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March 31, 2013

WTF part 997, or the art of Zen, part 997

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:01 pm

The trick with wimminz, at least, the trick with wimminz if you are going to be having some social interaction with them, eg fucking them, is to create a situation whereby you get what you want, a free fuck, and then they decide that you are just too much of an asshole in real life to waste their time with, and they dump your ass…. win win, thus avoiding the FRA extreme end of the scale, and the opposite clinger / stalker extreme end of the scale.

I always show wimminz the phone blocking app Mr Number, and how to install it, and I punch my fist into the air and say “YYEEESSSSSSS!!!” when they use it, or PoF, or a swinging site, to block me.

The trick to achieving this ultimate zen master state of being with teh wimminz is actually very very simple.

It is also incontrovertible proof that all wimminz, without exception, are mentally equivalent to a spoiled four year old.

(separate, but related, since the ultimate fate of any interaction with a wimminz is failure, never ever ever be tempted to share anything personal or factual about yourself, never give them any factual details, such as employer, ex’s names, financial details, and of course never ever let them even touch your phone / computer etc)

All you have to do is listen to EVERYTHING they say, and treat it as fact, and then the instant they say or do something that contradicts something they said previously, comment upon it, repeatedly.

“So how about all that stuff on your profile about liking group sex then” you ask, and they tell you they just put any old shit in the profile, to make the profile interesting.

“No, you said you would do anything I wanted, and I want you to do my ironing naked” you say, and they say they did do everything you wanted in bed.

“No, I told you to hold still, you kept moving” and they’ll have an excuse for that too.. I don’t bother explaining that if I am doing you from behind while they are kneeling on the edge of the bed, if they move it means the edge of the bed bangs my knees etc etc.

And don’t let up on this shit, the FACT that they are not doing this that and the other, all of which they have told you they will and do do.

Also very important not to let them gaslight you or put words in your mouth, get visibly angry (but not threatening) when they try that shit.

“You are not listening to a single word I say“, as though said to a sulky four year old, and equally as true and accurate.

Because, to a wimminz, all communication is the same as a politician or a lawyer, they actually have an agenda, this and this and this is how they are going to be, and there is no actual negotiation or movement possible, but words exist simply to nickel and dime the opponent one step at a time away from their starting position, to the point where the wimminz or politician or lawyer gets EXACTLY what they started out to get.

In reality, all I am doing is employing EXACTLY the same attitude, my agenda and position is non negotiable, but I take the absolute opposite tactic to achieve this, everything I say is literally true, and everything you say I will accept as truth and not cease to insist you make good on BEFORE we proceed any further at all.

This is the point where you must not laugh or smile, because this is the point where the mask falls away and the wimminz all look exactly like spoiled four year olds, they look hurt and upset, lips closed, eyes averted, sullen, non-communicative.

You are supposed, according to the wimminz, to break at this and offer support and unconditional surrender, because frankly speaking their own box of party tricks is now completely empty, but if you are a cool bastard you stick to your guns, and your lines, and don’t let that bone go.

Just in case you are a dumb bastard who did not get the memo, the wimminz will give you one final chance to be her own personal mangina and tampon, and essentially ask you if you would like her to go.

Since this whole thing started because she said she would do anything you wanted, so you said do my ironing naked bitch, to which she says I have done everything you wanted, so you said do my ironing naked bitch, to which she says I have done everything you wanted, so you said do my ironing naked bitch, so she said do you want me to leave…

It should be stressed that you did not ask her to leave, you asked her to fulfill the words and promises she herself made about herself, what she seeks and what she offered you.

You are quite happy for her to stay, but she said she would do anything, and I fucked her in all her holes so right now I’d like her to do my ironing naked…. that is what I want.

Since I did not ask her to leave, I do not give any response about her implied threat to leave, “stop putting words I did not say in my mouth, and start standing by the words that you did say that came out of your mouth” is the only clarification needed on her spoiled four year old act.

Of course, just standing there and avoiding your gaze is too difficult for a wimminz, so like a four year old threatening to hold their breath unless you buy them an ice kweem, they will be in slow sulky motion, picking up all their shit so you know they really really really mean it about leaving.

