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November 20, 2011

Malice in Wonderland…. the 1%’er club for Men.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:30 am

Going to do some random musings today.

As is my nature, I’m going to do this out-of-order too, on my way back from banging the skank ho all night, I stopped at a Shell garage for a morning cup of coffee and a smoke.

Like most filling stations nowadays, the coffee machine is a franchise, in this case Coffee Republic, a franchise which in this case only started August 2010, and which has just gone into liquidation, so half the machine is empty, only brown sugar (which I like) latte (which I like) and no stirring sticks and only large cups, so I paid a quid for a two quid coffee…. yummy.

But it got me to thinking about the developing economic crash, and let’s face it, for a franchise coffee outlet in a major chain of filling stations to go bust selling a product with as much mark up as coffee, you just know it is down to finance and not per unit sold profit that killed it.

Which brings us back to last night’s skank, and previous stories about the crashing economy changing the skanks attitudes…

This skank is a true single mum skank, first fucked at the age of 13 she says, and lost count of the amount of cock she had had by the age of 16, and now 20 years later it is “pick a number” and make sure it has three digits.

In many ways it is the same old story, she had the education and the opportunities, and she had a 15 year marriage to one guy who she claims she was faithful to (could be true) and who she says is a lovely guy, but just wasn’t interested in sex, so she dumped him, and yes, kept the kids…

So now with 40 knocking on the door her body and looks are falling off a cliff, having reached that stage that women seem to get to where everything physical goes downhill real fast, and her cunt looks like the one above, but about 10 minutes later, hammered to fuck and back, but hey, a cunt is a cunt.

Anyway, the point being that she woke up this morning with bruises on her inner thighs, having herself paid for the motel room (she didn’t feel comfortable asking me back to “her kids home” she said, who knows, I could have been an axe murderer… lmfao) gives me my morning blow job and fuck, and I ask her if she has any regrets, while sipping on a manky motel coffee and smoking my first of the day, and she gives me “that” look and says “No, no regrets…”

“That” look being that calculating look that the wimminz have, have they done enough to impress me and maybe come to rely on me economically in the impending hard times ahead, or are they just another notch on the bedpost for a player. And at this point I make small and pointless bets with myself about whether or not, and if so how long, before the skank ho texts me at some point in the future.

Meanwhile the young chick mentioned previously in another post, the one who “got it” is in touch, I asked her if she wanted me again that night (not that I was available or within 20 miles of her, being busy as I was with last nights skank) and she said yeah but she has her best friend (female) visiting, so I send a message back “threesome then…. rofl” to which she responds no, because her girlfriend is better looking than she is, so vanity either way, either fishing for a compliment from me about her attractiveness or fishing for some shit about looks don’t matter baby you is de beautiful person yadda yadda, so of course I sent the only reply possible, “is she as dirty and obedient a slut as you? cos that interests me more than looks“… haven’t had a reply yet…lol… that hamster wheel is doing 5,000 rpm

Meanwhile this morning the fugly skank I also mentioned previously with the 8 body but the 1 face, actually I was being generous, 0.1 face, is messaging me asking me if I had a good time last night, she hopes so, and how she woke up with her cunt wet and throbbing for me and yadda yadda yadda.

All three are single mum’s, all three facing the reality that is the impending economic crash, and all three find a guy who no real ties incredibly sexually attractive, because he has no real ties or commitments and therefore could in theory take them on board.

Yeah, I could wax lyrical about how I am incredibly good-looking, which isn’t true, how I am hung like a donkey, which isn’t true, how I have this amazing personality, which isn’t true, and puff my chest up and offer to let you all smell my fingers, but the truth is much, much, much harsher… the truth often is.

The truth is if you google my name, and I always use my real name in PoF etc, I sound like Charles Manson on a bad day, it isn’t true, but that is what you will see and read, the truth is I may be in good shape for a 50+ year old guy, but I am still a 50+ year old guy, the truth is I may not be saddled with any huge debts, but basically I don’t have a pot to piss in, the truth is I may have a pretty good and rounded personality, but wimminz don’t get a look in, the truth is despite all my own failings and shortcomings (not that I feel like a failure or short of anything, just saying, if you were to make a list of my attributes….) I am still by far the best that these three wimminz in question can hope to get, and on some level at least they are aware of this, and they are also aware that the only way to get past the initial screening process is to offer me no holds barred kinky perverted sex, and so they do.

Yet I am again struck by the fact that these skank ho single mums are more in tune with the survival game than most of the general public, and more in tune with survival that the now bust Coffee Republic, with the analogy that the coffee franchise was the female surviving off the environment and micro-ecosystem created by the host male, the filling station itself…. but bear in mind that these skank ho single mums that I fuck are not representative of wimminz as a whole or skank ho single mums as a whole, they are the sub-set that pass through my PoF filters and meet me and fuck, these are the “enlightened” 1%, the canaries in the coalmine.

Back in my biker days, there was the whole “1%’er” thing, which came from a biker party that got out of hand in the states many many years ago, and some self-appointed biker talking head denounces those who fought and fucked up the town as the minority 1% of all bikers, NABALT, not all bikers are like that, and so many bikers who liked to party and had a FTW attitude adopted the 1% label as their own.

I think perhaps the post thermonuclear DV/rape/whatever lost his house / kids / job Man is also in his own way a 1%’er, he is in effect an outlaw, having found himself placed outside the protection of the Law and being used as the victim by the Law, and that is why there is a certain gravitational attraction between a 1% Man like me and the 1% of skank ho wimminz who really can see which way the wind is blowing long-term economically, and how bleak the future could be for them, and how dependent they could be for their very survival upon a suitable host male to parasite off of.

