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April 23, 2012

Notches on the bedpost


A mixed bag this week, one skank ho who openly admits that she cheated on her husband throughout her marriage wonders why I treat EVERYTHING she says, as though it is possibly / probably false… duh

And another for whom the bell finally tolls and the penny finally drops, you’re not just notches on a bedpost, it is that after three fucks most wimminz are unfuckable, my cock will not co-operate any further, so I must of necessity move on to the next skank ho.

Think about it bitches, all I am interested in is dumping my cum into your holes, for free, and even so THE BEST OF YOU  still can’t hold my attention or interest past three fucks.

Bitches have been drinking their own kool aid for so long and lying to themselves about what they really are for so long that there is no longer any signal left when talking with wimminz, it is all noise, and incidentally proof that 12 million monkeys will never type so much as one sonnet, much less the complete works of Shakespeare.

Whether it is secret family courts or wimminz rights or evil male sexual predators, bitches cannot and will not see that it is NEVER coincidental that those towns that are known for the worst excesses of secret family courts, social services and child welfare types are also the towns where the worst child abuse goes on and the highest profile paedophile cases come from, they just routinely put the cart before the horse and point at the excesses of the headline paedophile case as reason for their own existence, when in fact it has been the past decade plus of their own existence of complete power on the local scale that has bred the ideal hunting grounds for these evil predatory paedophiles, and has also bred the next generation of them.

Just as in the Vanessa George case, the skank ho who actually did all the physical sexual abuse, George herself, was given second billing to the guy who lives 200+ miles away who never touched a single child in the flesh, but who George was in electronic communication with.

Back in the day it was Fred and Rose West, again Fred got all the bad publicity, but they lived in Cromwell St, well known locally as the place to find whores and drugs, and less well known as the place where the local council routinely housed all their kids that had been seized from families and taken into care, when those kids reach 16 and ceased to be a source of revenue for said children’s services departments.

What could possibly go wrong?

What (address) could possibly express more cynicism and disdain for the now 16 year old kids?

What y’all have to watch out for is the only trick left in the bag is doubling down, and as times get harder they will keep doubling down.

You think you have your ass covered by signing up to Fetlife and finding that 22 year old submissive, you know, FROM HER FUCKING ADVERT FOR AN OLDER MAN, and hooking up with her?

When they double down and broaden consent to something that can be RETROACTIVELY RETRACTED BY A PANEL OF WIMMINZ AND NIGGERZ, you are as fucked as fucked can be, and jumping up and down in the dock trying to get her Fetlife advert admitted as evidence of your innocence, as opposed to being evidence of her vulnerability and proof of your evil predatory nature will only get your sentences increased for contempt of court.

No, far better that you talk to a local, and go down to the areas of town where the local social services dump all the kids as soon as they become 16 and cease being a source of revenue, with the whores and the dealers, and cruise for some young flesh… the young flesh in question has no illusions whatsoever about their status… your only problem is in fucking hand me downs from the same social services / child care services / family courts, because NONE of these 16 year olds are virgins, not even close, haven’t been for years, many years in some cases… just needs a fall guy, like you maybe, to take the rap and thus close the book on previous indiscretions… knowworrimean..

Seems you aren’t the only one who was out to carve a few notches on your bedpost… but you just sleepwalked into playing the game with the genuine feral article, and the real predators.

Doubling down, doubling down.

Vanessa George, Rose West, “Baby P“, they all represent mission and budget creep for the symbiont’s, and expansion of the incestuous and iniquitous pools of slime and corruption, far from being human tragedies, they are brand leading success stories.

The most chilling tales of all come from the mouths of hollow young people, the young girl who despite being 16 and a bit and fully physically a woman and with many of the tick boxes for attractiveness, a wagon load of viagra and a gallon on liquid nitrogen could not have gotten me hard for, not once they have uttered “You know that film Aliens, you know the bit about in space nobody can hear you scream, and the bit about they come at night, mostly, and the bit about game over man, yeah well that is what growing up in “care” is all about….

