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November 27, 2011

What is a man, after all?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:29 pm

Last night‘s post about the disobedient skank ho was only half the story.

In pill-popping terms it was the delivery mechanism, and this post is the payload.

Part 1 of the payload is the after separation SMS, which from me was “so long, thanks for all the fish, don’t think we are suited but good luck” or words to that effect, and the reply from her this morning was “You don’t know anything about wimminz and you are a nothing who will never get a real wimminz but good luck on PoF”

Archived to the cloud, fuck the insult, fuck the delusions, fuck everything, that morning after exchange is the icing on the cake in your defence against any and all future accusations, and that is the SOLE point of ALL your archived communications.

Part 2 of the payload is the conversation the skank and I had before I departed.

This part deals with the thorny question of what is a man, after all, and indeed what is a woman.

As I explained to the skank ho, with every human being there are two factors, one is what that person really is, and two is how they see themselves, if you like you can visualise these concepts as two lines drawn along a graph, with the time axis at the bottom, with a man, a real man not a mangina or white knight, his life is an ongoing relationship between the two, where he tries to keep the two lines as close together as possible.

What ALL human beings share in common is the belief that the gap between those two lines is very small, yes, white knights, manginas and wimminz will all think they do a pretty good job at that, like last night’s skank ho who promised total sexual obedience in bed, was totally disobedient, and yet who insisted that she was being totally obedient.

So I said to her, when you tell a child to tidy its room, and the child says I will when I finish watching Craptain Save-a-ho cartoon on the telly, is that child being obedient or disobedient, and of course to her that was obedience, to me it was disobedience.

So we come closer to a useful definition of the difference between Men and wimminz and niggerz, it isn’t the gap between the two lines on the graph, it isn’t the perception of the size of the gap between the two lines, it is however a willingness to swallow bad tasting medicine, and to make efforts to change BOTH lines, both what we actually are, perhaps by avoiding alcohol, and what we see ourselves as, perhaps by accepting that we have alcoholic tendencies.

Logically the problem with this solution / approach is that this skank’s opinion of me is just as valid as my opinion of her, we both believe we are right and neither one of us will give up our own viewpoint… it is like putting a priest and a rabbi in a room and expecting them to come to some agreement, when the reality is there are only two possible intelligent solutions, they both agree to immediately get up and leave the room together, or if prevented from doing so they both agree to meditate in silence, as it is impossible for them to converse on any subject with their differing world views.

Such an agreement was not on the cards last night, so I had the choice of unilateral action, to leave, or to meditate in silence, and you know how long that would be tolerated by a wimminz.

In effect I am stating that to be a Man, I must be passive in my dealings with other human beings, unless we mutually agree to instigate active dealings with each other, and I must also be active in my dealings with myself and my two lines on the graph.

Now, finally, we are approaching some sort of qualitative test that can be applied across the board.

It still carries the danger of subjectivity, that one person can make active changes in themselves, and another person can say yeah, but you should not be making THOSE changes, you should be making THESE changes, but the blue text above gives the clue, the passive person will not give voice to that opinion to the other person, they may think it, but not say it.

Which is a massive Red Pill moment, because we are taught that to be manly is to challenge and change the environment, and that to be passive is weak and worthless and wimpy.

I assert that passivity is manly, because in effect passivity is the refusal to create ties and bonds between yourself and the thing that you are acting passively towards, when addressed from this perspective, passivity is in fact the assertion of self and isolation over the option of we and connectivity.

So now we apply this qualitative test to those we meet, and use it to determine if they are the kind of people we wish to associate with passively, or if they are the kind of people we wish to distance ourselves from passively.

I’ll give you a clue here by pointing out that the reason I am single is I have not found a woman who passes this qualitative text, and I am not a fag so the many men who pass this text become friends and perhaps brothers in arms but no more.

The passivity link above to Wikipedia talks about passivity, and then co-mingles it with subservience and submission, typical trick cyclist bullshit rhetoric.

I like sexually submissive women, this was used by the ex’s lawyers to label me a rapist and child abuser, a domineering and aggressive monster with severe sociopathic issues who must never be allowed anywhere near his own kids.

The truth is that last night’s skank’s total lack of sexual submission very quickly made her totally lacking in all kinds of sex appeal or attraction to me, my passivity to her lack of submission was total, my cock was limp and nothing could make it hard, I no more manifested the tendencies ascribed to me by the skank ho ex’s lawyers than a guy sat behind a market stall exhibits the traits of an armed bank robber and extortionist…, he is sitting there, passively, displaying his wares, with “an invitation to treat“, he is content to deal actively only with himself and his own dealings, he prices his wares and sets them out on display, sits back and reads a book.

This secret family court red/blue pill is not therefore about the contents of the red and blue pills, or their efficacy, or side effects, or c0-morbidity, just that the red pill is a prohibited class A drug, and the blue pill is state mandated daily fare.

Protesting otherwise just gets you labelled as a psycho heroin dealer advocating that kids be given free access to heroin.

Application of the blue text above to everyone else involved in my secret family court appearances neatly categorises them, far better than any other test that I can come up with, and the more power they had over other human lives, the less passive and restrained they were in their dealings with them, and the less active and more restrained they were in dealing with themselves.

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October 29, 2011

Eternal shitshine redux

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take as long as you like.

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

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

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

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

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

Which brings us to the bottom line.

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

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

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

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