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September 3, 2013

Despicable me

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:54 pm

It is a thing few men grasp, and no wimminz will admit, and that thing is just how much they despise themselves.

Wimminz *know* their shit is self destructive, but unless you come along and wescue da pwincess, at gunpoint, against her will, then clearly you don’t care about her enough, and she will continue to drink battery acid, and either way, it’s all your fucking fault.

There is an old argument about nurture vs nature, but like so many things it like it doesn’t have to be either, it can be both.

You can have a pre-disposition to get lung cancer, and you can live in an environment that has lots of things that are carcinogenic.

The presence of both of these does not mean YOU as an individual is guaranteed to get cancer.

The absence of both of these does not mean YOU as an individual is guaranteed to not get cancer.

It’s a fucking lottery, some things make the odds longer, some make the odds shorter, but part of the game is you can never know your own odds.

Having said that, there are things you can take about 10,000 steps back from, climb a hill, look down from a different perspective at statistically significant numbers, and start seeing real trends.

I saw one (trend) when the iphone came out, a wimminz friendly feature phone that got the internet, suddenly wimminz had a portable cock finding tool, and hooking up with random wimminz for sex got dramatically easier.

Like the cancer shtick, you can’t pick an individual wimminz with an iphone and say for a fact she is using it to find cock, but, statistically speaking, you’d be a fool to bet otherwise.

Change the environment, change the behaviour…. sure, there has to be some pre-disposition, but the fool argues over nurture vs nature, the wise man simply observes and accepts.

Add sex / dating / swinging / fucking sites to the internet, you change the environment, and so you change the behaviour.

Add no fault divorce and award of the kids / house / car / alimony to the wimminz, you change the environment, you change the behaviour.

“Where have all the good men gone?”

Same place all the mammoths and dinosaurs went, environmental change / hunting to extinction / global warming / asteroid impact / choose your poison, doesn’t matter what is on the label, if it changes the environment that’s all there is.

When I was a young man in my twenties, it was only types like itinerant carpenters and carnies and spivs who would fuck borderline legal or not legal yet girls, and sit there with a shit eating grin when anyone said anything about cradle snatchers.

Nowadays I see whole rafts of niggerz, and wimminz, on fucking sites targeting skank ho single mommies with young teen kids, and yes folks, it is for the purpose of fucking said teen kids…. that shit has got a *lot* more common, despite the fact that the laws against it and punishments for it have apparently gotten much stiffer.

The reasons I have heard for this behaviour are new, 30 years ago it was “because they are too young to know I am a pervert, I tell em all women take it up the ass“… nowadays it is “because she is less of a cunt than her mother, so far…“

But when you change the environment and start dressing pre-pubescent girls in hooker garb, and shame everything that was anything of “traditional” male-hood, then what you got left is mini skank ho’s in training and no good men left.

Give a skank ho single mommy (and by definition, unless she is a fucking widow woman, she is a skank ho single mommy) a boy child and she will turn him into a mini beta niggerz, give her a girl child and she will turn her into a mini skank ho.

There are NO exceptions to this, there might be as individuals, but statistically speaking AWALT, so you’re a cunt if you think you will ever meet one.

I have had deep meaningful and honest talks, one on one, with *many* wimminz, all of whom agree privately with me 100% that they are on a self destructive terminal slide into the gutter, and every single one of them will have some crack ho type bullshit excuse for why they can’t quit the self harming behaviour.

Captain save a ho doesn’t realise the depths of depravity and despicable acts that she has already sunk to, she *knows* nobody worth a fuck would give a flying fuck about her, so anyone who professes to is truly suspicious, or stupid… same think to skank ho’s

Two numbers, A and B

A is the average number of men the average wimminz claims to have fucked, when speaking to a new man.

B is the number of these average skank ho single mommies who have made it clear to me that if I want to get all kinky with their pre-pubescent daughters, that is OK with them. (to be clear this is kerb time)

A is of course a lie, and low balled. You’ll often hear shit like 12 or 15, often less, it is a complete crock of shit of course, but nevertheless, A is what they claim, usually.

B is not a lie, it is direct personal experience.

B is not zero

B is not, from memory, double digits, it could be, but this is outright offers made to a man who was clearly already walking, in order to keep him / entice him to stay, god alone knows what it would have been if I was the pro-active one.

When I have these deep meaningful talks mano-a-mano with these wimminz, if they have boy kids I say that simp is gonna move out and never come back as soon as he can, and they look at me like I cooked and ate their pet hamster, but you can see all over their face they see the truth in my prediction….. and if they have a girl child I ask them when they are going to pimp her out, and they look like I wrapped their pet hamster in cling-film (so it didn’t burst) and fucked it to death, before cooking and eating it, but you can see all over their face they don’t wanna get into that with me, cos they know they are raising a mini slut… skank monkey see, skank monkey do.