There are monsters, and they are human, and they are the ones who have been given and taken total power and control over our children and families.

Edit – and the fact that most of those involved in this system as a career are wimminz, and yet wimminz are supposed to be the protectors of youth / children / innocence… it is THIS role that the wimminz abandoned most eagerly, and NONE of them speak up to denounce their sisters, the total renunciation of all maternal and nurturing capacity, it is for this reason, more than any other, that I am done with treating wimminz as civilised and moral creatures… I am as slow and as dense as fuck, but even I can eventually learn a lesson if it is rammed into my head daily for decades.

April 13, 2012

A primer on apathy


Years ago I temporarily ran a bar that served US servicemen, and so on tap was beer, burgers, AT&T calls home, a tattooist and of course whores.

Some whores you nodded to as they clock in and out, some you spoke a little to, some you hung out with, some you fucked.

I remember one whore in particular, pretty little thing, good body, gave superb blow jobs, was a whore to support her girl child, was a whore because no fucker would give a gypsy a job anyway.

If ever there was a ho who fit the ideal save-a-ho stereotype this was her.

The thing no fucker gets is / are;

  1. Don’t matter what it is, that ho has heard it all before.
  2. Don’t matter what is is, that ho has seen it all before.
  3. Don’t matter how bad a story is,that ho can tell you the name of a ho in her town had that same shit happen to her.
  4. Don’t matter how good a story is, that ho can tell you the name of a ho in her town had the same good shit, and then the other shoe fell and that is how she became the ho in #3 who ended up having her colon ruptured while fucking a donkey.
  5. No thing that you can do will ever stop her waiting for the other shoe to fall, see #4.
  6. The very fact that you do NOT want to pay and use her, is in her experience damn good reason to be as suspicious as a mother-fucker around you, see #3, 4 & 5
  7. more, much much more, of the same.

Bottom line, you can be as wealthy and happy and talented and virtuous as you like, the one thing you will find as sure as death and taxes is you will never find a ho, or some down on her luck skank, to trust you.

Doesn’t matter who did what, who started what, who was in the right, the only think you need to take away from this is that the ho has been handed the shit end of the stick so often that she now knows for a fact in her world view that life offers two options;

  1. Her getting the shit end of the stick – same old same sold cunt, what can you do when you live in a shoe.
  2. Her being offered the clean end of a stick – DANGER DANGER DANGER very SINGLE time she got REALLY fucked over it started with being offered a good deal…

Because? re-read all those points above again, and you still won’t get it, unless you already do…

Thankfully for me and the ho in question, we both knew that walking on water would be an easier trick than crossing that divide between us, so we never tried, and as a result we had a good working and sexual relationship.

The bit none of the wimminz and their niggerz get, is when you put a man through the wringer of secret family courts, you don’t just create a broken family.

You create a man who has been taught, the hard way, that his judgement of what makes a good woman isn’t worth shit, so now there are only two sorts of wimminz;

  1. Skank ho sluts who he can bang for free and dump his cum into
  2. Really really really fucking dangerous psycho skank ho sluts acting like women and offering all that good home cooked morning blowjobbery and crocheting children by the fireside hoopla

This, my friends, is apathy.

So ONE psycho skank ho wimminz, aided by her niggerz in the secret family court system, has managed to turn me into someone who is apathetic towards ALL wimminz, you are either a skank ho slut or you are really really fucking unhealthy for me to be around.

Rinse and repeat every day in secret family courts throughout the land.

Then go on PoF and get confronted by wimminz asking “Where have all the good men gone?”

They have gone the way of the dodo bitch, now you have a choice between;

  1. Men like me who are only interested in your sexual abilities, for free.
  2. Really, really, really clueless beta provider types who have not yet been liberated by your innate skank ho nature as a wimminz.

To put it in perspective.

The moment you infect a man with HIV, safe sex ceases to be a problem for him, and instead becomes a problem for YOU.