Maybe, like Coffee Republic, even when you find a superb male to associate with, and grab yourself a prime piece of franchise real estate like Shell filling stations, your backroom attitudes and lifestyles and financial situation is so dire that even when presented with a goldmine, you go fuckedcompany.com.

PS.. the skank just texted me…. lmfao….

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November 13, 2011

Road games.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:07 pm

The Spearhead (link on right) recently had an article all about the responsibility of being a father… and how the wimminz and family court systems are whining that we fathers ain’t being responsible enough, while they simultaneously strip us of all responsibility for and contact with our children.

I guess it was percolating away in the back of my head, along with the production line skank ho I fucked on Friday night (the one previously mention in “Nice Legs”) and the fact I was heading up the road to fuck last night’s production line skank, who has achieved friends with benefits status, so anyway I grabbed the phone and took this pic to remind me to write this piece today.

See, the thing is the State, Secret Family Court, associated parasites, and my psycho skank ho ex all conspired to erase me from my kids lives, they do not even carry my name any more, so there I was age 50 something cruising up an empty road at night, smoking, chilling, listening to and singing along to some old tunes, on my way to party down and fuck some slut, and it struck me.

I dunno if this is just me, or just men, or what, but there I was acting and feeling EXACTLY the same way I acted and felt when I was barely into my 20’s, enjoying hugely the feeling of being alone on the road at night, doing my own thing, AS FREE AS A FUCKING BIRD, and it felt fucking wonderful.

Being cut off from my psycho skank ho ex is like being released from life in prison, like being cured of cancer, like winning the fucking lottery, being purged of parasites and leeches, it is the best thing she could have ever done for me, and being honest with you, freeing me of all responsibility for my kids, since I was only ever going to be offered the responsibility end of the stick, never the quality time end of the stick, is again the best thing she could have done for me.

I know she is still sat there, rather like the cartoon in the Eye of Sauron article, soaking herself in delusions about how miserable her actions have made me, how she has ruined my life, how she has broken me, while in reality my life is better than it has been at any time since that dark day in ’99 when I met the bitch.

I guess on many levels I knew this anyway, but it took the deja vu of an empty road at night, some good tunes and a smoke and me on my way from partying down with one skank ho to partying down with another for the penny to fully drop at all levels of my consciousness simultaneously.

It’s 1981 again, put em all in a field, bomb the bastards, and let God sort em out.

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November 11, 2011

Nice legs, shame about the face.

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

I have often noted that there is often very little relationship between a woman’s body and her face…. to be specific, you can get some real fugly birds who when dressed and you can only see the face, you would rate at a 1, but when naked with a bag over their head (more on this later…lol) they rate at least a 9.

The lastest skank on the production line is a classic example of this, the face is a 2 at best, and possibly only a 3 when she was 16, but the body is a solid 8 even at the age of 40.

And so we see, under normal circumstances I would never have seen her body, one look at the face and I or any other man would have been off, but due to my production line PoF dating SOP, (more on links on right) in which I basically ignore their entire profile and click yes or no on the basis of things that men would never normally use to judge a wimmin’s suitability to fuck, I ended up fucking this skank ho and seeing her naked.

Yeah, I hear you saying, but what about the fugly face, that just has to be a boner killer.

Well, nope, because part of the point of treating all wimminz as filthy lying skank ho’s is that you just don’t “do” making love, or vanilla sex, or any of that shit, you fuck, hard and dirty and kinky, and one of the things all these skank ho’s love is being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked senseless.

Which presents you with the opportunity to expand the definition of “blindfold” somewhat…. I say somewhat because turning up with a gimp mask is a definite no-no, but you can and should certainly expand on the blindfold to use a large piece of cloth, the size of a man’s scarf, which not only covers up the eyes but most of the face except the mouth, which you have to leave free to get your cock in, just in case she starts to talk… lol

And thus you have what I had last night, and what I am off out tonight to pork again, a body that is a solid 8, which the face that is the 2 safely hidden away from boner-killer status, win/win.

Which brings me to a related subject, cunts.

Some cunts look bladdered, some look well used, but some do look just so fuckable, and again quite often these are found on the bodies of wimminz whose faces and bodies themselves rate less than a 3, and you will never see or fuck them if you use normal methods of selecting your wimminz, but you can also use boner-killer protection techniques to cover up, or present, the wimminz body to you in such a way that it emphasises the good and hides most of the bad, such as for example bound and kneeling on the bed in front of you… provided she does not have a huge ass of course…lol

Should also mention in closing, that some of the fugly wimminz make a special effort to be particularly good at something such as deep throat etc in a bid to make up somewhat for the fact that they are fucking fuglies.

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November 1, 2011

Hell in a handcart

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:09 pm

I guess it is one of those twists of fate, but I recently found myself landed with a small contract for a huge multinational company.

Then it transpired that the structure was more complex, think a layer cake with several overlapping, or not so overlapping, Venn diagram like areas of management.

Then think institutionalised incompetence, to the point where this job is going to go titsup, or provide me with solid work well into next year, the job specification hasn’t expanded mind you, it is just that the PROJECTED work rate is approximately 25x greater than the ACTUAL work rate, still par for the course for a couple of million UK£ worth of new hardware and a Fortune 50 company.

Why should a Fortune 50 company hire people any more competent than the secret family courts, or the local cable company technical support, or just about any other aspect of modern life that you can choose?