Which brings us right back to the beginning, and the subject in question.

Because of the ever present blue pill wish in 100% of all men that they had found “the one” and lived happily ever after.

You don’t find penguins in the Sahara.

You *used* to be able to find hippos in the River Thames, but, you know, the environment changed, the glaciers moved, now you just find condoms and turds.

Thinking otherwise is like coming from a long line of men who died of lung cancer, and having an 80 a day habit, and sparking up another one off the embers of the last.

This bitch you just met, you just don’t know enough about her yet, the only important fact is she lives in the same fucking environment as all the other lying skank ho sluts, do you feel lucky, punk, well do ya?

 

February 16, 2013

Show me something new, for fuck’s sake

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:45 pm

Depending where you go, you will get a lot of shit about fucking lots of different wimminz, just a PUA loser blah blah blah….

In a not too dissimilar vein, a guy who has worked 10 jobs a year for the last 10 years knows a damn sight more about companies and employment and hiring and so on than the guy who has worked one job.

If there is one thing banging lots of chicks teaches you it is that the range of their bullshit is as limited and unimaginative as the range of the HR departments in the 100 different companies in the other example above… cookie cutter bullshit.shit

No pwintheth, your cwithith ithn’t sthpethial just because it features you in the starring role.

Nor is it new, different, interesting, entertaining, cute, sexy, sassy or anything else.

There was a bar I knew years ago, I once ever had a drink there, just to be the only customer, I used to drink next door, which was packed to the rafters, the first place used to open at 10 am and close at 3 am, so open for 17 hours straight 7 days a week.

They played Fawlty Towers, non stop, back to back, nothing else, so while I quite liked Fawlty, you have to remember they only ever made twelve episodes, each running about half an hour… so about seven hours of programming, on a loop, 17 hours a day, 119 hours a week, I subconsciously learned more Fawlty script sitting next-door in the busy bar than I ever did actually watching the shit or re-reruns on telly.

Sit me down today and put Fawlty on and it leaves me stone cold dead, bored fucking shitless, yo had better be PAYING my fucking ass a per hour rate to sit here and watch this shit, and it better be a lot, and fuck it I don’t need the money kthxbye

Yeah I know pwinthethth, you think your shit and your drama and your ass is all new, it ain’t, it’s just another tired old re-run, heard it all before, seen it all before, trust me I wish you did have some new shit to pull, I might stick around just to see it, out of novelty value.

But no, it is the same old same old.

And *****THAT***** is why, when you decide that you are worth more than I am interested in giving you or taking from you, your passing bothers me just exactly about as much as the fact that I am not sat outside that bar listening to fucking fawlty fucking towers re-runs all day long.

Bitches complain that guys pester them and just won’t leave them alone and all that jazz, but when you actually do do the KTHXBYE and move on and never contact them again, what happens is they go through a whole range of entitled princess shit, waiting for you to text, can’t believe he ain’t gonna text, fuck me he really ain’t gonna text, god-DAMN he really really isn’t gonna text, and now I have left it waaaay to late to text him cos he’ll know etc etc etc

Meanwhile back in the real world of my life all the drama is as unique an interesting as the dialogue in Fawlty.. “is no rat, is hamster”  ha-fucking-ha

No bitch, when I ask you what YOU have to offer ME, fawlty re-runs starring you as Sybil don’t cut it, but it’s all avoidance and same old same old subterfuge, because when it comes right down to it, and the question becomes what do YOU have to offer ME bitch, that’s the question they don’t want to acknowledge, because that particular piggy bank is quite empty, and always has been.

At that point they may try and emulate the little boy in the sweet shop with no money, all cute and maybe the shopkeeper will take pity, but what they are is the penniless hobo trying to gain admission to a good restaurant, it ain’t pretty.

One of my common refrains to wimminz who try to get a little close is “I will not accept less than you have previously given away for free” which is all very nice and logical, but it is very tough, because it is only a few very short steps from nice young virgin, to has had a cock in every hole at least once, to has had two, and before you know it there is fuck all new to offer me, and you sure as fucking shit better not even THINK about offering me less, because that is a personal insult, because that rates me a lower than these guys you gave it away for free to, and where are they now bitch?

Again, a common feature of all these scenarios is when the penny starts dropping miss motormouth bitch who could talk for hours without pausing or drawing breath suddenly sees words like she is shitting cactus plants, the smaller the better, the fewer the better.

you get 4 and 5 word sentences, and short words, not many letters, not many syllables.

yeah, you can walk away, but it bothers me as much as the penniless hobo who didn’t get in to my restaurant, I’m going to miss you as much as the turd I flushed down to the coast yesterday.