THIS is the form of perspective, and it is a vital one that is only ignored because to do otherwise scuppers the whole premise, that is studiously ignored is all “Evil Dead” type films and games…

Once 50% of the population become flesh eating zombies, who the fuck is manufacturing and distributing the millions of rounds of ammo that you lot are planning on chewing through every day?

The difference here is that this is a mental virus, a meme, and those who were responsible for containing it, a never ending job, were sent to the gallows.

So lacking a constant culling force, the meme spreads, and at that point is has become everyone’s problem, even if we don’t know it yet, all we have to do is wait.

You can’t make me give a fuck about wimminz or niggerz, you can’t make a ho trust you, you can’t wear a hole out by poking it with a stick, you can’t put the genie back in the bottle and go back in time to patient zero.

Billions are going to die, you expect anything but apathy from me just because YOUR precious snowflake is melting?

March 12, 2012

Don’t judge a book..


..by its cover..

At least, that is what the wimminz keep demanding in their dating adverts.

Which reminds me, I had a really interesting conversation with the skank ho I picked up yesterday on PoF, in between fucks, she laughed when I talked about wimminz adverts on PoF, to wimminz it is a “profile“, I just shrugged and said “Read a dictionary, not everything with a profile is available, if everything is available then it is an advert, not a profile…

But the point is these wimminz who state on their advert that we (men) “should not judge a book by it’s cover“, OK, dead give-away, this is going to be a fat and ugly, or fugly wimminz.

But like the advert/profile attempt, this is just yet another attempt by the wimminz to redefine the definition of whatever it is that is upsetting them, and trying to force everyone else to go along with it.

When I look at some fucking fugly bitch on PoF and instantly reject the skank ho as being totally unfuckable (and it must be said, being considered unfuckable by me is tough..) it is not because I am judging the book by the cover, it is because I am judging the book by the CONDITION of the cover, and the book in general.

While I cannot claim to treat my body as a temple, neither do I treat it as a vomitorium and open sewer, but these bitches want to do just exactly that, and not be called on it.

Tough shit.

This basically sums up 99.999999% of all wimminz behaviour, they want to act as they please without ever, ever, ever having to face the consequences or pay the piper.

A day or two a wimminz said to me I was an angry man, again she is in denial and trying to re-write reality to suit her own twisted ponies and unicorns and princesses and Mr Darcy fantasy world, I was in fact smiling and happy, while I was, with some relish, relating to her exactly how cold, soul-less, deep and unending was my emnity for all things wimminz.

I explained to her, quite calmly and quite clearly, that I pitied my psycho skank ho ex, because she is so fucked up in the head and wedded to her precious victim status that she has in effect totally emasculated (I chose that word deliberately) herself and rendered herself that very thing that she whined about, a creature at the total mercy of its environment, and not a creature able to control / influence / affect / mould its environment.

I then went on to explain, quite calmly and quite clearly, that while my ex was an object of pity and scorn for the self inflicted nature of her state, those who “feed” off her, the secret family court lawyers, child psychologists, counsellors, child services, secret family court clerks and judges, they are the true scum of the earth, quite literally in my book lower than a paedophile (who after all, cannot help themselves) because their sole motivation in money and starring in their own little operas as people of significance.

In my case alone, what should have been a simple separation (we were not even married) and default joint custody, which should have been a “rubber stamp” operation as complex and costly and registering a vehicle in a new name, it instead turned into a trough that cost the State in excess of £168,000 in Legal Aid bills ALONE to the above “professionals” ALONE, and the beat is ongoing and will remain so, as long as my psycho skank ho ex can be persuaded to carry on signing bits of paper to re-affirm her victim status and get her own Pavlovian / Skinner box all too transient “rewards“…

The day a group of paedophiles get paid to make a paedo porn film for money in exactly the same way that professional actors/actresses, camera guys, key grips, best boys etc are to make commercial pornography, and by that I mean quite brazenly and openly and in your face, then, and only then, will said paedophiles be as low, in my opinion, as secret family court judges and lawyers and child services etc etc.