The answer is of course that there is no reason it would, or would be able to, given that all of the above take their staff from the labour pool of people currently of working age, which means 90% of them never even had the rudiments of a decent education.

See, unless you teach a person an actual trade, it is flatly fucking impossible to teach them to take anything even remotely approaching a pride in their work, because they won’t have any identifiable work which they own, or can point to and say “all my own work“, rather everything is a collaborative fuck up, for which no-one individually carries any responsibility, and on those occasions where these fuck ups result in someone dying, all you have to do to keep your management job is to trot out the old lines about “far reaching investigations” and “no stone unturned” and finish up with “lessons will be learned“.

It’s all bullshit of course…. so we have in this case (no names and no pack drill) a Fortune 50 multinational financial corporation (5 in the management project team) a Fortune 50 multinational hardware corporation (4 in the management project team) a national service corporation (7 in the management project team) and another assorted 12 people supporting all of the above, which makes 28 management level people in billing full time for this project, plus approximately 25 others in various outsourced and externalized leveraged roles scattered around the globe, so we are up to 53 people, and down at the bottom of the pile there are two people, yours truly and a guy we shall call Fred.

Now me and Fred are the ones supposed to do ALL, and I mean ALL, the actual fucking work in this project, and of course being on the bottom of the pile me and Fred are paid less than anyone else, which is OK, I take the attitude you pay me peanuts, I act like a monkey and chill, but the fact is me and Fred have spent the last two weeks producing sweet fuck all, we have been explaining to 7 managers what the fucking project actually is, what we have to do, how we have to do it, and why we can’t do it yet because the other 4 managers above them, and the 5 managers above them, haven’t done some really, really, really basic things to enable us to do the job….

Think like this, guys need hammers, nails and wood, after a week of asking we get nails supplied, 4 days later we get some wood, 3 days later we get one hammer, but Fred and I are not allowed to share the hammer, it was issued to me… so today we hammered the first nails into the wood… and it takes a team of 28 managers and 25 managerial support staff to fuck up the job to that extent…

Meanwhile exactly the same grade of asshole is in charge of the family court system, the economy, the political scene, and whether we will have a war or not in the country of your choice, and exactly the same grade of asshole is reassuring all the other assholes that the Euro has been rescued, peace and apple pie is coming in Libya, we don’t need no stinking nuclear power plants, house prices will never crash by 75%, and there will not be another land war in europe.

What could possibly go fucking wrong?

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October 29, 2011

Eternal shitshine redux

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 8:14 pm

In the eternal sunshine post a couple of days ago I mentioned the “relatively smart” young wimminz 24 years younger than me.

Commenter Blissex correctly noted that “Your semi-reasonable young skank-ho is just computing her trading leverage with you, and coming to a not so exciting conclusion, even if it is not that favourable to her. I am surprised that she accepts it as it is (not making a question of right or wrong here) and does not take refuge in denial, but then you did say that she is unusually smart. A keeper of sort. Perhaps if she had not corrupted herself with bad choices in the past she might have become a woman, but path dependency happens.”

In the interregnum, specifically this morning, the skank blew it, and she blew it by letting slip the fact that she believed that wimminz should have total control over their own womb.

Being a wimminz, even a smart wimminz, she just does not fully grasp the fact that in the current legal environment total control over her womb = total control over a man’s wallet and assets, indeed you can argue that she only gets total control because she is totally exempted from ultimate financial responsibility for her “choices“, either an individual man gets slammed with the bill, or all men via the uber-alpha-mangina partner that all wimminz have, the State.

She knew as soon as she said it, that she had said the wrong thing, and then in attempting to pull back from this statement and rectify this situation, she really buried herself, because she let slip the belief that wimminz are not inferior to men…. but are in fact at least their equal.

Just for shits and giggles I pointed out her own earlier statement that due to the choices she, as an independent ballsy at-least-the-equal-of-a-man skank ho had made to date in her life, “You’re the best man I am ever going to get, no matter what, so I have to do whatever it takes to keep you wanting me.” So it was an interesting trick in BOTH being at least the equal of men, and yet sliding ever further down the snake of ever decreasing quality males the more empowered, independent and ballsy decisions she made… while I cast an eye and waved a hand around at the reality of her life as a single skank ho just to underline the point.

Now again you have to remember this particular skank ho is amongst the top 1% both intellectually and in terms of reality perception, if you were looking to get away as far as possible from your typical skank ho and go out and specifically hunt for that elusive NAWALT exceptional wimminz, you would be hunting in the rare and exalted territories inhabited and colonised by this type of wimminz.

Yet when push comes to shove you find all the admirable things about them were just hot air, when the rubber of the intellectual self appraisal which I found so refreshing met the road of reality, the road of reality was denied and the rubber of intellectual self appraisal was discarded and the old default wimminz delusional crap came to the fore.

In this skank’s case it was a “so long” from me, and back to PoF for her, and boys she was back on PoF within an hour of me walking out the door, no sentiment there, as she determinedly slid down the ladder of ever decreasing quality males.

If you want an alternate proof of this purely wimminz phenomenon of discarding reality and intellect and resorting to delusions every time the rubber really hits the road, ask yourself this, and take some time and think.

When was the last time you heard a story about a wimminz getting trapped alone in some life threatening situation and cutting her own arm or leg off and thus saving her own life?

Take as long as you like.

Nope? Like me, you can probably recall dozens of stories of men finding themselves in such situations facing the reality and doing what it took to survive, but not one single story, ever, in your entire life, anywhere on the entire planet, of one single skank ho wimminz doing the same thing.