Welcome to the brave new world, where there is no more play before pay, where there is no more liar loan self certification, or promises to pay that are never cashed in.

In this brave new world we cut out all the shit before you even get to sit down at the negotiating table, because my business model isn’t hurt one iota if nobody ever sits at that negotiating table.

Universally, if they ever get to this point, wimminz will all say the same thing, they will say “WHAT DO YOU WANNA HEAR?” well bitch, I don’t wanna HEAR shit, I wanna SEE shit, we are so far beyond talk…. some, will be self aware enough to know they have nothing of value to offer you, and will struggle with that concept.

But get this, this is still the negotiation table, ALL we do at this table is negotiate, there is no guarantee of any kind of deal or sale, all we have been doing to date is ensuring that the two people sat at the negotiating table are dealing honestly, and whether or not a deal is done, no hard feelings either way.

What, the wimminz cry, MORE fucking hoops to jump through… so don’t jump bitch, walk your skanky ass outta here.

The kind of guy we are describing here… he is the fucking anti-christ to feminazis… so think of it like being mosquito repellent, and the mosquitoes trying the shaming language, dude, if you weren’t so smelly and dirty you’d be sooooooo much more attractive to us.

Just because something got through the mosquito repellent doesn’t mean you want it on your skin, but, and this is an important but, almost 99.999% of those things that you would not mind at all being on your skin will be repelled by a guy they see associating with mosquitoes.

Fucking fat skanky hoes is like riding a Honda 90, it’s better than walking but no other fucker ever better see you do it…. if you ever do it in public the hotter wimminz will avoid you like the fucking plague you are.

I’m not saying any of these bitches are prize material, but at least you can sit down at the negotiating table with them, which is more than you can say for mosquitoes…

It isn’t new, but it isn’t as old and tired as the same old same old re-run dreck all the other wimminz come out with, and brothers just because you can make this classification / separation, don’t even go anywhere near thinking you are on track to the elusive NAWALT filter…. it doesn’t fucking exist.

It isn’t new, but it does give you time to get on with your life, and not spend it swatting mossies, or worse still thinking they are butterflies and chasing after them with a net…

It isn’t new, but at least you can go to sleep at night knowing you haven’t played a part in maintaining the entitlement pwinthethth  syndrome out there is la-la-land, which they hilariously call real life…

It isn’t new, but it does give you the time and patience to flick through some other wimminz channels, and see some other re-runs, some of which you have only seen a few times, perhaps few enough you have nothing better to do that watch this one once more, hell, it keeps your balls drained and your status in the world reaffirmed, that’s a good thing.

November 8, 2012

Female intelligence

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:49 pm

Wimminz, in some areas, aren’t dumb.

Wimminz, in some areas, are as sharp as a fucking pin.

One of these areas is their so called inferiority complex, I say so called because the reality on the ground is 99% of wimminz know for a fact they are inferior to 99% of men, and everything else is just dancing around how you and her deal with that fact, do you let her pretend it ain’t so, do you take it for granted, do you etc etc etc

In fact, 99.9% of shit tests and wimminz advantages are based on this, the perceived relative weakness of the wimminz is why the man opens the door and carries the fucking bags, not because the bitches can’t do that stuff, but because they can’t do it as WELL, and this inferiority is somehow twisted into advantage for them.

The stereotypical joke about a man stood by the open bonnet of a car needs some duct tape and a jubilee clip to fix a punctured radiator hose, a wimminz stood by the open bonnet of a car needs some double D’s and a showing cleavage to fix same…

The “weakness” has been turned to their advantage…

Of course while Marriage 1.0 was still the main deal on the menu it didn’t cost men anything to do a John Wayne and ride in and help the little lady change her flat, after all, some other white knight would do the same for his bitch.

But to class this inferiority as a weakness was a master stroke of first wave feminazism, back in the 1800’s, all that shit about the fairer sex and all.

I’ve got a mate, or rather, I had a mate, he’s dead now, but when he was alive we will call him Eddie.

Eddie was naturally a big motherfucker, and then he started doing hard physical labour and spending leisure time in the gym… by the mid eighties Eddie is doing “reps” with the *full* Olympic set of weights on the bar, 34.5 stone, or 483 lbs, or 220 Kg, and this fucker is doing reps with it.

Eddie could pick up a 40 foot STEEL scaffold pole, hold it vertically above his head, and look up through the middle, this is one of those things that actually doesn’t *sound* that fucking impressive, until you try it, and then talk to a scaffolder, and watch their eyebrows rise in extreme scepticism…

Bruce Lee was a kick-ass mofo, but bare handed and bare footed he just didn’t have the foot/pounds available to hurt an Eddie, or a mountain bear, just enough to piss them off, and once you got inside Eddie’s reach you got broken, literally.