An opinion that I expressed openly to all concerned in my own secret family court case BTW, I guess it is easy to see why all concerned hate me so much… lol

However, all of the above was said quite calmly and rationally and coldly, there was no anger there, I literally would not piss on any of these kinds of people if they were on fire, but that doesn’t mean I am to set them alight.

And this is where the wimminz and secret family court judges and lawyers everyone else falls down, and assume malice on my part, because they HAVE TO, because they CANNOT ALLOW themselves to see it from my perspective, without undoing what they themselves are and how they live.

My policy is a mixture of every dog has his day and let god sort em out.

I do not have to do ANYTHING to see all these people get their comeuppance and the temple burned down, on the contrary, I must do precisely NOTHING to ensure that all these people get their just desserts.

My policy is all your pigeons are going to come home to roost, and they will be plague ridden and hungry for the flesh of their creators when that time comes.

My policy is to be as socially and economically inactive as possible, while enjoying my own life and having a damn good time, and bring on the economic collapse, and when all the filthy parasites and wimminz are literally dying in the streets and begging for succour and prepared to offer me anything I want in exchange for something to eat and some shelter and indeed some protection from the hordes they themselves have created, far from being an angry man, as the wimminz insist on calling me, I will be as I am….

…a totally, utterly, implacably, indifferent man.

Indifferent to your suffering, indifferent to your plight, indifferent to your pleas, indifferent to your pain…. in this way, I repay you in exactly the same coin that you used on me, and on my boy children, whom I could have raised to be productive pillars of society.

Paybacks are a bitch, especially when they are self inflicted.

March 9, 2012

Life is but a game

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

This post may well resemble lot of random thoughts thrown together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WTF u fossil..lulz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They are all sluts, especially our mums

February 25, 2012

I have a confession to make…


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

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

The dirty little secret is this;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

February 2, 2012

The old vs the new.


I will give you a very good example, in my case it happens to be literally true, but it is so easily transferable to all of you out there experience and empathy wise that it makes for a great example.

I have two laptops sat in front of me, one is a “desktop replacement” big heavy and powerful that is about 2/3 years old spec wise, but still a capable beast, 1920 x 1200 19 inch screen driven by a gig of Ati, 4 gigs or ram, terabyte of hard disk etc.

The other one is much smaller, and it has to be said, quite powerful, high end “business” class, 14″ screen, but this baby runs off a Solid State Disk or SSD and not a spinning platter Hard Disk.

It doesn’t matter what I do on the new one, even the most trivial task on the old one now seems painfully slow and cranky and awkward and embarrassing and painful and ah fuck it… so much so that even something trivial in computation terms as typing this text is being done on the machine with the smaller screen and the not as nice keyboard but also with the SSD.

I give this example because SSD is the “red pill” computing analogy to having been fucked over with the police / courts / state by an ex and her psycho skank ho false accusations…. no matter how high end, luxurious, super specced, delicious, young, new, fresh every other thing about the package is, in your mind sitting on top of it all like the lord of creation is that sluggishly slow spinning platter mechanical hard disk… you simply will not be able to ignore it.

So as we all know, by far the most sexually attractive wimminz is the one you created in your head, where all was perfection and nothing was flawed,  and the best antidote to that rampant sexual desire and fantasy is to inject a note of real world fact, the true nature of wimminz (see last post about home truths) or a home truth fact red pill, just as the computer porn is ruined by the thought of a spinning mechanical hard disk inside that powerhouse computer.

Tomorrow night I am going to go to a hotel, the room has been booked and paid for by a skank ho that I have fucked before, so she has been trained well, her orgasms of sexual pleasure are not a factor, mine is, she will do anything I require, without limit, including spending an hour licking my asshole clean if I so desire, and she will not speak unless spoken to, or express any desires or wishes of her own for the 15/18 hours we shall be together.