And if we cannot recall a single incidence of a skank ho making the pragmatic, difficult and painful decisions when faced with an immediate set of consequences, is it really any wonder that we never see a wimminz making the pragmatic, difficult and painful decisions when faced with a far more nebulous and long term set of consequences, such as giving up some delusions of being better than men, and depending on exporting and outsourcing the consequences and cost of total control of her womb, in exchange for total control, and in exchange gaining immediate and long term access to the best man she is ever going to get for the rest of her life.

To a man, such a choice is a no brainer, men make such self sacrificing choices every day of their lives, after all what is marriage and parenthood except just such a choice (ignoring the fact that the real choice is bait and switch, and not what the man was told it would be on the day he signed up) yet the skank ho wimminz find such choices impossible to make, they are hardwired to retreat into some delusional world where Craptain Save-a-ho will come sweeping in and rescue them at the last moment. Not just rescue them from the situation, but rescue them from actually having to make a fucking choice and bear the consequences themselves.

SO, here were are, the skank-ho in question has been pumped and dumped, I have reaffimed that even in the elusive and distant territories in which the fabled NAWALT wimminz and unicorns and dragons are reputed to roam, there are no unicorns, no dragons, and just more AWALT intellectual pygmies with cunts and tits.

Today I am having a well deserved evening off relaxing after spending much of last night pumping this young bitch in all her holes, and tomorrow it is back to one of the true standby’s, not as young, not as well bred or spoken, not as intelligent, but in a way smarter, in an animal cunning way, because she knows to keep my favourite beer in, should I feel like dropping by, she knows to offer me a proper home cooked meal if I do drop by, and apart from that she knows to keep her mouth shut unless my cock is going into it, and to keep her “opinions” to herself.

Which brings us to the bottom line.

While the “sweet, smart young thang” had by far the greatest long term potential, she also had the greatest self delusions, and the less appealing, older, rode hard and hung up wet skank ho had already had most of her self delusions kicked out of her, so her “longevity” with a man like me was greatly extended.

The older, rode hard and hung up wet skank ho is ten+ years younger than me, so her womb is nearing the end of its useful life, and she already has a couple of kids who have just about left home full time (come home to get laundry done etc) so there is perhaps an interesting intellectual and theoretical question to be discussed regarding the effect the fertile womb has on the younger skanks’ thought processes, or perhaps we should say delusion processes, provided we remember that the discussion is purely theoretical, whatever the conclusions, they are over-ridden by the fact that AWALT.

So feel free to pump and dump the younger skank ho’s out there, but do not for one instant think that the younger flesh means anything other than younger flesh, which only has any significance while you are actually pumping.

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October 26, 2011

Cunt and Linux

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:42 pm

There is a thread going on over at MGTOW dealing with Vacations for married men.

It, like so many of these “imponderables” about wimminz, all boil down to the exact same thing.

That same thing is the illusion that all niggerz have that cunt is something that has a value, that you must pay for, and even worse, that the value of any individual cunt is related to the price you are paying for it.

The internet is replete with jokes about if Linux made a car (go and read the link) but the fact is in human beings humour / jokes are often no more than a way of saying that which is not sayable any other way.

Anyone who PAYS UK£400 for a Windows OS and Office install needs their bumps felt, when you can get a totally free Linux install which does all this and far far more.

And yet like the linux car dealership in the story linked to above, the free cunt car lot is almost deserted, but the pay by installments for a licence for an inferior prodct that you never own and is less reliable etc etc windows cunt car lot has queues around the block 24/7

and these, these are the telling lines that all red pill Men will recognize when dealing with wimminz and niggerz and those young enough to break away before fucking their lives up.

Hacker with bullhorn: “Save your money! Accept one of our free tanks! It is invulnerable, and can drive across rocks and swamps at ninety miles an hour while getting a hundred miles to the gallon!”

Prospective station wagon buyer: “I know what you say is true…but…er…I don’t know how to maintain a tank!”

Bullhorn: “You don’t know how to maintain a station wagon either!”

Buyer: “But this dealership has mechanics on staff. If something goes wrong with my station wagon, I can take a day off work, bring it here, and pay them to work on it while I sit in the waiting room for hours, listening to elevator music.”

Bullhorn: “But if you accept one of our free tanks we will send volunteers to your house to fix it for free while you sleep!”

Buyer: “Stay away from my house, you freak!”

And that, in a nutshell, is why Cunt is like Linux, it will never compete with Cunt repackaged as Windows and sold for vast sums of money, because niggerz have been programmed to equate cost with quality, and that won’t change until the wheels fall off the economic wagon and the only price cunt anyone can afford is free cunt.

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The eternal shitshine of the sparkless mind

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:39 am

Yesterday I had a couple of those “rather interesting” conversations with a wimminz, that you can sometimes get when they know you well enough to know that their shit isn’t acceptable.

Both of these conversations started around the developing economic crisis, and the implications this will have for society and wimminz.

Both of these conversations I related the anecdotal evidence that I was getting ever younger and higher quality skank ho’s chasing me, to be their man and protector.

I laughed at her (wimminz #1) when she described the last three guys she has fucked (in about a week) and proceeded to say “I’m not a slut” because she was only fucking one of them at a time, and we got on to the economy.

These are two direct quotes from that conversation.

“Well I knew that was coming any way, World War 3 will start in the middle east. I hope I have a large cock up my ass when I die lol”

and, on the subject of spreading your legs in times of scarcity;

“Yes that’s very true I would for food and a smoke and anything else I wanted”

This is important for men to understand, because here is a wimminz that simultaneously claims that “slut” = “threesome“, that knows hard times are coming, and that freely admits she will fuck for a cigarette or anything else she wanted.

