Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

December 21, 2012

Giving a fuck.


Tis the season of goodwill and all that bollocks.

So naturally enough I start talking about relationshits and how people aren’t haaapy… I sometimes pull out the android smartphone and treat them to a rendition of It’ll be lonely this Christmas by Mud, fuck it, here you go.

Thing is, 2012 is a very different planet from as recently as 2002, a mere ten years ago.

In 2002 you could pretty much guarantee than no average 13 year old on up had 24/7 access to mobile comms, hell in 2002 not that many people had “broadband” at home, for values of broadband that meant 512/128 kbit ADSL, but they did have landline phones and post addresses for snail mail, that was pretty ubiquitious.

Fast forwards to late 2012 and I can get 5 mbit up and down on my android smartphone, uncapped, for less than 30 quid a month, and in addition to SMS and MMS messaging it monitors 5 separate email accounts and whatsapp and a couple of sex/dating accounts/sites.

I am accessible 24/7, and every wimminz of fuckable age in this country is accessible 24/7 because they are also carrying around smartphones.

If anyone wants anything, from train times to the weather to the car breakdown guy, they whip out the smartphone and 60 seconds later they are in contact.

It really is as simple as that, anyone can contact anyone else they want within 60 seconds.

Which means if you haven’t been contacted by that person, it’s because they don’t want to contact you right now… if they haven’t contacted you for 24 hours, then they haven’t wanted to contact you for 24 hours, if they haven’t contacted you for a week, then they haven’t wanted to contact you for a week…

The ONLY exceptions to this are those where you are given an advance warning, as in I’m going on holiday for two weeks starting tomorrow.Yahoo-mobile-modes-whitepaper-24_7-mobile-usage

So this guy’s girlfriend has an iphone with his number on it, a crackberry with his number on it, a laptop with his personal on it, and she has stayed over at his place and has a car so she knows where he is, in addition she knows who he works for and what his employers website is and that he can be contacted via this company website.

It don’t matter what she says when he is with her, if he don’t hear from her, not a peep, for 48 hours straight the only possible explanations are that she is dead, or she hasn’t wanted to contact him for 48 hours.

He’s rubbing his head with the palm of his hand, and asks me does this happen to me, do wimminz not contact me for hours or days at a time?

Fuck yeah, of COURSE they do, it is in their nature, which is why I don’t plan my life around the bitches, and more importantly, why I always keep a background search on for jane48, jane49, jane50 etc while I am “with” jane47, because sure as god made little green apples, jane47 is going to have periods where she doesn’t contact me, and the only possible reasons are I AM NOT A FUCKING PRIORITY TO HER.

Bitch can SAY anything she wants to deny that, the FACT is she probably looked at her smartphone at least once an hour, but did not take 15 seconds to send you an SMS saying “Hi babes missin’ u xxxxx“… that’s a fucking FACT Jack.

Fuck what she says or claims, what she DOES or DOES NOT DO trumps words and claims every fucking time.

But, he blubbers, she is supposed to be my GIRLFRIEND….

Fuck that, she is a fucking fuckbuddy, no strings attached.

Girlfriend is the conjunction of two words, Girl + Friend.

Neither of these words implies 24/7 joined at the hip ping pong “luv u hunni” texting, and while it is nice to think that while she does not have your cock in her, she is thinking about your cock and you, that ain’t the way wimminz work…..

out of sight, out of mind is a phrase that is tailor made to describe how wimminz minds work.

When the bitch wants something, she will be in touch, bet your ass on that one.

Which means you gotta be like the car breakdown guy, you can’t sit there 24/7 hoping your one potential customer will call…. you got to have a fucking customer base….

If the bitch phones the car breakdown guy, and he is already out on a call, well she can fucking join the queue…

September 11, 2012

Panhandling motherfuckers

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:44 am

It appears that Bill has the fucking begging bowl out again, less than 24 hours after the site crashed for 18 hours, and this is the niggerz who talks about the manosphere “growing up”… my hairy ass.

Contrast Bill with Plenty of Fish, also as it happens a website with one employee and owner.

But PoF gets >30 million hits PER DAY, 500,000 registered users logging in PER DAY, and it achieves this with just TWO web servers, THREE database servers, and the usual CD/akamai back-end for images etc.