Make sure you follow them around and be helpful, here’s your phone, here’s you car keys, but invariably they will “accidentally” leave behind a pair of stocking or panties or something, not to get you to contact them, but as a parting shot reminder of the “good times” you had, put them straight in the bin…lol

If you are truly blessed, as I am, 30 minutes after they sulk their way outta your door your boss will call you asking if you want some overtime, so I spend the next 11 hours 100+ miles away with my thumb up my ass mainly doing sweet fuck all but being paid double time for it.

Come 1 am and as bender said, my work her is done, fire up the car, crank up the stereo REAL loud, and check your PoF / swinging accounts and yippee, the skank has blocked me… re-sult… lol

 

December 14, 2012

I have been challenged…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:04 pm

… by a friend, to explain exactly what is going on with a current FWB

(I should explain, in the spirit of full disclosure, there is a reason for his question, this FWB has come a lot closer to my affections than the usual pump and dump material, for the purpose of this post we will call her “Julie”)

“uuuh, it’s a wimminz, innit…” was my reply.

He laughed and said you don’t get off that easy, I want you to be charitable and play devils advocate and argue in her favour.

“You mean blue pill?” I say

“Nope, I mean red pill, but on an individual level, like you’re a cunt because the wimminz have taught you that is what they want and how to survive them, so do the same for her, on an individual level, who taught her to be what she is?” he says

As always happens, we soon drifted off topic, but I woke up this morning and found myself still thinking about it.

The fact is, it was a good question, and it is a good question because it is a hard question, and it is a hard question because to answer it honestly, I will be forced to examine some of my own armour and learned reactions to the wimminz….

Imagine if you will a man living alone out in he wilderness, and imagine a wild dog floating around the man’s camp, sniffing for scraps, there are a few possible scanarios;

Group 1

  1. Man shoots dog
  2. Man chases dog away
  3. Man stays in camp, dog stays outside camp 100 yards away
  4. Man entices dog into camp.
  5. Dog decides to walk into camp.
  6. Dog decides to attack man

From options 4 and 5 above some further options pop up;

Group 2

  1. Man attempts to domesticate dog and succeeds
  2. Man attempts to domesticate dog and fails
  3. Dog attempts to attach to man and succeeds
  4. Dog attempts to attach to man and fails

Group 1 option 1 is Jonathan Vass, as discussed yesterday, Group 1 option 6 is of course the FRA

Group 1 options 2 & 3 is the MGTOW theme…. I’m sure you can work out the rest.

Group 1 options 4 & 5 are the interesting ones though, because they involve contact between man and dog, and either option 4 or 5 can lead to any of the options in Group 2, and I’m sure you don’t need me to point out which is an analogy to what when it comes to men and wimminz…

But, if I am going to be truly honest with myself, which is where my friends question comes in, Group 2 option 3 is what we all seek, the dog bonding to us, always assuming it is a dog we like the look of in the first place… the love of a dog for his master.

The unquestioning love of a dog for his master.

To be fair, this is the kind of love men want to give wimminz, until they get the shit kicked out of them for their troubles, so we end up either cowed and tails between our legs niggerz or fuck it growl at everything and bite first chew later post wimminz men….

Which is my friends question, but it was sneaky, because it did not allow me to generalise all wimminz, but asked me instead to look closely at one individual dog, and judge that dog on its individual merits.

It’s doubly sneaky because it invokes the nostalgia and yearning for Group 2, Option 3, that thing we all seek, the companionship and love of a good dog.

It’s trebly sneaky because it makes me choose between actually coming up with a considered answer to his question, or simply chucking out a stock answer, AWALT, end of discussion.

It’s quadruply sneaky because it is not a challenge to AWALT, this individual wimminz is still AWALT, the question is, how did she come to be that way, and is it by choice, or was she as much a made thing as I am?

It makes me examine my own thought processes.