What makes this skank useless for anything more than a pump and dump is not any of these though, it is her belief that she can hold all these other attitudes to life, and yet retain a value to a man greater than say a dog…. that she is entitled to any more than “sit“, “stay“, “suck“.

So then I am talking to this other skank, who for a wimminz is quite smart and quite realistic, and who understands that no man has any value for her greater than a dog, and is (for now at least) accepting of that, and we started discussing a subject I covered recently, What men really want in a wimminz, specifically Rule 1

  1. Everything you have ever done at any time in the past sexually better be on the table now as an absolute fucking MINIMUM, any other option is like saying I am not worth as much as them, in which case go fuck off back to them. I may not want to do all that shit with your skank ho ass, but it sure as fuck better be on the table and on offer, gratis.

Sure, I may not actually WANT to do “x” that you did with that guy last year, but it sure as fuck better be on the table, and the gratis bit counts in spades, you don’t get to think any of this stuff is worth a damn thing, means a damn thing or is going to earn you a damn thing…. not in my eyes.

And the penny drops for this smart and realistic skank, every time she does something “new” with a man, that becomes the minimum stake with the next guy, the table stake, the amount you need to sit down at a table, before you play the game, and it doesn’t take long before a skanky ho has nothing left to bet with, she has blown it all at previous tables, so she is forever excluded from that level of player and game.

And then the penny drops further, and you can hear the gears grind inside her head, and remember, this is one of the smart and realistic wimminz, the top 1%, 24 years younger than me with a half decent face / body / education / background, and sure she has ridden the cock carousel, but not as hard as some, and thanks to her background with a better class of cock than many her age, and the penny rattles all the way to the bottom of the barrel, and she says to me, “So no matter what I do, even if you weren’t the best man I ever had, which you are, by far, from here on in it is all going to be downhill for me.”

And I say “Yes.”

and she says “You’re the best man I am ever going to get, no matter what, so I have to do whatever it takes to keep you wanting me.”

And I say “Yes.”

And THAT gentlemen, is when hypergamy and the cock carousel meets reality and the impending economic crisis.

The dumb and older skanks are already primed to spread their legs for a cigarette, and their aspirations are if push comes to shove I hope I die with a cock up my ass, meanwhile the younger and much smarter skanks are primed to abandon hypergamy and the cock carousel and be property to survive, and to pass on their DNA (don’t forget the younger skanks still have functioning wombs, wimminz in their late 20’s are plenty fertile, and this affects their thinking) to the future.

In short we are seeing hardwired DNA survival traits impinging upon what passes for wimminz minds and day to day attitudes. Men may be smarter and able to focus on long terms goals and the consequences of their actions, but the wimminz are far better than us at sniffing a change in the wind and reacting to it FAST, meanwhile the niggerz get left behind in the stampede.

Now, I’m not young enough or fool enough to believe that this young skank ho is still going to be around to empty my colostomy bag in another 30 years, hell, I do not even know that *I* will survive what is coming and live that long, but, I would be a complete cunt to pass up the opportunity to play Ceasar again for a while, for as long as this young skank ho believes I am her last and best and only chance of long term survival and prosperity, she will worship me for allowing her to be my property, and really, if that lasts a week, a month, or even a year, it beats the living fuck out of playing Gears of War on the Xbox…

Plus, it pisses so many people off, it pisses off all the other wimminz so see men with skank ho’s young enough to be their daughter, because it devalues (though that were possible) older wimminz even further, it upsets the niggerz with their lot, and for those of you like me who have been through a nuclear war legal separation nothing upsets the skank ho ex quite so much as seeing how much better your life is now she is out of it.

In closing here, I must address one point for you men, and that is the fact of pissing all the other wimminz off to see a man with a younger chick on his arm… obviously you have to be in your 40’s as a minimum to pull this “generation gap” younger chick shit, and I am being brutally serious here, with the way rape and grooming laws are going the chick absofuckinglutely MUST be out of her teens, and someone you have never met before and have no other connection with or authority over, so no shared workplace, nothing.

Being a man we might think the older wimminz get pissed at us having a young skank ho hanging off our cock because, like the “will fuck for a cigarette” wimminz above, it puts their relative value down and so they better be ready and eager to do the most kinky and fucked up sex you ever had, to compete with the younger flesh.

That is NOT how the older wimminz think, assuming “think” is a word appropriate to a DNA driven reaction.

The older wimminz do not see a younger skank ho with firmer tits and smoother skin hanging off your cock, the older wimminz see a young, wet, fertile womb hanging off your cock, END OF FUCKING STORY.

Trust me on this boys, this is where ALL the fucking hatred and poison comes from, all this shit in the mainstream media about “when a new lion takes over the pride he kills all the young uns that don’t have his DNA”, yeah, well I have fucking lived in these places and I can tell you in the wild females routinely kill the offspring of other females, and their own offspring if it suits them or they don’t like who the father is.

You had better have all your other fucking ducks in life lined up in a row, and be as sorted and invulnerable as you can be, if you are 40+ and intend to be hanging around younger fertile wombs.. I shit you not.

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October 24, 2011

Not knowing this is often fatal, literally.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:49 am

It is one of the hilarious twists in fate that human nature insists that we all learn our own lessons the hard and painful way, rather than being taught them the easy and painless way.

We all have to test that fire we have been told will burn us is hot enough to burn, that a blade we have been told is sharp will cut us, and so on and so forth.

