I appear to be in the habit of playing old songs while driving back from my latest fuck, and of course songs have that ability to transport you backwards in time and space, and sometimes when that happens to you, you also get transported back to an earlier mindset or attitude, and sometimes that earlier attitude and your present attitude sync like an old piston engined bomber’s engines, and thrummmmmm…

When *I* can’t be bothered to fuck you in the morning, turns out it isn’t a symptom that as far as I am concerned you are used up and of no more interest, turns out it is something that sounds very very similar, but which despite the similarity is profoundly different.

You are utterly lacking in all sexual attraction, forever.

Last night was spent with fugly with the 1 face and 8 body and me doing an all nighter, I have fucked her before, and I fucked her last night, harder and dirtier, but this morning? Nothing… no urge…. no desire….. not just not for her, but not even for a wank in her proximity.

So while Tommy was singing “for the price of a dime I can always turn to you” the penny dropped, because it was the 80’s and I was at a fair and some kid in front of me said to some other kid “Let’s split, I already been on all the rides here“, which sums it up, in more ways than one.

The kinky ho’s are more fun than the ho’s who lie and say they ain’t kinky, because the more extreme “rides” are on offer without having to go through any bullshit, and once you’ve been on one roller-coaster you don’t need to ride it again, so you go to the next theme park / skank ho and ride it / her.

Like any ride / coaster, I don’t care how many have ridden it before, or how many will follow me, or what they think of it, to me it is a new ride, and I will drop that dime to ride, and afterwards the coaster / skank ho means as much to me as the dime itself, not the monetary value, that unique individual coin.

You see THAT is the thought that resonated from my past, brought me back to today, and slapped me in the face so that I was aware that this is now my attitude, individual wimminz mean as much to me as individual coins in my pocket.

From where I am sitting I can look outside and see a world, but it is not the world you inhabit, because in my world the current “intrusion” is the wimminz and niggerz wailing because the latest thing is “honour killings” and last night some skank ho was on TV wailing because her skank ho sister poured petrol over herself and lit it, and died of course, because to her sister and this “culture” it was better to be dead than to dishonour the family by divorcing the (inevitably, according to the living sister) allegedly violent and abusive husband…

…and there I was thinking, yeah, I agree, not with you, bitch, but with your dead sister.

but then this is congruent with the world you whores wanted, where your choices are to be either;

1/ some slut I have fucked “all the rides” on.

2/ some slut who I could conceivably fit into my schedule to be a future item #1 if she ain’t no more than a dime’s worth of effort.

3/ every other slut on the planet, ever, both now and into the future.

and if you don’t like that then there is always the gasoline + matches option, perhaps I will toast marshmallows over your pyre while ruminating that AWALT, and corpses don’t count so even some skank who does prefer death to (family) dishonour can only get any credit after the fact of self immolation.

I was called “psychopathic” and “sociopathic” and every other shaming language label you can think of in secret family court, no shred of proof or evidence of course, just “do you still beat your wife“, and none of those allegations or accusations were true.

And then a funny thing happened, monkey see, monkey do, I’m still not xxxpathic, but I sure have learned how to ape it, wimminz, welcome to the world you worked so hard to create, a world in which you mean as much to me as an individual dime in my pocket… and even that only if you can perform some service for me, if you cannot then your worth is that of grains of sand in the Sahara.

December 3, 2011

You lucky bastard

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:26 am

Well, this is just a short post, to put a simple yet profound fact into your heads.

I basically suffered being falsely accused of rape, domestic violence, wanting to fuck my own kids up the ass, child pornography, you name it, as part and parcel of a separation and child custody battle by my psycho skank ho ex.

My kids have basically been abducted by the state, I’m not allowed to see them, phone them, write them, nothing.

I didn’t serve a day in prison, I didn’t get convicted of anything, I do not have any restraining orders, I do not have any child support or psycho ex support payments to make.

That last paragraph, never mind the two paragraphs before that which are pretty fucking horrible, that last paragraph has caused three men, three fathers, to walk up to me so far this week and tell me they consider me lucky.

Then I listened to their stories, and I agreed with them.

Helluva fucking world when not serving a day in prison for crimes you never committed, not being convicted of things you never did, not being prohibited from certain areas of town, and not having your wages / money stolen at source by the state is “luck”, and losing your kids is just the background hum.

November 30, 2011

I don’t know how much longer the signal will last…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:20 am

It’s a line from many films / stories.