  • Notably, it is a man, and not a wimminz or a niggerz that poses such a question.
  • I realise that much of my though processes with wimminz involves a negative check-list or weighted score, quantity and quality of tramp stamp skank ho tats, check, she’s a skank ho.
  • I realise that much of the “slack” I give the more favoured long term FWB is simply no more than the absence of certain of these check-list items, wow, this bitch only has 84 of the 100 possible flaws, and only 6 of the 10 most serious red flags…
  • I realise that somewhere in my sub-concious, with this particular FWB, as well as a reasonably low score on the negative check-list, there are actually some things about her that I like and approve of…

So group 1 option 3 dog attempts to domesticate man, man looks at dog and grins, it’s a mangy cur of a mongrel bitch with plenty of bad habits and fleas, but… it makes the man grin.

The man’s friend sees this, and asks the man, why does this individual dog make you grin, it shares more in common with the other curs roaming around your camp than it has to set it apart from them… and what caused this individual dog to be the way it is.

It is a bloody good question.

It is a bloody good question because I cannot answer it without also answering the same question about myself, and not in a superficial way that I have, because I got accused of wanting to fuck my own kids up the ass by my psycho skank ho ex who also made an FRA against me for good measure… but in detail, what sort of man ignored the red flags with the psycho skank ho ex, and why, and how was HE made, and so on back in time….

All the way back to the pre-pubescent me who just knew various things, the sun rises in the east, water is wet, and one day you will grow up and fall in love and get married and have a family of your own and boys who will call you daddy.

I have been making a serious, possibly fatal in the longer term, mistake.

Take a 5 gallon pail of water and tip it out at the top of a slope, watch how it runs downhill, how obstacles and other things change the flow, you can never get the same effect twice, if you think so you ain’t looking close enough, that flow is life, my psycho skank ho ex is a large rock downhill of where I was tipped out into this world, and my serious and possibly fatal flaw was looking at where I am now, the pattern I have made so far, and assuming that that is pretty much it, this form has basically been determined.

I am the pinnacle of my evolution.

The flaw is that change only stops with death, so I must continue to flow downhill into the future and find new patterns and channels and obstacles, or I can die.

I did not HAVE to allow my psycho skank ho ex to do what she did, at the first touch of that obstacle in my life I could have rebounded and found another path, one that cut around her instead of one that washed over her.

I face the same choices in the future.

“Julie” the mongrel cur faces these same choices in the future, and the future starts now.

The man in the camp grins at “Julie” the mongrel cur, because she chose to do what 99% of the other mongrel curs who walked into camp did, but with variations.

The man’s friend asked the question, and the man is forced to conclude that some of those minor variations are that in this mongrel’s history are that it chose to rebound and find another path when it met certain obstacles…. unlike the man, who just assumed he was smart enough and tough enough to overcome… the cur yelped and ran away… who was smarter?

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In 1988 I knew an alcoholic, nobody had any time for him, but he had respect for my father so I would talk to him and buy him the occasional beer.

He was an alky because he fucked up, married into a banking family, and blew it by drinking too much and becoming an asshole.

He said one thing to me that I have never forgotten, and the older I get, the smarter it seems.

“When I was 20, I knew everything and my dad knew fuck all,
when I was 30, I knew a fair bit, and my dad wasn’t as stupid as I thought,
when I was 40, my dad knew a damn sight more than I thought he did.”

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“Julie” the mongrel who has wandered into my camp?

Well, I’m sitting here laughing to myself, remembering my dad pissing himself at a scene in a Pink Panther film.

Sellers / Clouseau is harassing an organ grinder outside a bank, of course he completely missed the fact that the bank is being robbed, as he fixates on the organ grinder, does he have a permit etc…

Sellers “Do you have a li-cence for ze minky (monkey)?”

Organ grinder “Listen mate, I don’t take his money, and he doesn’t tell me what to play.”

That’s kind of the deal with the man in his camp and the mongrel.

December 13, 2012

I’m not even going to post a link to it

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:20 am

But there is a story doing the rounds based on a TV dramatisation of a “true” story.

The “true” story is wimminz accuses man of repeatedly raping her, WHEN THEY SPLIT UP, so again historical allegations, man is remanded in custody awaiting trial for alleged rapes, man appeals and get released on bail, you can google him, Jonathon Vass if you like, he is now convicted of murdering her, but the alleged rape allegations lie on file and were not laid against him in court because it was deemed “Not in the public interest”

Given the eagerness with which historical claims of rape are pursued, this is odd.