This isn’t because we are stupid, I think it is because we are hardwired to crave the direct memory experience, and also because we are hardwired to gather empirical evidence before putting trust in another and their knowledge.

Of course when it comes to mating and reproduction this shit all goes out the window.

Which brings us to an interesting question.

What is the difference between a father of 20 years of age holding his newborn son, and a father of 50 years of age holding his newborn son?

How you receive the answer to this question will be totally dependent upon your own age, and experience…. TOTALLY.

The answer is the 20 year old father wants to do everything possible for his son, and his heart breaks at every little thing he fails to do, while the 50 year old father knows that there is nothing he can do for his son, except be there when his son comes calling, particularly after his son reaches 16 himself, and no longer needs a father but needs a man whom he can trust to teach him how each fuckup he made was made, and why it was a fuckup, and how to learn from it.

You see we are talking about perceptions shifting with the passage of time and accumulation of knowledge and experience.

You simply have to live a certain number of years before you realise that your human time span is simply far too short for many many things, and far too long for others, and confusing the two can often be fatal.

You also have to live a certain number of years before you truly understand that human society does not change like a river course slowly and gradually eroded over time by the river, well actually it does, but those changes are gradual, you have to live long enough to see the periodic torrential floods that completely alter the landscape to understand that they are where the majority of change takes place, and it takes place very very rapidly indeed, and with apparently little or no warning.

The Men’s Rights movement is one such, the older bastards amongst us realise that while it is important to keep the seeds alive, gradual growth and change are not realistic goals, the sole purpose of keeping the seeds alive and distributed widely is in readiness for the torrential floods that will literally alter the entire landscape overnight.

The older bastards amongst us are also old enough to see impending torrential flooding, we saw the dark clouds and flashes in the horizon three days ago, we have lived long enough to learn that the current topography of the valley could not be explained by gradual erosion alone, so some nights we would climb the peaks and sit quietly and talk with our peers and gaze out at the horizon.

The other thing we would do is compare notes, because the older bastards amongst us were not just told that fire burns and blades cut by our parents, who of course had first hand knowledge of this, but also about the Great Depression and the two World Wars and poverty and society, by our parents, who of course had first hand knowledge of this.

One of the greatest dangers you younger bastards face is this lack of knowledge, you do not know, deep within your bones, that what is legal and proper today can merit 20 years in prison this time next year, that the person or indeed institution who is your friend today, can be your implacable and deadly enemy this time next year.

In short, you all think you can change the world.

We older bastards know that yes, each man can have a very small and local influence on the world, but the world will have a massive and irresistible influence on that man… we are all individually changed far more than we could ever change the world, and this is even true for those with the most personal power, the Hitler’s of this world, so it is true a billion trillion zillionfold for the small man in the street, you and I.

Indeed, the older bastards will nod and agree that the Hitler’s are made from small men in the street who are too stupid to learn that life changes you more than you can ever change life…. nobody, not Galileo, not Newton, not Einstein, not Jobs, not Gates, nobody was changed by what they did, they were essentially the same people throughout life, being changed by the world they inhabited.

The older bastards will nod and agree that no idea ever was born from one man, no matter that the history books say otherwise, but rather like a solution becoming saturated to the point crystals can form, the world creates conditions where many men working on similar things from similar foundations arrive at similar answers at similar times.

We older bastards also know, direct from our parents who we know for a fact were not lying, but trying to teach us, that they lived through these torrential floods where the entire landscape changed overnight, and the effects upon them and their attitudes was not merely life changing but character changing.

And if you younger guys are nodding and thinking you get it, character changing like guys coming back from the Nam or Iraq with PTSD, then you don’t fucking get it… you don’t fucking get it because only a very small and easily ignored minority of the population came back from “war” with PTSD.

What my parents and grandparents were trying to tell me about was EVERY SINGLE MOTHERFUCKER ON THE ENTIRE PLANET WHO LIVED THROUGH IT getting changed FOREVER.

NOBODY did not get PTSD and a permanent character change, and these were the lucky bastards who lived through it. Those who failed to adapt died, literally… irrespective of age or sex or how hard they had had it, failing to adapt and change utterly forever was literally fatal.

So the bottom line is be very careful what you do, and do not do, today, because you could very easily find that next year a law is passed to make that thing retroactively illegal, with a minimum sentence of 20 years hard labour.

Being the small man on the street has its advantages, you get to stay under the radar, unlike the French nobility, when TSHTF… not if, when.

October 23, 2011

The unravelling of an attitude.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:54 am

This post is essentially going to be two things, one of which is the third in the series commenting upon the change in wimminz attitudes as the economy founders, and the other thing is going to be a shotgun or random related stuff.

Clearly, since I am not a wimminz, I do not wake up every morning and believe that I am more beautiful, more sexy, more entitled than I was when I went to sleep the night before.

Being a man (of thankfully good genetic heritage) I wake up every morning, take a piss, light up a cigarette and sup my first coffee of the day, and some days something happens that causes me to remark to myself that I have just learned something new or added one more small piece to a puzzle. I do have people (of both sexes) mistakenly taking me for someone between 10 and 15 years younger than my actual age fairly regularly, but this is still putting me at late thirties as a minimum, an age at which for much of human history you were probably going to be considered “old age“. Of course the other thing that is most unusual about the last century of so of human history, is one of the side effects of science and technology and wealth creation, which is men marrying wimminz of basically the same age.