It’s a meme, but it is a resonant meme because all human beings get the idea that all things come to an end, and sometimes there just isn’t enough air / food / water / lifeboats / power / bullets / whatever to survive any longer.

My original trade was engineering.

Let me tell you something about engineering, it applies to life generally.

When something mechanical dies, the actual dying event from beginning to end is relatively speaking quite brief, before that there is a protracted period of wear and inadequate maintenance, which is often referred to as the “service life“, but the “failure event” is quite short.

The other thing you need to know about the failure event is you can break it down into smaller slices of time too, and 99% of the damage happens in the last 1% of time.

With me so far? Good.

The last thing you need to know is that once the “failure event” has started, there is nothing you can do to prevent it, the time when you could have limited the damage was back in the “service life” period, but you can no more do anything about that than you can pop back in time and give yourself in 2005 all the winning lottery numbers for the next 5 years.

Businesses, societies, wars, they all follow this pattern, when things start to go to hell in a hand-cart it is already too late, and the pace at which that hand-cart speeds down the hill to hell is constantly accelerating.

Sadly for us our western economies have passed the point where mere preventative maintenance will suffice, far too much is broken, far too many lies have been told, far too many bodies swept under the carpet, far too many vested interests refuse to accept reality.

Tomorrow in the UK loads of state workers go on strike demanding that the taxpayer continues to fund their already very generous (compared to the private sector) wages and pensions, meanwhile the UK is the most indebted nation on the planet.

Those who got on lifeboats from the Titanic DID FUCKING COMPLAIN ABOUT THE CONDITIONS, THE COLD, THE WET, THE LOSS OF BELONGINGS, etc.

Oil prices are already fucked and yet the powers that be are agitating for a land war in Iran, which will have knock on effects on the Straits of Hormuz etc… it’s not like Libya isn’t basically offline and Iraq isn’t basically offline already.

When the banks crash and take sovereign currencies with them, and your deposits and pensions, and as has always happened in the past the state prints a NEW currency and all your old currency is toilet paper, you are going to find an interesting situation where only one class of people in society have any real life experience or surviving in an economy without access to currency.

Prison inmates and ex-prison inmates.

Let me take cunt as an example, as I type this I have two wimminz who basically beg me to fuck them, in any way I please, imagine you are a third wimminz, precisely what value do you think your cunt has to me right now?

Just how much time and effort do you think I am prepared to spend negotiating access to and use of your cunt?

There is only so much cunt I can use, I already have two, so basically you are aiming at lay-away standby status, unless you are very very hot and horny and sexy and hope to displace one of the current two, and even so, what is your actual value to me?

The question then becomes what do you have to trade APART from cunt for my company… one of these two offers me free food, beer and long or short term accommodation, what do you have to trump that, especially bearing in mind that I do not take that offer, except the odd overnighter.

Car? I have one, better than yours. Giant flat screen telly? I have one, better than yours.

It’s that old prison inmate barter system, chances are that mostly it doesn’t matter what YOU want, because YOU DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO TRADE THAT THE OTHER GUY WANTS.

That’s why the economy and banking system will collapse, who actually wants Bank X’s bad debts?

Branson / Virgin only took on Northern Rock on the express understanding that he took on none of the toxic debts.

Take my street, who wants to take on 150k mortgages from people who can not ever pay them off, “secured” against properties that were recently “worth” only 50k and soon will be again?… the bloke / bank holding / selling the 20 mortgages for my street, “valued” at 20 x 150 = 3 million, can’t find a buyer, because the people who owe that money can’t pay, won’t pay.

As prisoners know, unless you have something of value to trade, you can’t even buy protection, so unless you can stand on your own two feet, you actually become someone else’s commodity.

Even if you have something to trade, the value you ask me for it in trade better be less than the effort it costs me to just take all your shit.

Even if you have something to trade, the value it has is no higher than the value anyone else with the same thing is prepared to trade it for, or what I can take it from them by force for.

We have successfully devalued the “worth” of a human life, of human dignity, of human rights, in places like Libya and Iraq and Afghanistan and soon Iran to effectively zero.

Our lives cannot be worth any more, and indeed they are not, the endless streams of our young men sent over to have limbs blown off proves this beyond all possible doubt.

As indeed does the treatment of fathers back home here in the UK.

When you systematically reduce the value to society of a man to zero, then the “mark to market” for the value to society of wimminz, of niggerz, of politicians, of bankers, must inevitably follow and be found to have a similar worthless valuation.