Like the red pill and SSD, once you have had a skank ho wimminz demonstrate to you just who does actually hold all the cards in the legal system today, the only sort of wimminz that you can tolerate fucking are the SSD wimminz, who pay the expenses, who do not talk, who seek to please and serve, and most importantly like the SSD are invisible for all those majority of times you have no use for them, and minimally intrusive into your porno fantasies for those times when you do have a use.

Tomorrow night’s skank ho has about 1,000 times the IOPS (lmfao) of a steady girlfriend.

 

January 27, 2012

An invitation to treat.


IN legal terms an “invitation to treat” is what a shopkeeper does when he puts an object in his shop window for sale, it is not an “offer” in law, it is an “invitation to treat“.

You, when you go into the shop, make the “offer“, the shopkeeper accepts (or not, as the case may be), and you exchange the offered and agreed amount of money in exchange for the item on sale, and a “contract” is made.

Wimminz advertising themselves on PoF should therefore be thought of as an “invitation to treat“.

This is an important point that not only all men who have been falsely accused of rape will understand, but in fact all men who have been stood in Family Court will understand.

You know the score, when times were better, you and her indulged in all sorts of things, and it never occurred to you that months or years or even decades later those same things would be dragged out, re-written to make her sound like the innocent non consenting virgin, and you like the filthy disgusting violent and dangerous sexual predator and pervert, and there is sweet fuck all you can do to prove things were different to people who have a financial interest in treating all men thus

If only I had been able to say that my FRA psycho skank ho ex got together because I responded to an advert she placed for herself on the internet… being able to demonstrate that from the first second we met, ours was not a relationship in which she was weak and vulnerable and I was the evil predator, but a relationship in which she was very pro-actively marketing her wares on the open market, and in which she CHOSE to accept the offer that I made in response to her invitation to treat in the form of her advert on PoF or wherever….

It would have been even better than that, because just like the shop transaction that forms a contract and starts a chain of records / evidence, any relationship that starts on a dating site over the internet is going to also leave a chain of records / evidence that support the true nature of the invitation to treat / offer / acceptance / exchange that forms the contract. (esp true if you follow all my advice on here)

It’s a tough call to accuse a guy of burgling your shop and stealing all your stuff and taking a crap in the till when VISA has a record of the transaction, the guy’s bank has a record, his GPS shows him at the vicinity of the shop at the time of this transaction, and the subsequent evidence trail shows you acting like a shopkeeper happy with the transaction, not someone being violently raped and abused every day for ten years, which you never thought to report until you decided it was a great way to win in Family Court.

Of course this is instinctively why all the wimminz and mangina niggerz know that internet dating is sad and for losers and people who are so ugly they can’t get anyone any other way….

Of course the wimminz and niggerz also instinctively know that once you are in a relationship, continuing to use technology to communicate is sad and for losers and people who are so ugly etc…

This is the point you need to get, to these fuckers this is like garlic to a vampire, it doesn’t matter how low the IQ of the vampire is, this reaction is instinctual, and so it is with the wimminz and niggerz, it doesn’t matter how low their IQ, they have an instinctive aversion to anything that threatens, challenges or questions their existence and actions.

They can be as dumb as a sackful of chickens, and still instinctively be aware that anything that creates any kind of record at all is their enemy, just as the dumbest burglar of the planet is smart enough to avoid and hate the house bathed in lights from PIR detectors and with approaches covered by CCTV cameras.

The trouble is, many years down the line, these sackfuls of chickens get access to an essentially unlimited supply of state sponsored and paid for lawyers, shrinks, court workers, social workers and of course police and judges, all ready to tell those poor little dumb chickens that they have the right to be treated like soaring eagles, and everyone who ever eat one of those eggs so willingly laid and given away, is gonna fucking pay, certainly with their souls, equally certainly with some extent of money and earning power, and perhaps even with liberty and life.