It’s also free, like the spearhead.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I have been on the internet since long before there was a fucking internet, it was BBS‘s and fucking Fidonet, and amongst things back in the day I was a host, back when any individual could be, before it got corporate and crap and a race to the bottom offering unlimited everything for 2.99 a month.

I used to cater to all the special interest groups, initially at least, the warez groups, the hacking groups, the anti-spammer groups, you fucking name it, and I very soon learned my lesson.

For every believer who walked the walk and talked the talk in each group, there were a thousand wannabe mother-fuckers who just wanted to monetise and exploit it.

And so I drifted into web hosting when the WWW came of age, a very small pile of Cobalt RAQ2‘s that cost an appreciable portion of the value of the house they sat in, and a 2 mbit leased line that cost more than the fucking mortgage payments, and a UPS that weighed as much as a forklift that produced a staggering kilowatt (enough for all the raqs and my PC / laptop but not the big sony monitor) and ran off surplus deep cycle traction cells, and which cost as much as a small car.

And guess what, same old shit, a handful of believers who walked the walk, and for every one of them a thousand motherfuckers who just wanted to monetise everything some how, so they didn’t have to work for a fucking living.

Websites either sold something, goods or services, that paid for their upkeep, or they were “hobby” sites that were simply paid for by the owners, in the way that people pay for a monthly club membership.

The RAQ2 would in theory handle 200 domains/websites per box, all on 32 meg of EDO RAM and a 64 bit MIPS CPU with no heatsink, and a single soggy EIDE HD, this was JUST http calling static htm/html files, with the odd bit of cgi if you were leet… php/mysql didn’t exist.

In reality much past 100 domains/websites per box and things started to slow down.

And so it was, that one day I found that I had migrated all the wannabe panhandling motherfuckers to boxes #2, #3, #4 and #5, and all the “genuine” customers were on box#1

I talked later that day (no names and no pack drill, but if you were around back then you ABSOLUTELY knew this guy) to a guy who had been where I was with the BBS’s, and he said yeah, been there, done that, same shit, one hard core of real people, the rest a bunch of panhandling motherfuckers.

Box#1 had websites entirely coded in notepad, or later in Netscape/mosaic editor, and what they all had in common was while those domains might have http hyperlinks out;

  1. NONE of them contained, called or embedded anything not stored locally within that domain on the box
  2. NONE of them used frames
  3. NONE of them had any kind of advertising whatsoever, for anything not intrinsic to the domain itself.

By contrast, everything on the other 4 boxes started calling banner ads, animated gifs, external links, embedding external content, bloated http code, bloated images, then frames, interstitials, you name it, all of which didn’t just hit the boxes hard, it hit the router and backbone connection hard too… all panhandling motherfuckers trying to make money by nickel and diming world & dog & me.

Literally within a week I shut down 4 boxes, there wasn’t an ebay so I ended up keeping them, and selling them on privately to new ISPs etc, and returned to 1 box of genuine users.

Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth, but my workload went from 18 hours a day to an hour or less a day, and bandwidth went from saturating the 2mbit line to fitting within 128k, and nothing of value was lost to the internet.

You wanna run a website, shut the fuck up and open your wallet, or sell some product or service on the website and shut the fuck up and open your wallet.

Do ANYTHING else, and I will suspect you of being a panhandling motherfucker, and chances are I am right, and for all his talk about the manosphere growing up and men’s this and men’s that, I gotta tell ya;

  1. a MAN can’t be a panhandling motherfucker
  2. a MAN doesn’t put the begging bowl out
  3. a MAN doesn’t act like a whiny little bitch and plead poverty
  4. a MAN doesn’t expect to be paid to do something he wanted to do

Asking for money to run a poxy website (eg server / hosting / domain package) that you REPEATEDLY prove you can’t keep up…. BOGUS motherfucker, totally bogus.

Tank of motherfucking gas a year.

Asking for money so you can sit on your ass and fucking WRITE, nothing less fucking manly on the planet… if it’s in you, write to get it out, if you the one in a billion that is the next Plato you’ll get some respect in the afterlife, but you still need a fucking day job.