I have skills, I can design, build and install running water, sewerage, electricity, comms, all the basics of human life, we have already established that if you are a wimminz your cunt is already almost literally worthless to me, so what do you have to offer if you are a niggerz? an ex policeman, an ex lawyer, an ex politician, and ex office manager, an ex banker? You do not even have cunt to offer me.

The really funny thing?

The vast majority who flatly refuse to hear the warnings that we have already passed the service life stage of society and are in the failure event stage, and the rate of change towards chaos can only increase as we approach the end of the failure event stage.

To paraphrase Churchill; “this is not the end, this is the beginning of the end“

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November 27, 2011

What is a man, after all?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:29 pm

Last night‘s post about the disobedient skank ho was only half the story.

In pill-popping terms it was the delivery mechanism, and this post is the payload.

Part 1 of the payload is the after separation SMS, which from me was “so long, thanks for all the fish, don’t think we are suited but good luck” or words to that effect, and the reply from her this morning was “You don’t know anything about wimminz and you are a nothing who will never get a real wimminz but good luck on PoF”

Archived to the cloud, fuck the insult, fuck the delusions, fuck everything, that morning after exchange is the icing on the cake in your defence against any and all future accusations, and that is the SOLE point of ALL your archived communications.

Part 2 of the payload is the conversation the skank and I had before I departed.

This part deals with the thorny question of what is a man, after all, and indeed what is a woman.

As I explained to the skank ho, with every human being there are two factors, one is what that person really is, and two is how they see themselves, if you like you can visualise these concepts as two lines drawn along a graph, with the time axis at the bottom, with a man, a real man not a mangina or white knight, his life is an ongoing relationship between the two, where he tries to keep the two lines as close together as possible.

What ALL human beings share in common is the belief that the gap between those two lines is very small, yes, white knights, manginas and wimminz will all think they do a pretty good job at that, like last night’s skank ho who promised total sexual obedience in bed, was totally disobedient, and yet who insisted that she was being totally obedient.

So I said to her, when you tell a child to tidy its room, and the child says I will when I finish watching Craptain Save-a-ho cartoon on the telly, is that child being obedient or disobedient, and of course to her that was obedience, to me it was disobedience.

So we come closer to a useful definition of the difference between Men and wimminz and niggerz, it isn’t the gap between the two lines on the graph, it isn’t the perception of the size of the gap between the two lines, it is however a willingness to swallow bad tasting medicine, and to make efforts to change BOTH lines, both what we actually are, perhaps by avoiding alcohol, and what we see ourselves as, perhaps by accepting that we have alcoholic tendencies.

Logically the problem with this solution / approach is that this skank’s opinion of me is just as valid as my opinion of her, we both believe we are right and neither one of us will give up our own viewpoint… it is like putting a priest and a rabbi in a room and expecting them to come to some agreement, when the reality is there are only two possible intelligent solutions, they both agree to immediately get up and leave the room together, or if prevented from doing so they both agree to meditate in silence, as it is impossible for them to converse on any subject with their differing world views.

Such an agreement was not on the cards last night, so I had the choice of unilateral action, to leave, or to meditate in silence, and you know how long that would be tolerated by a wimminz.

In effect I am stating that to be a Man, I must be passive in my dealings with other human beings, unless we mutually agree to instigate active dealings with each other, and I must also be active in my dealings with myself and my two lines on the graph.

Now, finally, we are approaching some sort of qualitative test that can be applied across the board.

It still carries the danger of subjectivity, that one person can make active changes in themselves, and another person can say yeah, but you should not be making THOSE changes, you should be making THESE changes, but the blue text above gives the clue, the passive person will not give voice to that opinion to the other person, they may think it, but not say it.

Which is a massive Red Pill moment, because we are taught that to be manly is to challenge and change the environment, and that to be passive is weak and worthless and wimpy.

I assert that passivity is manly, because in effect passivity is the refusal to create ties and bonds between yourself and the thing that you are acting passively towards, when addressed from this perspective, passivity is in fact the assertion of self and isolation over the option of we and connectivity.

So now we apply this qualitative test to those we meet, and use it to determine if they are the kind of people we wish to associate with passively, or if they are the kind of people we wish to distance ourselves from passively.

I’ll give you a clue here by pointing out that the reason I am single is I have not found a woman who passes this qualitative text, and I am not a fag so the many men who pass this text become friends and perhaps brothers in arms but no more.