Shades of a previous tale about the digital age and how things aren’t the same as they used to be back in the analogue age, when none of this shit was recorded.

Physically, in every department except the cock, which basically he didn’t care about, Eddie was superior to me, and I was inferior to him.

Eddie didn’t have a problem with this, I didn’t have a problem with this.

Eddie is now dead, so I am physically superior to him in every way, I doubt Eddie would have had a problem with this, I certainly don’t.

There was a time or two when I wanted to take advantage of Eddie’s superior physical ability, those times I paid him, not necessarily cash money, but he got something for it.

There was a time or two when Eddie wanted to take advantage of my superior technical ability, those times he paid me, not necessarily cash money, but I got something out of it.

I wasn’t born with a cunt, so I wasn’t able to mask my inferiority as a weakness and get Eddie to play for free, fact is Eddie being Eddie even if I had a cunt it wouldn’t have worked.

Wimminz however KNOW they are inferior to men as a whole.

Do not EVER fucking doubt this, this is as obvious to them as it was obvious to me, standing next to man mountain Eddie, looking straight at his nipple, his arms thicker than my legs, and every ounce of that muscle able to do reps or repetitive work, that I was inferior to him.

However wimminz also know that not only are they generally inferior to men physically, they are also inferior mentally, men can work shit out and plan shit out and arrange long term goals and think 15 moves ahead, generally speaking, wimminz can’t, generally speaking.

Wimminz however are superior to men generally when it comes to emotions, a wimminz can fall deeply in love, fall completely out of love, and get over the loss of a child, all in less time than it takes a man to fall in love…. and I’m not talking that love at first sight infatuation / lust crap, I am talking BONDING, where you KNOW your girl doesn’t have great tits, but you don’t care… because they are HER tits and that makes them better than anyone else’s tits.

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“You need to carry these four 10 kg bags of groceries from the car to the house because I am inferior!”

“Make four trips bitch.”

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“You need to carry these bags because you are a big strong man and I am just a poor widdle weak pwincess”

“Sure baby, stand aside”

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That’s the difference between marketing something as what it is, an inferiority, and what it isn’t, a weakness.

I was physically inferior to Eddie in many ways, but I wasn’t weak, in fact the fact that I am still here and he is pushing up daisies is testament to me being stronger than him in many ways.

In fact, if we get right down to it, wimminz have two purposes;

  1. to get pregnant and give birth
  2. to raise that child to adulthood

As we can see from stories such as this that in fact a wimminz with the mental age of six can fulfil item one perfectly well… which leaves us with item two….

Well, nobody has to look very far to see that the wimminz ain’t doing so good at item two either.

It’s almost like, I dunno, some crazy way out there idea like evolution designed wimminz so that they could not do the one thing they were put on this planet to do, with any level of adequacy, without being owned and controlled by a man…..   freaky…

Of course, the wimminz are all intelligent enough to feel in their bones that this is true, a wimminz needs a man like a fish needs water… Sodium makes a crap salt without Chlorine, Chlorine makes a crap salt without Sodium.

But the sex war is the real Orwellian them vs us, divide and conquer, and like the war on terror or the war or drugs or the war on anything, you only have to convince one side that the other is out ta get ya….

The sex war trumps the race war, the poverty war, the economy war, the political war.

I warned y’all who would listen 5 years ago that Obama was nothing more than a black Tony Blair, a bought and paid for quisling with no morals of his own, and now he has been re-fucking-elected (not that the other guy was any better, all the real game changers are weeded out in the selection process) in what was, guess was, a sex war.

October 21, 2012

oh the gift that god would gi’ us

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:23 pm

to see ourselves as others see us.

To 99% of the population this would not be a gift, but the very worst curse, undoing the very thing they spend most of their lives doing, trying to get others to see us as we think we should be seen.

My name is Clint Thigh and you may now form an orderly queue to kiss my ass.

Take the image on the right, a well used and totally bladdered ass and cunt, so what the fuck is the point in the slut false nails, which in any event are a huge turn off for me, how is a fucking manicure or a $200 hairstyle going to help?

What does SHE think we see when we look at this, or does she give a fuck as long as someone buys the video, or her current boyfriend is saving all that money on gloves for the winter…

But Burns wasn’t just talking about vision and sight, he was talking about perception and worth, so we have a situation like the slut above, and the way she is trying to get us to see her, and what we see when we look at her, and us.

If you look at that critically it is PersonA <> Filter <> Filter <> PersonB, so the only shit that makes the journey from one side to the other is stuff that just passed through two sets of filters.

If PersonA is Barry Manilow and PersonB is founder member of the Barry Manilow Fan Club then those two filters aren’t very challenging, which doesn’t mean they do no filter like a motherfucker, it just means both filters are pretty similar in what they will pass.