I have mentioned previously that my PoF production line has been showing a spike in wimminz nearer my own age opening the conversation with a willingness to be my kinky no-holds barred submissive slut, dropping all pretence of ladylike refinement or respectable demeanour, and a spike in the younger wimminz being more interested in a man my age than they were (remember, my PoF profile has no picture, so the first impression the wimminz get is the one they paint in their own head when they see “age 51”) only a season or so ago.

This last week has seen a serious spike in this, sure, it could be no more than a statistical anomaly, but it doesn’t feel like one, it feels much more like negotiating with people who suddenly realise that the balance of power has shifted, ironically towards a more patriarchal society and away from the matriarchal misandric society that all the feminazis are still screechingly claiming is a patriarchy.

It feels like this partly because of subtle shifts in the language used in the dating negotiations, and partly because of the quality and therefore self respect of the wimminz entering the arena lately, and pushing aside all the “rode hard and hung up wet” types that infested PoF as little as 6 months ago.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t buy this new negotiating language and new proposals and terms as being any more truthful or valuable than the stuff the wimminz were saying six months ago, but I do note the change, and I do note the fact that had these slightly better quality wimminz come to me with this approach and attitude 12 months ago it would have been met with slightly more than mere cynicism by me…. I would have acknowledged that they were at least making an effort to stand out from the herd BEFORE the fucking lions started stalking.

How much of a shift are we talking about?

Well, a 27 year old single mum, with her own home, and no, that doesn’t mean a mortgage she can’t pay, it means her own home, with a classical education and good relations with her traditional nuclear family, in actual fact quite easy on the eye and totally devoid of all the wimminz usual warpaint and accesorising and such, spending the last two weeks ramping up her campaign to convince me, a 51 year old man (albeit a well preserved one) to take her under my wing.

Yeah, she is still a skank ho single mum to bastard kids, she is still by nature of being a wimminz a filthy lying whore, but damn me if she isn’t making a fucking good effort, and I don’t just mean “I’ll be your own personal whore” shit, but the whole 1950’s housewife shebang about honouring and respecting and obeying the older and wiser man in your life.

Yeah, it may have no more meaning or import than an actor reading a script on stage, but fuck me, this is a play that has not been performed since the 80’s, and when the feminazis heckle this bitch (for hanging out with a “viagra daddy”) she certainly plays the part of someone fighting for one of the last seats on one of the last boats off the island before it sinks beneath the waves, with enough aplomb to deserve a very small round of applause.

And then she whips out the world smallest violin and plays a tune on it for these other feminazi skank ho wimminz who are “rode hard and hung up wet” for their self inflicted rapidly vanishing worth on the meat market, and I laugh out loud, because by now the feminazi skank ho wimminz reveal their true demonic nature and pour vile hatred upon the younger, fresher, and more pleasant sounding competition.

What I find fascinating here is that even if this young flesh only 5% believes the script she is reading to me, I have to do nothing, economic events alone will serve to make that script ever more credible to her, which will ensure her sustained and if anything increased effort, it is almost delicious enough to start taking long term bets on.

I mention the bets because the REASON men always tried to make marriages work for their families was the sheer amount of effort that men put into said families, and the REASON the wimminz were so quick to throw the man under the wheels of the nearest Family Court or Police Cell was because they put no effort into it, all they had to do was turn up at the party.

Now if things are, as they seem to be, going the other way, if this young wimminz is the one making all the effort into having a relationship with a man 24 years older than her, while the man does sweet fuck all except turn up to the party, then we have what is known as a role reversal.

Of course what will trump being a 27 year old skank ho single mum with bastard kids and a newly learned 1950’s housewife attitude in say 2013, is being an 18 year old virgin with 1950’s housewife attitudes in 2013….

Were I to take said 27 year old skank mummy on, pump and pump instead of pump and dump, come 2013 she is going to have a full time job, on the one hand convincing me that “a bird in the hand” applies to her versus her competition, and argument that has some merit if she plays the “I saw the writing on the wall first, and I chose you first, to be my lord and protector” argument, and on the other hand against the less competitive skanks, who will offer harem status…. e.g. be lord and master of three of us.

Now, getting back to the older skanks, but the newer to the scene type mentioned above, they no longer have the young flesh or fertile wombs to offer, so they are getting in with an opening bid of submissive kinky sex, and literally stating that their advantage over their peers is that they still get horny and dripping wet at the drop of a hat, or their master’s command.

Meanwhile the “rode hard and put up wet” types seem to be splitting in to two camps, those for whom the anger at whatever finally bursts through, with the realisation that sex is now going to consist of smearing fish paste on their cunts for their cats to lick off, and those for whom the thousand yard stare and stunned oblivion is the response, you can insult the living fuck out of them and tell them to send any fuckable female friends they have your way, and their response is to call you a friend… I shit you not.

Meanwhile back in the real MSM world, expect a massive resurgence of shit like “You gotta have a J O B if you wanna be with me…. ain’t nothing goin on but the rent” (Gwen Guthrie) and such crap… but moreso, because the late 10’s and the early 20’s are going to make the 30’s look like the fucking 80’s.

Now in the seventies I was the bad boy biker with the cash and the flash and the connections, and more cunt than I knew what to do with, and in the eighties I was the rich foreigner with the cash and the flash and the connections, and more cunt than I knew what to do with, the nineties were nowhere near as good cunt wise, I got enough but can’t say I ever had more than I knew what to do with, the noughties frankly I pretty much pissed away and fucked up, I think I fucked a total of 5 wimminz including my FRA psycho skank ho ex, and two of those five were mother and daughter, now the ten’s are here I am back to bad boy, serious bad reputation (rapist wife beater) but being strictly honest about things fuck all money, fuck all flash, and few connections of note, yet I am rapidly getting back to more cunt than I can handle.