Telling it like it is with injustices is something a man does, always at a personal cost, it ain’t a fucking JOB or source of revenue.

 

September 10, 2012

Fucked up the ass


You ever wonder why the story about the emperor with no clothes features a little boy who tells it like it is?

Because if an adult man had said it he would have been fucked up the ass by the FBI, CIA, FAA, BATF, you name it, and the emperor would have continued to walk around bollock naked.

He starts talking at 2:18, and he talks about taking it up the ass from the TLA’s for mentioning the emperors bollocks being in view at 14:00

If you think about it, hardly a week passes without someone claiming that the emperor has no clothes in a very public way, but unshielded by hundreds of millions in the bank, we find ourselves informed by the mainstream media that this person is actually a raghead terrorist paedophile deadbeat dad pimp drug pusher selling videos of himself doing something unspeakably sick and evil.

And yet, yet you never, ever, ever hear or see or read anything about the high profile movers and shapers and leaders fucking “chickens” (well hung underage boys) up the ass or snorting coke off the flesh or pre-pubescent girls or owning a 15% stake in a landmine factory.

Pure coincidence of course.

I guess it is also pure coincidence that The Spearhead has been offline for 18 hours and counting, first with a database error and now just not resolving / responding to http requests… I mean, it is sooooo fucking hard to FTP up an “index.htm” file written in notepad saying “oops I borked the database” or whatever, not that there is even any excuse for that, given the level of donations and ad revenue involved, the bitch could have easily funded a round robin DNS and site mirror on a geographically separate server for a 100 bucks per year….

Nor when you consider that many very smart and technically savvy people (myself included) always offered free advice or help every time Bill talked about his technical difficulties, none of which were ever taken up.

I guess new poon is even more time consuming that ex-poon taking you and your kids to the cleaners in secret family court, because while that was going on he managed better uptime…

Hell I can introduce you to guys who are using nothing more than good quality regular hosting packages coming in at under 100 bucks a year all in who are running fairly significant e-commerce operations, and by fairly significant I mean detached house, regular foreign travel, 4 cars and a boat in the driveway, the odd hooker, employees, the works.

And you could put a .44 through their server hard disk and broadband + and FTP client like Filezilla and 10 minutes later they have upped the server website “www” directory image, and 5 minutes after that phpmyadmin and imported the .sql file and they are back up and running…. this is WORST FUCKING CASE SCENARIO

But hey, all those subscriptions, and this is Bill talking about the fucking manosphere “growing up”… yeah, a grown up with some new poon (no doubt serenaded by all those subs monies) who can’t even keep a fucking website up.

You couldn’t make this shit up.

Nor could you make up the shit about the new European Stability Mechanism (QE99 bailout for the banks and wall street) as reported here

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my day to day life is still overflowing with red pill goodness… and endless supply of sluts only genuinely happy when told to their faces that they have to earn the honour of being my 100% obedient cumbucket slut rimming machine, these being the same chicks who kicked their husband to the kerb a year ago for daring to suggest she take it up the ass one time…

Mind ewe, there are some crazy fuckers out there, probably created when the little woman refused to take it up the ass and instead kicked them to the kerb so they could rim me every night, and this is anecdotal stuff and who would believe anything a wimminz says…

but….

I have to laugh out loud real fucking hard when skank ho’s tell me I am the nice guy, and proceed to tell me about the last guy they met off PoF, who when they turned up at his place whips out a car battery and jump leads to attach to her nipples….  the force is strong in this one…

Jack Donovan is right (I have ALWAYS paid attention to fags on the subject of men) when he says that there is no connection between being a fag, and being a limp wristed queen, any more than dipping your wick into some poon makes you a manly man, arguably losing some poon and his kids made Bill man up, and getting some new poon made him wimp up again.

Dumping a man who has done the 9-to-5 for fucking years to put a roof over your head and feed and clothe you, while refusing him all sorts of kinky sex, then offering all that kinky sex for free on a fucking plate to a guy like me (and trust me, ALL these dumped men work this out sooner or later) and do you really have to ask who made Mr Jump Leads?

Course, if Mr Jump Leads had been a real fucking man it would be 24 volt truck battery and proper commercial grade leads, not some wimpy little thing out of a mini…

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