If we make PersonB Charles Bronson (no, not that one, this one) we may then make quite different assumptions, and we may be completely wrong, because our assumptions are, you guessed it, based on the filtered and pre-conceived impression we have already made.

Problems and hurt feelings usually ensue about 2 nanoseconds after PersonB fails to perceive PersonA in a way that PersonA would wish for.

One of the thing you learn when you start playing with dating sites is that a long and detailed personal profile vs a short and sweet personal profile just means you attract a different set of people, all of whom make a set of snap judgements of you, all of which say more about them than they do about you.

The real you? Nobody gives a fuck, they’d much rather you bought into their vision of themselves, and that tends to go one of two ways too… you tend to agree with their self perception of themselves and they dump your ass as boring and compliant, you disagree with their self perception and they dump your ass as creepy and nasty…. what they are looking for are opportunities to reinforce their own opinion of themselves, the gallant lady in distress needs a knight on a white charger, just long enough for her friends to notice the attention and status….

MGTOW? It isn’t the rejection of the company of others on life’s journey, it is the rejection of the illusion of the company of others, and the acceptance of the reality that we all are alone when it comes down to it and the rubber meets the road.

We are wandering nomads, some strangers are to be avoided, some you can talk to, some you can trade with, some you can fuck, some you should rob, some you should kill, some you should help, some you should save, but only ever because you want to, because of your filters, never ever ever because they want to, or for their filters.

There is nothing more futile or less noble than the temporary adulation or praise of the others, like ships that pass in the night, no matter how wonderful and exhilarating it was, soon enough it will be a receding glow and soon after that just another point in the blackness, never to be seen again.

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October 16, 2012

Not this shit again.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:20 pm

You know the feeling, it doesn’t matter how bored shitless you are, you just cannot bring yourself to watch another cookie cutter star trek episode, or another walking dead, or another lost, or another any fucking thing.

Sitting there and watching a candle flicker is more interesting and relaxing.

I was entreated to go through my old bookmark.html files, created when I make my regular backups, going back over a decade and to click every single link.

Hey, WTF happened to geocities? lmao

server not found, server not found, server not found, ooh, it’s still there, server not found..

Some of them, simply because it has been so long, and also because they aren’t actually trying to tell me or sell me anything, are a pleasant nostalgic revisit..

Turn your speakers and sub-woofers up and feast on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4MjC1Ywofg for example, some of them are stuck in amber, and some of them, well WTF happened here, and then there are the rest.

The rest are like soap operas, you can walk away for 5 years and walk back and sit down and within 10 seconds get exactly what is going on, which is why I don’t watch soap operas, or anything by star trek or lost or walking dead or dexter or csi or bones or storage wars or pretty much anything else.

Usually ten minutes into episode one I see it is just a re branded version of something else that is old and lame, and cancel play and delete, sometimes, just sometimes, it is fresh enough I watch the next episode, or maybe the one after that too, before I realise they just used all the fresh and new that they had in stock, and the rest of this series and the next three series are going to be indistinguishable.

Blogs are particularly susceptible to this, the need to create a new article every day, or 5 a week, or 5000 new words a week, or 50 new adwords a week, you don’t have to ask when you get there, you got there ages ago.

Then you get people who are quite interesting, but within a few minutes your realise that while their experience as a toll booth operator gave them enough material to be interesting as all get out for 5 minutes exactly, at 5 minutes and 1 second they start repeating themselves, because they have done nothing else in their life, they are a toll booth operator, mostly boring, and you just got all the highlights, from here on in it is all downhill.

I used to know this guy, you would know his name, axe player in a very well known band, lots of shit he could pretend was only temporary, but a 90 date tour cooped up with the same bunch of cunts and roadies and dealers and groupies and hangers on, doing basically the same session over and over, that was the hard times at the rock face / well head for him, and like a mantra running through his head as long as he could  was “think of the fucking money” which was the only way he got through it every time, until he didn’t any more.

Whatever the dreams of rock and roll, by the time one album has gone gold you look at their eyes and all the guys and gals on stage strutting their stuff are about as into the gig as the duty proctologist down at city hospital, everyone else is just another boring asshole.

1080p is a pure bitch for this, not that the first Matrix film was all that good, but at least it was fresh, watch a full quality 1080p stream of the second matrix film and all you can see is the uncanny valley, CGI Agent Smith‘s and CGI Neo and CGI pretty much fucking everything else akshully, and whatever interest there was in watching the film just dried up… but then there was a film all about this… Simone…. amusingly it bombed, despite being orders of magnitude better than the matrix turdology.

And so for whatever reasons I started this little bookmark thing out, I have progressed to the point where my own little psycho skank ho decided to play the FRA card on my ass and my browsing and bookmark history took a turn for the more macabre and grim, I expect you see the same thing with people who have been diagnosed with cancer etc.