As an ex FRA myself whose ex also only decided she had been raped repeatedly in the past at the point which she sought a separation and sole custody of our kids, you can guess my first thoughts on, this, and I say this merely in the spirit of full disclosure, I am biased against any automatic belief in any rape allegation, but even so, I am aware of that bias, but what I find REALLY interesting is this;

In here diary the ALLEGED victim, one Jane Clough, states, “I do not think Johnny will just lie back and let a jury find him guilty.” and later “I am worried about Johnny coming to find me and kill me when he is released from his sentence.”

I put it to you, dear reader, that these are not the words a woman who had ACTUALLY been raped would use in a private journal… remember, everything you think and write is based upon what you ACTUALLY recall and know to be true, not what you claim to be others to be true but which you actually recall to be completely false.

“LIE BACK AND LET A JURY FIND HIM GUILTY”

She has an actual first person recollection of events, actual events, I put it to you, dear reader, that if she had an actual first person recollection of being raped, she would see Mr Vass as being guilty, game over, and her worries would be over the jury finding the “right” verdict, or “seeing through” his denials, or “protecting other women” by taking him off the street….

I cannot conceive of any mental scenario where she would state that she was worried that the accused man would not simply lie back passively and LET a jury find him guilty, rather than mounting a strong and robust defence.

Similarly, I put it to you dear reader that if she had an actual first person recollection of being raped, Mr Vass being imprisoned would be seen as a just act, and she would have little of no concerns about him seeking her out “.. AND KILL ME WHEN HE IS RELEASED FROM HIS SENTENCE..”

On the contrary, these statements lend credence to my initial scepticism, that Mr Vass, like so many men, was simply falsely accused of rape and DV by an ex (now a pre-requisite for full legal aid to be awarded to the wimminz) and realising that his life was over decided he had nothing whatsoever to lose for killing her, for him the choice is going to prison for a crime he did not commit, or going to prison for a crime he did commit.

Clough herself claims Vass was “always” violent, yet despite the paper mentioning that he was banging two other wimminz while banging Clough (yet ANOTHER reason to suspect an FRA, revenge and spite by the cheated on wimminz Clough) neither of these other wimminz, nor any other wimminz in Vass’s life have come forward to corroborate this, and you KNOW they would have, and you KNOW po-lice went to them all and asked them this.

Which brings us back to the decision NOT to prosecute him for these alleged rapes, AFTER he is convicted on his own confession for murder, on the basis of it not being in the public interest.

The only “not in the public interest” scenario that I can come up with that is even remotely plausible is that there was not a snowball’s chance hell of convicting him, which brings about the interesting scenario where he did indeed commit a murder, but only after being falsely accused of rape and DV by his ex, and we can all see how THAT would play, not in the public interest indeed.

We must also remember that Vass, on his initial arrest for these alleged violent rapes, was remanded in custody, yet when he appealed this he WAS RELEASED ON BAIL, and there is ZERO fucking chance of that happening if there is even the merest fucking hint of any kind of violence in your history…. ZERO…. FUCKING…. CHANCE….

The only scenario that adequately answers ALL the questions posed here is that Vass saw himself being railroaded for a crime he did not commit further to an FRA by Clough, sees, as I did, that the po-lice and everyone else involved have no interest in the truth or justice or who really did what, certainly not prosecuting someone for the heinous and vile crime of making an FRA, and so he decided he had sweet fuck all to lose and took justice into his own hands.

This indeed is something that would not “be in the public interest” were it disclosed in court, because Vass would then be playing the justifiable homicide in self defence when the po-lice and state singularly failed to protect HIM from the malicious actions of another criminal, Clough…

Obviously, only Vass and Clough know the truth because only they were there, Clough is now dead and Vass is incognito behind bars, and any hope of any release at all is based upon him keeping his mouth shut and NOT proclaiming innocence.

and so so a story I WILL link to.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2247118/Married-woman-38-month-fling-teenage-boy-fell-love-spared-jail.html

Again, reading what is actually written, this wimminz was convicted of rape, because while the age of consent is 16, if there is any relationship of influence such as teacher, parole officer or step parent / girlfriend of the kids father, then the age of consent is 18.