The passivity link above to Wikipedia talks about passivity, and then co-mingles it with subservience and submission, typical trick cyclist bullshit rhetoric.

I like sexually submissive women, this was used by the ex’s lawyers to label me a rapist and child abuser, a domineering and aggressive monster with severe sociopathic issues who must never be allowed anywhere near his own kids.

The truth is that last night’s skank’s total lack of sexual submission very quickly made her totally lacking in all kinds of sex appeal or attraction to me, my passivity to her lack of submission was total, my cock was limp and nothing could make it hard, I no more manifested the tendencies ascribed to me by the skank ho ex’s lawyers than a guy sat behind a market stall exhibits the traits of an armed bank robber and extortionist…, he is sitting there, passively, displaying his wares, with “an invitation to treat“, he is content to deal actively only with himself and his own dealings, he prices his wares and sets them out on display, sits back and reads a book.

This secret family court red/blue pill is not therefore about the contents of the red and blue pills, or their efficacy, or side effects, or c0-morbidity, just that the red pill is a prohibited class A drug, and the blue pill is state mandated daily fare.

Protesting otherwise just gets you labelled as a psycho heroin dealer advocating that kids be given free access to heroin.

Application of the blue text above to everyone else involved in my secret family court appearances neatly categorises them, far better than any other test that I can come up with, and the more power they had over other human lives, the less passive and restrained they were in their dealings with them, and the less active and more restrained they were in dealing with themselves.

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November 26, 2011

Skankin’ dreadstop

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:46 pm

Well tonight was an interesting night.

It was interesting because it proves that anyone can fuck up, even me… lol

The signs were all there early on, and I broke my own rule about limiting my expenditure to one cup of coffee and splashed for the motel room, basically on the promise of total sexual obedience.

What I got was (apart from dumping two loads into her) was total disobedience, didn’t matter what I said, she had to resist just doing it, and then denied utterly that she was being anything other than totally obedient.

So for me instead of an all-nighter it was a “fuck it, I’m outta here” and since I had not been hitting the vodka bottle I could do just that, get in my car and drive…. there was nothing else to do because false advertising, a wimminz claiming she is something she is not, eg 100% obedient in bed, is a total turn off, and fuck it, I ain’t there for the company or conversation or to keep my feet warm…. the skank ho also did not read my profile and complained about my cigars… told her straight, my profile says “smoker”, your profile says fuck all about stretch marks and a sagging belly, and also says “occasional” drinker… gesturing at the half empty bottle of vodka that was nearly full two hours before.

I have no clue if she is still there, or DUI on the way home, not my problem (again, archived SMS / IM / etc so my ass is well and truly covered) when what should happen on my drive home but the fugly skank with the great bod mentioned previously rings me to tell me her teenage daughter is having a stayover at her dads, do I want to come over and use and abuse her for an hour or two.. lol

BTW, you gotta check out the Red Riding Whore link at the bottom.

So anyway, back to the plot.

The plot is you gotta learn to listen to your instincts, no matter how quietly they whisper in your ear, in this case when I spoke to this skank on the phone prior to meeting her she sounded as thick as shit, not so much a conversation peppered with “yeah”, “hmm”, “You know”, but a conversation consisting mainly of such inanities, and a little voice asking me what the fuck am I doing talking to this dumb bitch…

I could have saved the 40 spondulicks I blew on the motel room, on the other hand, it was a timely lesson well worth 40 spons, and fugly with the hot bod came through to save the day anyway.

Then I come home to find a message from a 29 year old chick on PoF, we’re off for coffee the coming weekend, she is buying, so the skank above and the red riding whore slut below both have that “surplus to requirements, sold as seen” status firmly embedded in their psyche, and I have had a top up of the attitude required to exist on the same planet as wimminz, you really do get desensitized to what useless lying fucks they are, and getting desensitized is incredibly fucking dangerous…

If you are lucky, and have made your own luck, you will find yourself in a motel room, sober, with a car outside and SMS / IM etc archived in the cloud, and some fugly skank ho slut lying on the bed available to fuck, but zero further interest.
Shrug, walk away, get in car, drive away, get on with YOUR life.

If you are unlucky, and have not made your own luck, you will find yourself trapped with the bitch, whether just for the night, or for far longer, or the light at the end of the tunnel is the FRA train coming to smash you.

Thank God I am a Man.

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