What is different is since my FRA I keep detailed electronic records, so I can tell you exactly how many wimminz I have fucked in any given time period, so far in 2011 I have pumped and pumped and pumped and eventually dumped 15, and pumped and dumped (anything from a handjob through a quickie in a parked car to an overnight, but never gone back for more) an astonishing 63… if you’d asked me to guess the number I would have shrugged and said “maybe 20” and not really thought about it.

What is different is the sheer fucking numbers of 35/40+ year old separated skank ho wimminz on the market, it is a fucking epidemic and you can’t attribute my conversion rate to “teh interwebs” and dating sites like PoF coming into existence, at best that probably counters the fact that I am now 51, going bald on top, stony broke and have some shit accusations following me around like a bad smell.

Plus I find myself wondering at the connection, because basically all these skanky ho’s on PoF in their 40’s have been on the pill for 25 years, and smearing themselves with chemicals externally for 25 years (hence the poor skin) and eating processed food for 25 years, and not fucking working physically for 25 years thanks to electronic household labour saving appliances.

Correlation is not causation, but there are a fuck lot of correlations, and now I am starting to wonder if the wheels coming off the wagons of the western economies and 27 year old skanks pursuing 51 year old Men is just another correlation, or maybe there is a connection there somewhere….. because if there is that long term bet I mentioned earlier gets even more interesting.

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October 21, 2011

It’s an education.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:51 am

Life, that is, and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

What I can tell you is this, 2012 will see my life moved to the point where I can video blog… I will be able to say a lot more about a lot more…

In the interim, let’s get back to the “school of hard knocks”, here are some of the course modules, you are either smart and ruthless enough to learn them, or you are not.

  1. Seeing your children killed in an accident is less painful and traumatic than having them abducted by your skank ho ex and the secret family court system and associated parasites, once a child is dead its suffering ends, which mitigates yours somewhat.
  2. Washing your hands of your children the INSTANT the secret family courts have become involved is the only way to ever be a free man again.
  3. Our “leaders“, whether they be politicians, senior businessmen, bankers, or judges, are all far less competent at their jobs than you are at your trade.
  4. All women are filthy lying whores.
  5. The secret to survival is to be free (see point #2 above) and “lightweight“, eg able to act and react and make major changes in your own life within 24 hours. Me Evil Penis (blog link on the right) was able to leave one country and move 2,000 miles to another…. “assets” can also be a ball and chain.
  6. If you are a white man in Europe, then genetically, physically and intellectually you have more in common with a crippled black man in Africa than you have in common with a white woman sat next to you.
  7. The people running countries, banks, armies and large corporations are much worse at their jobs than you are at your job… the average plumber with a string of leaks behind him and three attempts to fix each job is FAR more competent than these people… at least he eventually gets the fucking job done. Yes I know I said this at #3, but it is so profound and so important it bears repeating.
  8. Given “x” possible answers to a given question, the truth is almost invariably the most unpleasant one for you personally to stomach.
  9. There doesn’t have to be a “conspiracy” to put YOU on the food chain, all it takes is “rent seeking behaviour” and all that takes is an appropriate environmental niche.
  10. There is no Justice. Just Us.
  11. Only ever judge people by what they DO. Utterly ignore what they SAY or PROMISE.
  12. Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
  13. The greatest confidence tricks all involve convincing you that you have some skin in the game the confidence trickster is trying to sell you on. You don’t, the ONLY game you have skin in is survival of yourself.
  14. Cunt is worth precisely as much as a few squares of toilet roll. One is used to wipe your ass, the other is used to dump your cum… but toilet roll never made a False Rape Accusation against anyone.
  15. In life you do a lot of things alone, you suffer pain alone, you die alone, you stand alone in a family court, get used to this, and get used to the fact you can’t prevent anyone else from this fate either, not even your own kids.
  16. Let God sort ’em out… seriously, life is too fucking short to piss it away seeking revenge on those who are already punished best by being themselves… yeah, they spread their misery, see #13 and #15.
  17. Rust never sleeps.

IN ending this piece, I want to show you something… this follows on what I have been saying for months now about all the dumb fucks running things, the danger is not so much that they are dumb fucks, but that we have built a society based upon science and technology (quoting Sagan) that is ruled by those who are fucking clueless about science and technology, the field of IT alone means that financially everything is now interlinked in ways that were simply impossible in the days of the telex machine and punched card mainframe computer in banking.

A University of Zurich study ‘proves’ that a small group of companies – mainly banks – wields huge power over the global economy.

The study is the first to look at all 43,060 transnational corporations and the web of ownership between them – and created a ‘map’ of 1,318 companies at the heart of the global economy.

The study found that 147 companies formed a ‘super entity’ within this, controlling 40 per cent of its  wealth. All own part or all of one another. Most are banks – the top 20 includes Barclays and Goldman Sachs. But the close connections mean that the network could be vulnerable to collapse.

‘In effect, less than one per cent of the companies were able to control 40 per cent of the entire network,’ says James Glattfelder, a complex systems theorist at the Swiss Federal Institute in Zurich, who co-wrote the research, to be published in the journal PLoS One.

Some of the assumptions underlying the study have come in for criticism – such as the idea that ownership equates to control. But the Swiss researchers have no axe to grind: they simply applied mathematical models usually used to model natural systems to the world economy, using data from Orbis 2007, a database listing 37 million companies and investors.

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