Again, she was placed on the sex offender’s register.

And yet, the story is full of excuses for her, she “fell in love” it was a “sexual fling” when it was none of these things, it was fucking RAPE which is why she is convicted of rape and on the sex offenders register, but then we do need to tone it down to explain just why this convicted rapist and sex offender was given a SIX FUCKING MONTHS SUSPENDED SENTENCE….

You contrast this with the Vass / Clough story above and ask about the “pussy pass” and misandry in sentencing…

 

 

December 9, 2012

What it means to be a man and a father in 2012 AD

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:20 pm

“I’m late and it’s worrying me”

“So take the morning after pill bitchez, not interested, not my problem, now, are you going to bounce up and down on my cock or what…”

This is one reality, once you wise up and reject the fiat currency capitalism and work ethic, you render yourself legally and financially immune to the whole child support racket… hell, I have a very good friend, a fellow FRA victim, who said fuck it and goes to the doctor once every three months to get a sick note for stress and anxiety caused by the FRA, he’s been doing it four, getting on five years now, living off the state, doesn’t work a lick, he says his is the only sane response to a state that amongst other things punishes men and fathers and rewards FRA’s and skank ho single mommies.High-Pressure-Sodium-Lamp-JY-1-

Here in Cornholeville, if you know where to look, you can tell that despite all the bluster and bullshit the ill winds of financial collapse are finally making themselves felt at the highest levels of the local state teat, the council and councillors.

Naturally with all these people the response is the same, shades of the two leased german executive saloons on the driveway being the last thing to go, while the fridge is empty, have to keep up the appearances of success at all costs.

And so it is that all the high profile very visible and very expensive stuff is all ring-fenced and untouchable, while on my regular evening drive to visit and check on an elderly relative what I first assumed was a dead street light has evolved into patches of urban darkness, the street lights near shops and junctions remain on, the other are going dark as early as 6pm

To be sure, each 400 watt sodium light turned off is a saving of say ten hours @ 400 watts = 4 kWh of electricity, which at current domestic prices = 4 x 14 = £0.56p

From the Cornholeville PR blurb about this, we have some 72,000 street lights costing some £3 million in electric every year, so perhaps a 10% reduction in this is £300k per year…. these are best case scenario numbers.

At £2 million a year each, the police helicopter would make a far greater saving, you just don’t need a fucking helicopter to catch burglars and twocers, it is a fucking scandalously profligate waste of resources.

You can ALWAYS do this, create a list of the shit that REALLY matters, road surfaces, signs, and furniture in good order, regular rubbish collection, maintenance of public lands and pathways, enforcement of local civil and planning regulations, some basic public services such as a library and you’re good to go, not much else that is important to the community, and lo and behold you just accounted for a 5% slice of the pie chart of local government expenditure, assuming you are allowed to see the actual figures that is….

The other 95%, that’s all shit, ring-fenced shit.

Wimminz be like this, tell em something has to give and they always start looking at the 5% of basic essential stuff, while the 95% of non-essential bullshit is ringfenced and simply not up for negotiation.

For X amount of money I can either go out and buy an iPhone5, or a separate washing machine and tumble dryer, hell, I can walk into my local bike shop and buy a brand new 2013 Triumph Bonneville (assuming I was daft enough to want one) for £99 a month, I know one wimminz paying that for a fucking Sky subscription, and another wimminz paying that for an iPhone5 + iPad on network subscription….

My washing machine and tumble dryer means all my clothes and bedding and towels and everything are always clean and fresh and dry, it has UTILITY.

For all its faults, a new bonnie would make me mobile and give me transport and allow me to commute Auf Viedersehn Pet style from the UK to Germany Monday to Friday to work, it has UTILITY.

To be fair, these are tough choices in some ways, I can sit at home with clean and dry clothes and a bonnie to get me to work, and no toys to entertain me or distract me or pass the time, but nevertheless this is life, you have to make choices, and the choices are not always as easy as these, and the future consequences not as easy to predict.

