Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

August 29, 2013

Ya got to have fucking intuition mate…


Further to a chat with a mate about a recent skank ho of mine.

So he says to me, you not bonking skanky this weekend, I told him no, that one has run its course.

Damn he says, she showed promise, had a lot going for her, what happened?

Quelle fucking surprise I told him, she fucking lied to me.

Ah he says, I knew you said a couple of weeks ago you suspected it.

Yeah, didn’t have any fucking proof until a couple of days ago, but had that gut feeling summat wasn’t right, and when it comes to wimminz I always trust my gut feelings, no matter how fucking vague.

Of course, being a wimminz, as soon as you call them on their bullshit their fucking attitude instantly shifts forever, but like the lass upstairs who waited all of three days of mourning for her boyfriend who was carted of by po-lice in handcuffs, before literally moving in a new guy, but as she said to him as the po-lice hauled him away, she wasn’t cheating on him, no sir.

As I said to my mate, and to the skank in question, it’s not the fact she fucked someone else that bothers me, she has had so many cocks and cunts another one doesn’t make the slightest difference, her value was already zero.

It’s not even just the fucking lying, although that is a big part of it, no, what really gets me is a/ thinking she could bullshit me, and b/ acting like a spoilt child when she gets caught, and revving up the hamster wheel in order to avoid having to face the reality and consequences of HER choices and HER actions.

How the fuck am I supposed to respect *anything* about a spoiled three year old who has ridden a thousand cocks?

One fucking day, just fucking maybe, I will meet a woman, and by definition this would be a woman and not a wimminz, familiar with the concepts;

  • Ignoring the future consequences of your current actions does not in any way negate those consequences.
  • every single choice you make today has repercussions for your entire future life
  • once you break something, like trust or your word or not having told a lie to an individual, you can’t *ever* go back to the way things were
  • once you change the way things were in one area, you change the way things were in all areas

The last one is the doozy, once you lie, or otherwise change the playing field by your actions, there is no more “mates rates” if I sell you something, there is no more pay me back that 50 as and when you can, no rush, there is no more sure, grab a coffee, pull up a chair and tell me your troubles, I no longer give a fuck.

And you gotta remember, I am the least likely guy to indulge in any of the nicey nicey shit and buy you a drink to chat you up or flowers or crap, sure, if you are here and sucking my cock all night I’m happy to feed you coffee and mebbe some vittlins, if I am eating too, usually zero financial expenditure of any kind on my part (apart from anything else, doing something dumb like buying the bitch some flowers for her birthday = instant loss of respect for ya) and even so, you still gotta trust your fucking intuition when something ain’t right, and that means INSTANTLY start thinking and acting like it is game over, even if you might get another fuck or two out of the skank.

So he says to me, basically you just don’t trust *any* wimminz do ya bro.

I tell him, no I don’t, and so far I have been proven right 100% of the time.

And you know how men fuck up, they apply LOGIC and REASON, two utterly alien concepts to the situation, and thus come to the conclusion that she can’t be doing x, because there is no possible fucking upside for her in doing x, and nothing but a multitude of downsides reverberating down the path of her future.

So he grins at me and says hey, it could be worse, we could be living in Damascus.

lol

 

December 7, 2012

Life is one big shit test


Chances are, if it, whatever it is, makes you angry, it is a shit test.

Chances are, if your responses upon feeling that anger are to express your anger, calmly, quietly, verbally, and then walk away, you just aced that shit test, by doing the exact last thing they hoped you would do.761Bv

Having a slow fuse is pretty much essential for beating shit tests.

Having a stiff neck too, because this prevents you turning your head while walking away so you can go back and check on the results.

It’s pretty much baa baa black sheep time, you have to deliver your response and walk away, you can’t lead a horse to water.

This is all relevant stuff, because as you get older you accumulate experiences, and these experiences reflect back upon your demeanour and attitudes….

If your dad died on the 17th December 2000, your son died on the 18th December 2001, your best friend died on the 19th December 2002, your wife ran out on you on the 20th December 2003, and your dog died on the 21st December 2004 then right about this time of year you are not in a good frame of mind.

Any shit test life throws at you now is likely to unleash additional anger, above and beyond what the shit test itself incurs, and this is important, because you must only respond with the appropriate level of disgust that the shit test alone warrants, go over the top and you go at a stroke from aceing the shit test to failing it, abysmally…

Yesterday I talked about knowing what to do, but having to sacrifice something and not be able to keep it in order to actually do that thing, today I am talking about shit tests, and I want to round this off with a third thing, a quote attributed to St Francis of Assisi;

Lord, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change,
he courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.”

And so as it happens late last night / early this morning today I am granted another shit test in life, this time from a wimminz with a cunt full of my cum.

  1. In the knowing what to do and being prepared to sacrifice it, it is a case of telling her that her shit test was insulting and demeaning and angered me, and walking out, and not keeping my access to a total slut bod with monster tits and a tight cunt.
  2. In the shit test sense it is a case of allowing my righteous anger to flare, controlling it so it never gets past my eyes and tone of voice, and listening to that red pill that is the righteous anger in response to unjust treatment, and reacting accordingly, but with dignity and justice and maintaining the moral high ground.
  3. In the St Francis sense it is knowing that I cannot change the nature of the wimminz, having the courage to walk away from the poon, and being smart enough to know which one is useless wheel-spin burning up my tyres, and which one gets me outta there lickety split.