And these lawyers and chickens get the police to abuse you and drag you into Court, because they are INSTINCTIVELY secure in the knowledge (because they would fucking remember it) that nowhere in the past with you were there any invitation to treat, nor PIR floodlights, nor CCTV cameras, there is just your word and theirs, and lots of people have entire careers that are based exclusively on their wimminz word being law.

And so, ten years after that first meeting, that invitation to treat, you’ll be in a much stronger position if there is some sort of independent record, such as you will get with online dating, than if you met the skank ho in a pub somewhere, or through work, or through friends, or at the bus stop.

You’ll be in a much better position, because even ten years later, burglars can remember which object in their house they bought legitimately in a shop with a credit card, and which object they stole from some house long forgotten many years ago, and rest assured the skank ho wimminz can all recall with stunning clarity which interactions with men were covered by contract law and records and history, and which ones are open to he said / she said historical revision to her advantage.

December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas kids


It’s not a sentiment I shall be expressing to my own kids, either in person or remotely via a card or present, since the secret family courts have decided that I am such a danger to their welfare ^H^H^H^ their psycho skank ho mummies peace of mind and ability to continue to engage and employ by proxy every smelly cunt in social services and child welfare is such a priority, that I cannot be allowed to be anywhere near my own kids, I cannot be allowed to send them any presents, I cannot be allowed to send them a card.

Clearly, if in the theoretical case that there were some danger that I intended to fuck my own kids up the ass, there might have been some basis for insisting on supervised contact only, but quite how I am able to fuck them up the ass by wrapping a present and having it delivered by taxi, or by speaking to them on the phone or Skype, is anyone’s guess… until you realise it all comes back to what psycho skank ho mummy wants, and suddenly it all makes sense, the instant you forget all your stupid notions about what is best for the children, or even factoring the children anywhere in the equation.

Since “Merry Christmas” is a sentiment that I have been banned on pain of Law from expressing to my own children, I have resolved that I will not be expressing any goodwill or charm or happiness to anyone else, and contenting myself with my own peaceful contentment and happiness.

It has to be said that I never was a terribly christmassy person, for me it always was about the season of goodwill, one or two nice presents, and time spent with friends and family.

Once I left childhood myself I wasn’t even bothered about gifts, obvious exceptions being parents and children, and yeah, the psycho skank ho ex.

So it is with some mirth that I find myself being handed bags of presents from my longer term FWB skank ho’s, all of whom profess love and an ongoing desire to suck my cock, and all of whom state while handing over their presents to me that they know I have not and will not be buying them any in return.

They all also know that I will NOT be fucking spending christmas evening and day with them, I will be avoiding them and conspicuous consumption and excess like the plague.

And I have to admit, when you get to 50+ a bunch of wimminz buying your smalls and hankies and pullovers (they all know to buy natural fibres only, decent quality, no logos, and styles and colours that I like) and bath towels and suchlike isn’t actually a chore, it saves me a shopping trip and some measurable amount of cash too, which is good.

I should also mention in passing that during the recent “bug-that-does-the-rounds” one cough a lung up morning that only became a cough a lung up morning after sparking up the first smoke of the day, I have gone back to quitting smoking, which I only took up again when my psycho skank ho ex launched her FRA against me, and in addition to the saving in money annually (worthwhile) and smelling better myself (worthwhile) it means a greater oxygen supply to my brain, which is a two edged sword…. me smoking is me stoned, which is me chilled, which is me laid back.

Me not smoking is me, particularly my brain, firing on all 8 cylinders, and the gas pedal to the metal.

Not a healthy environment for wimminz or niggerz.

You know you are on to a winner when your line manager in your contract job phones you 8 times in one afternoon from his crackberry, you don’t pick up because you see who it is, and he does NOT send you either an SMS or an e-mail, or leave a voicemail, all of which he can do from his crackberry… all of which are then of course on the record… lmfao

Stay sane, and univolved in all the commercial bullshit, and keep your own company wherever possible over this “festive” period.

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.

October 21, 2011

It’s an education.


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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