At that point things start to get a little like a diary, a little like scar tissue.

Scar tissue is fun, I can show you a small white mark on my leg, you probably wouldn’t even notice it unless I pointed it out to you, and even then, it is just a small white scar to you, or anyone else.

To me, it takes me right back, SWAPO (back when they were toting, not voting), tsetse fly, bilharzia, and a piece of barbed wire that just tore a gash in my leg, that was me, the same person, but not the same person, because I have done so much since then, gone so many places, talked to so many people…

… and that’s when you get THAT feeling, that realisation that while you may still be 16 inside, in some ways you are also 60 and in some ways 600, and THAT is what you didn’t have when you were 16… the older skin not so much, the inner 60 year old and inner 600 year old,that’s what you lacked at 16, that’s why you bought so much bullshit and wasted time listening to and hanging with assholes.

As a being, as a creature, I have evolved and grown… my life cannot be stripped of everything merely mundane and compressed into 300 seconds of anecdotes about weird and funny shit that happens to toll booth clerks.

Despite the lack of any plan, and often of any apparent guiding intelligence, and often contrary to all expectations, I have managed thus far to live and varied and interesting life, in the way that a varied and interesting diet is essential to good nutrition and a varied and interesting education is essential to a good intellect…

And so I go through the bookmarks, and I find that while I have, as usual, grown and changed and evolved since first coming across those MRA websites, many of the website owners and operators have been stuck in amber.

I am fucking loath to say it, but someone ought to, if only so that the idea can be analysed and reduced and dismissed, and naming no names, but some of these fucking MRA guys and their blogs, they are like the toll booth guy, if it wasn’t for their wife / girlfriend / judge / boys in blue giving them a kicking, NOTHING notable would ever have happened in their life…

Everything else is just a fucking repeat / re-run.

And I think this may be WHY there is in fact no such thing as an MRM, and those who got red pilled in the 80/70/60’s whenever see the MRM itself and nothing but a re-run, albeit with occasional interesting new bits of technology like the intertubez.

You can either let that cut on your leg heal and scar over, and forget about it apart from the rare occasions you notice it…. or you can sit there and pick at the fucker all day long and make sure it never heals.

I got a “friend”, more of a loose acquaintance really, so we get talking and it turns out they have a project bike, that has been going nowhere, no tools, no skills, no abilities, but they are willing to devote time and effort to the job, if only they knew how and where to start.

So hey, I have a “hobby” home workshop, every tool you can think of short of actual crank grinding / line boring, we can do this, I provide the expertise, my only rule is my workshop doesn’t become a dumping ground for your abandoned projects, or “your” project is going to end up in the skip and a big fuck you.

They are as keen as fuck and take notes and make plans, and much discussion and planning ensues.

And then I don’t hear from them for a week, then two, because when push comes to shove….. fact is if they got in touch now my response is that it was a limited time offer that has now closed, permanently…. that person will never get another first opportunity to make a bad impression on me.

I don’t care what, if anything, ever happens to their project, and I’m left the same way about 95% of the MRA sites out there, I don’t care what happens to their kids / fight against authoritah / whatever, not because of the project / cause in question, but because of THEM.

I have heard everything of interest that you will ever have to say.

When you decided to be dead men walking by not learning and growing and healing through your trials and tribulations, when you decided to defy reality (NAWALT), when you were offered the Red Shirt, and instead of telling them to stick the whole show you took it, because to you a bit part is better than no part, you became toll booth anecdote guy, and your 300 seconds are up.

“Game over man”

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August 26, 2012

Jurassic Instinct

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:22 pm

 

Fact is, you CAN tell, but like the assholes in a horror film, you just ignore that instinctive feeling most of the time.

When you get to be a jaded pump and dump asshole like me, you don’t ignore that feeling so much as not give a shit one way or another.

That feeling being “she ain’t gonna call / don’t want to fuck me no more“

It’s not rejection, it’s progress, and the secret is to make getting in the club so personally effortless that when management ask you to leave you could not care less.

Let’s face it, when you go from initial message on PoF to fucking the slut to leaving in 12 hours you haven’t lost anything of value.

So there I am, for whatever reason, watching Jurassic Park 1 last night, the power is cut, T Rex breaks through the fence, the girl turns on the torch, attracts barney the dino dildo’s  attention and starts screaming, it cuts back to the two guys in the other vehicle and I am all MSTK on that shit

“Fuck em, we sit here nice and quiet while barney munches on spoilt brat”

But oh no, mangina men must wescue pwincess, and of course she starts screaming again, I mean, she isn’t even old enough to fuck, just throw the bitch to the wolves and GTFO.