I faced such a choice when my own psycho skank ho he went nuclear and dropped an FRA on me to steal my kids away, suddenly all the “right” and “best” options were taken off the table, the only choices left sucked donkey balls and had impossible to predict future consequences.

God, Allah and Fate willing, my sons will reach the age of 16 and no longer be subject to the whims of the secret family courts, that is one of the more concrete future milestones in my life, between here and there everything is hazy and obscured and unknown, so making choices is tough.

Of course WHEN they reach 16 they will have their own agenda’s, and it is quite possible that psycho skank ho mummy has managed to instil a belief in a dead beat abusive dad who never gave a fuck about them and who they are better off without. Nothing I can do about that.

On the other hand, it is also possible they will decide to find this “daddy” and see for themselves what the fuck it is all about.

In THAT scenario it doesn’t take much brains to work out that there is a world of difference between them finding some broken down loser who has taken it up the ass from the skank ho and the state and cried in his beer, and them finding a man who when faced with a harsh choice decided that his sons would find a MAN, a man who could still be some use to them, teach them shit, hopefully help them catch up a little on the essential knowledge and skills they have missed out on.

But……………

I WILL NOT EVER LIE TO MY SONS, neither will I ever say anything other than this, no matter what the incentive, to anyone.

The above paragraph alone means that I will never seen my sons before the age of 16 (or maybe ever) because until that age those in control of their lives, psycho skank ho mummy and the secret family courts etc, will ensure that I do not…

“Mummy says you hurt her and you don’t love us and you left us all alone”

Should I be given or offered any hope whatsoever of seeing my sons, it will be on condition that I do not do anything but meekly accept such statements as fact, which means if I went along with the bullshit and effectively condoned the actions of psycho skank ho and the secret family courts et al, the person the boys might eventually be allowed to meet might well be their biological father, but he would not be a man, or anyone they could respect, or anyone ever able to help them… nor would his word be worth a damn when he did say “I love you Son”

Tough fucking choices for a man and a father in 2012 AD, and I am only one of hundreds of new men each fucking day drawn into the machine and faced with these choices.

While I am not incarcerated, my doors have locks but I hold they keys, my rooms have light switches on the inside, and I can come and go as I please, I have much in common with the wrongly convicted prisoner serving a very long sentence for a crime he did not commit.

I can continue to refuse to accept my guilt, and do the whole 16 years of hard time, or I can go along with what the machine wants, accept my guilt and get out on parole in three years with good behaviour.

In the latter case a man went into prison, and died there, and what came out was not a man.

I said above, I will not lie to my sons.

That means that when they are 16 they may walk up to me and say the following;

“So dad, what you are saying to me is that in order to preserve yourself, you basically abandoned me and my brother to mum and the courts.”

and I will have to say “Yes Son, because it is not a battle I could have won, I would have lost and gone to prison and made every lie they told about me true, and you and your brother would STILL be a ward of the courts and property of your mother.”

Do I feel good about that? Do I feel proud of it? Do I feel I have done my duty as a father? Do I feel that I have shown my love for my sons? etc etc… fuck no.

It’s a gamble, your mother and the state pointed a loaded gun at my head, so I had to make a tough choice, and the tough choice is to give up all hope of being a father to you, ever, in the hope that in doing so I could at least teach you something worthwhile, how to be a man.

I don’t hope that you boys will ever love me, or ever like me, or ever want to spend time in my company, I haven’t earned any of that, and I am not going to give you any whiny shit about I wasn’t allowed to by your psycho skank ho mummy or the state.

I DO hope that you boys will see how a man acts when presented with truly horrible choices, and learn from that, and perhaps in time respect me a little for it.

I DO hope that you boys will grow up to say their dad was a cunt, but at least he was a man… and maybe feel a little pride that that same strength rests within you boys too.

August 9, 2012

I don’t wanna dance…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:19 pm

 

shades of Eddy Grant

I get people asking me stuff like have you seen this news article and whaddaya think and and and….
and, you know, to me it is like asking me to comment on episode 493 of Friends, the comment I wrote about episode 2 of Cheers ages ago will do, because the subject matter is cookie cutter same.