I dunno, take away mangina white knightism and you don’t have a film any more, a few dino’s get out, fat boy gets eaten, and the men get out unscathed.

We can say “don’t go into the haunted house asshole” and no problem, but for some reason we are not allowed to say “let the stupid bitch die” I mean WTF?

Instinct tells me to let the stupid bitch die… “what? You want me to fight a horde of dinosaurs and alien invaders, get shot to shit, and my “prize” is I get to fuck you?… well… fuck you…. cya”

Instinct is RIGHT motherfucker.

I have been in and seen some weird shit, and I was always the snake eyed motherfucker who sat as still as a statue while barney the dino rogered everything that moved with his giant butt plug, and it was me the wimminz sidled up to with dripping cunts, not Bruce Willis.

Fuck, I can even remember one time a Willis character asking me to get his darling hot wife safe and outta there, cos he knew I would make it, and so did she, and let me tell you there was an entire Chekhov play in the glances that passed between all three of us, we all knew I was going to fuck all her holes, and the asshole thanks me for taking care of the love of his life….

Love, I have no fucking idea what that is, if I had to point at something and say it is love I’d have to point at what I feel for my male progeny, but there is pride and camaraderie and pack and tribe loyalty there too.

Love from a wimminz, it’s just a fucking word, it has no utility for me.

Absolute fucking worship from a wimminz, yeah, that I have some use for, and again the Willis character was not worshipped either by the wife character in the films or the daughter character.

While AWALT, finding a wimminz who will worship the ground you walk on is doable, you just gotta watch real close for that worship to start waning, which it will do the instant you stop saying “lick my ring clean bitch” and start acting like Willis or asking some asshole like me to save a ho from barney the butt plug dino…

As we head into more troubled waters socio-econo-politically, you might want to consider starting work now on your casting couch characterisation of yourself, you wanna be Willis, or you wanna be that ends the film (or rather your participation in it) act 1 scene 1 by saying “fuckem” and letting barney do what ever he likes with his butt plug to every single attention whore that skweems her widdle pwincess skweem and points a torch at him, and every niggerz that leaps to her defence.

Maybe it’s time to let the old reptilian hind brain out to play now and again

 

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May 4, 2012

Codename “Bitch”

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 7:58 pm

In a recent post in a recent thread over at The Spearhead (link on right) poster “Lara” had this to say;

Men should be content to have one nice looking, pleasant personality woman in their lives. If they are really alpha maybe they can bump that up to one or two more. I don’t like this idea that they always need something new.

Well thanks for that Lara, and fuck you very much.

But this is worth dissecting, because wimminz often unwittingly say what they mean, not what they want us to hear, for example wimminz on PoF often type that they are looking for men, when they want us to hear they are looking for a man…

Lara is in fact saying the following things;

  1. That all men should be content to have one, self proclaimed, nice looking pleasant personality wimminz in their lives, not their bed, their lives, so this can be a mother, a boss, a sister, all will do.
  2. That truly alpha males, as judged by wimminz, may be able to up this to two or more, a nice mom AND a nice boss.
  3. That no man should be allowed to move on to pastures / wimminz new.
  4. What she did NOT say, anything at all about wimminz who are honest or loyal or true to their word, or indeed sane.

I, however, have a different set of rules.

  1. _I_ decide what is a good looking wimminz.
  2. _I_ decide what is a pleasant personality wimminz.
  3. I will not allow ANY wimminz who is not both pleasant and sane anywhere in my life.
  4. I will make a temporary exception to rule 3 from time to time, at my sole discretion, for the purposes of fucking some skank ho.
  5. I will not allow any wimminz to put her value judgements upon me in any way that affects my life… hold an OPINION of me if you like bitch, but keep it to yourself.
  6. Actually living a life with a set of values that opposes everything these wimminz would wish upon men is reason enough, eg being contrary to wimminz wishes is always the smart choice.
  7. AWALT, no such things as unicorns or dragons or wimminz who are honest and loyal and true to their word.

Bottom line is the home truth that everyone is trying to avoid giving voice to is this.

ONE – a small minority of wimminz who are fertile and sexually attractive can enjoy, for a decade or so, the pull on a man’s strings awarded by that fertility and sexual attractiveness.

TWO – for all other wimminz, you better be pleasant company and a good housekeeper or a fucking heiress, because you have sweet fuck all else to offer a man.

Lara, and her ilk, talking shit like she is actually worth anything to a man, is a lot like the bankrupt bankers and their ponzi schemes talking shit like their plans or pieces of paper are actually worth anything to a man… the idea is to distract you from stopping to consider the real basis of what is at the heart of the subject, and waste you time and energy arguing about the colour of the curtains.

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March 22, 2012

Dear diary

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:48 am

Today I are been mainly….. ignoring the wimminz… lol

Allow me to explain.