I poison my mind and waste my life by giving ANY attention whatsoever to it, life is too fucking short and I ain’t getting any of those seconds back, so nor am I going to be commenting on the three messages sent to me about how the spearhead is jumping the shark again…

There was an old TV comedy called Citizen Smith, and while it was funny, the show had a lot of similarities to Pinky & the Brain in that there was a lot of plotting and planning, but the main characters always end up exactly where they started. Sound familiar?

I always was a bit like this, even as a teenage boy I could not read a book I had already read once, nor watch a re-run, and as I get older it hasn’t diminished any.

This was, in truth, a lot of my problems with wimminz in relationshits, bitch, we already HAD this fucking argument, went round back to where we started, and nothing has changed.

This is something I have always been concious of, in truth with my own psycho skank ho ex I knew she had basically nothing but a series of acrimonious relationships in the past where the man was always at fault (in the gospel according to her, at least) and then the kids came along and I’d look at them mewling and puking and knew that one day they too would be the subject of a bitter custody dispute… truth to be told I never foresaw the FRA, but you cannot un-spill milk, so all you can do is go along for the ride and do what you can… pissed her the fuck off when the kids would grin and say “daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy” before they could say mommy, but fuck it, I put in the effort to teach them… gotta forge those neural pathways in the first two years, which I did, now it is just a waiting game while she lives what is basically a re-run every day.

Revolutionaries have always known that movement don’t work unless there is action and movement, they just evaporate like puddles in the sun, and you spend 100% of your effort trying to find enough new recruits to stave off attrition… so when people talk to me and say of only you changed this or that you’d make yourself so much more appealing on reddit or twitter or the MRM or whatever, my response is always the same, fuck it and fuck off, git orf ma land, this is MY revolution…. shades of rubber duck in convoy, “I’m not leading anyone, I just happen to be out in front”

So along comes Breivik, running his own private revolution, trained in secret, planned in secret, selected targets that would cause the most emotional impact, and planned it all so that it was safe for him, a survivable op, because the real mission was to get the media/face time, and in that he was totally successful, nota bene, I am not talking morals or legals or right or wrong, just the purely mechanical plan that he created and then completed. 100% mission success.

The key here is Breivik did not sit back and prep and wait for the right conditions, that just makes you easy meat when the state comes along to scoop you up, Breivik went out and made plans to be implemented TODAY, in the wrong conditions, and went ahead and carried out the plan.

That is the essential difference between the Breivik’s of the world and the rest of us, he was a man of action, and we are not… I for example am content to live my free (from responsibility) life and pursue my manly hobbies and fuck skank ho’s, he was not, which brings us to an interesting question.

Did Breivik ***HAVE*** a shed and a manly hobby, because if he didn’t, I can see why he said fuck it, and I can see all around me men who are denied access to having their own shed and hobby, for example in my own area I can do a local search for adult evening courses, the sort of thing where 30 years ago you could go three evenings a week and learn welding, woodwork, electronics and the like, and today under the heading of “Engineering and Manufacturing Technologies” there are three RYA yachtmaster courses, and that is it.

The rest of it is shit wimminz stuff, “Computers – using email” & “Customer service skills” and such shit.

There are literally no courses for welding or woodwork, in a county of 1.25 million people.

Fucking think about that.

Yesterday I wanted to paint something, had a tin of hammerite, can’t find my paint stirrer, no worries, hack off a 40cm length of 13 mm aluminium rod, pop in the lathe, neck down one end to 10 mm to fit in (battery) drill chuck, reverse, drill and tap to 4mm, make up a stirring end from a piece of 30 mm alloy rod and a couple of washers, voila, a paint stirrer better than anything I could ever buy.

You want to learn how to do that, well, you’d better be local and be able to find me, or else your only outlets are going to be planning mass atrocities and getting your slice of mainstream media infamy.

Feminazism really is a perfect storm, because even the feminazis do not realise how many levels of life they have choked off, such as evening welding and woodwork classes, and the consequences for society when people WHO WANT TO LEARN are cut off from those outlets.

 

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