My alarm went off around 7, I turned it off, scratched my balls, thought “fuck it” and rolled over for another hour’s kip.

I got up at 8, scratched my balls, made my morning coffee, check emails etc.

I made my second coffee and watched all the late teen / early 20’s pussy walk past my window (I live in a student area in a university town) and notice I have a text from a local skank who wants to stop by and blow me for lunch.

I amble into the front room, where my main PC is connected to my 55 inch Samsung, because I have just bought a Radeon 6900 series GFX card so I feel like playing a little Skyrim / Fallout / Crysis at 1920 x 1080 with everything  turned up…

I get so carried away by this that when the skank ho swings by at lunch-time to blow me my head is still in another place, I’m lining up head shots of another kind entirely….

I could go on, but I am sure you get the general idea by now.

Wimminz themselves have reduced themselves to a position with me where;

  1. If the flesh is under 25 it *may* be enticing…. but sadly the personality it will come with will soon ruin that little porno illusion.
  2. If the flesh is over 25 but offers blowjobs to go it “may” be enticing… but the flesh it comes with will often ruin that little porno illusion.
  3. I actually do not need some bitch to cook and clean, I find it zero effort to keep myself and my place clean, fact is if you don’t *make* a fucking mess in the first place…
  4. As the years have passes and the wimminz excesses have worn me down, I find myself less and less willing to put up with *anything* from them that does not fall into the category of “100% pure what I want from them”

Read point #1 again, even the young fresh flesh, the thing all wimminz revere and mourn the passage of, only has a momentary porno relish, until reality sets in with the realisation that the bitch will sure as shit ain’t shinola have an attitude that will ruin the illusion.

Fact is I even have one wimminz who will wait on me hand and foot, who will feed and fuck and even house me, and she is very clean, not just in her home, but never ever get any kind of smell from her cunt, not even stale piss, this girl has it down pat, she basically worships the ground I walk on, which, see above, is about the only attitude from a woman that still flies with me, and yet I can’t bring myself to spend more than one weekend in four with her, because of item #2

Which is why my diary is full of “Did what I felt like doing” followed by “did what I felt like doing”

The cold hard sober facts are that my diary could oh so easily have been full of “did x for the wife” and “did y for the kids” and “did z for the wife“, and I could have oh so easily been happy and contented with that shit, but it was not me or my cock that ruined that illusion for life, nossir, it was the fucking wimminz, ALL OF THE BITCHES, with their constant whining for fried fucking snow, after a while it rubs off and you find yourself dissatisfied, not that you don’t have fried snow, but that the wimminz keep pissing in the snow and telling you it is sherbet, so the dissatisfied behaviour rubs off and you say fuck it.

Take off the rose tinted glasses and nostalgia for for teen flesh and look back at my own first serious live in girlfriend, actually look back at what it was really like once you subtract all the docile shit you were imbued with, bitch was a fucking nightmare, that’s a fact, and as ever it was down to not wishing to ever, ever, ever pay the price or consequences for her own actions, it was ever thus and yes folks, AWALT.

It is a hell of a thing when the wimminz have taken female flesh and made it essentially borderline unfuckable to a cocksman like me, that takes fucking DECADES of sustained effort, the sort of shit that makes making the jews and arabs live in peace and harmony look like a simple day’s work.

Unlike the Jews and the Arabs, I was basically built from DNA that made the wimminz the thing I wanted to fuck in preference to almost anything else in life, in preference to a career, in preference to a fleet of motorcycles, in preference to just lazing around all day, in preference to being independently wealthy…

And yet the wimminz have indeed put in those decades of effort, and were ably supported by an army of niggerz and manginas, all of whom were in it for the paycheck, well, welcome to the world you wanted, bitches.

Before I go, the one who was going to blow me mentioned in conversation that apparently Jason Statham, who is now apparently some Hollywood hard man and heart throb, has dissed Kim Kardashian, for being a “brand”.

Now as far as I can tell, the Kardashians are in some recursive way common to many celebs famous for being famous, e.g. in the papers every fucking day, and certainly when I have looked at them they just look like sluts, and not every fuckable ones at that, so not exactly a hard target to choose, but what struck me and made me comment was the fact that Statham is dissing someone else….

Hard man my ass, look at that designer stubble and those oh so purty sweeeeet lips, Jason Statham is a bitch, with a bitch’s mouth, in more ways that one, jaw dropped moment from BJ girl that I could diss the sex god in such a manner, and I just threw out, off the top of my head, that he just does not LOOK like a man, unlike say for example Charles Bronson…. at which point the slut groaned and positive begged to suck my cock.

So there you have it, everything from Crysis 2 to Mr Majestyk, it can only be a day in a man’s life… pmsl

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