As I tell my wimminz who hope to graduate from pump and dump one night stands to FWB to long term FWB, being with me is an IQ test, if you aren’t smart enough to want, of your own volition and by your own efforts, to be with me, then you failed the fucking IQ test and you are no use to me.

Me trying to be nice to them, me trying to accommodate them, me pandering to their whims, all just turns into counter-productive effort, I enable their bad habits while simultaneously weakening my own moral position.

When a child misbehaves and stamps its feet and throws a tantrum the worst thing you can possibly do is reward that behaviour by telling the child you love them, or that they are beautiful, or special, or lovely.

You have to chastise them and explain the error of their ways.

There HAS to be an accounting, there HAVE to be consequences for transgressions, there MUST be a net mean worth that is affected negatively by negative actions on their part, and positively by positive actions on their part.

In the land of the blue pill here will be much gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair, but by doing this you risk losing the very wimminz you say is potentially so good for you.

On the contrary, all I am losing is the ILLUSION of this putative good wimminz, if she was genuinely good, then she would see the justice and truth and fairness in my position, and amend her own behaviour and attitudes, and show empirically by direct experimental proofs that she is indeed as good as she is made out to be in my dreams.

I was 17 and desperately in love with a very hot, very special, very sexy motorsickle, my dad came along to look at it, and basically found every single fault with it, and shattered my dreams and illusions and fantasies.

It was a tough fucking pill to swallow, but the old bastard was RIGHT.

I lost my faith in that particular bike, (Benelli 6 with 3,000 miles) but I retained my faith in motorsickles in general, and in my father in particular.

The irony here is the red-pill motherfuckers like me who have zero time for the wimminz and niggerz of the world, are the very ones most likely to keep faith with the real women, and the real men, should we encounter them.

On that day that my dad trashed the Sei he just trashed bikes owned by assholes who rode everything like they stole it, and consequently taught me to feel compassion for every motorsickle and car I did subsequently own…. even to this day I am the only fucker who around here who goes out in December, starts the car at idle and runs it at 750 rpm until I see the temperature gauge start to move.

All I ever hear is people telling me I am either lucky or good with vehicles, because I buy cars for less than a thousand euros in today’s money and drive them for three or more years, doing essentially no work apart from fluids and filters and pads…

A vehicle that has been owned by someone who rode it like they stole it can only ever be ridden like you stole it, and can never be relied upon to complete one journey, much less the return journey as well.

Same shit applies to wimminz/women.

 

 

November 14, 2012

Little Bo Bernanke


The riddle / rhyme about Bo Peep works for the wimminz, leave them alone, and they’ll come home, wagging their tails behind them.

It’s not the first time I have seen parallels between wimminz and sheep, both run away if you chase them, both bleat a lot, both are as dumb as a box of rocks.

Which brings me to a recent story kinda doing the rounds, which suggests that humans aren’t as intelligent now as they were a couple of thousand years ago.

The author is correct, and also deeply mistaken.

The brain is a muscle in exactly the same way that my biceps are, the more they are worked the more powerful they become, (within limits, severe overwork will damage them) and the less they are worked the more atrophied they become.

In this example we would equate the power of the muscle with the intellect in the brain.

The more you use your brain, the more intelligent you become.

At this point, please do NOT confuse intelligence and that thing known as an IQ test, which is in reality no more than a reading language and comprehension test… “Roofs are to houses as xxx are to options 1, 2 and 3

Means sweet fuck all if you can’t speak English, or can’t read because you were never taught, or any number of another things

I could print that test question in Chinese ideograms and 99.99% of my readers wouldn’t know it from a menu item and a takeaway, so they would get an IQ score of zero for that one…  clearly, any test of INTELLIGENCE would not depend upon language.

use as many or as few of these items as you choose, and get yourself from this side of the river to that side of the river over there, without getting your feet wet.. the person who does it in the minimum time is the winner” is much more of an intelligence test.

I know someone who did this and won, after much argument with the judges, by wrapping his feet in two refuse sacks and taping them up with duct tape and swimming across… HE got fucking soaked… his feet however were indeed dry.

So let us look at a list of the skills one needs to master, and exercise the brain in doing so, in modern western society…

  • Nobody builds their own house, so construction skills are not required, nor are skills such as cutting down trees to get wood or smelting iron ore to make nails etc
  • Nobody catches or prepares their own food, it is all pre processed and much of it is partially or wholly pre-cooked.
  • Nobody makes fire, click, oven turned on.
  • Nobody makes tallow candles, click.
  • Nobody makes clothes, or repairs them, no one can sew or darn, a skill ALL men had 50 years ago.
  • No job needed, guvvmint will give you a cheque, especially if you are a wimminz with womb turds
  • No entertainment needed, turn on the idiots lantern
  • No sanity needed, always doctors on call
  • You get the idea

It is quite possible to get to say 30 years of age and never to have once had to puzzle a single thing out in order to stay alive, in fact it is not merely possible, but it is extremely likely to be so.

In fact, it takes extraordinary dedication and talent to die young in western society… I’ve lived over half a century and I do not know ANYONE in western society who;

  1. starved to death
  2. failed to obtain both clothing and footwear
  3. got eaten by a predator
  4. died of dehydration
  5. failed to get any access to medical treatment ever
  6. failed to get access to dietary necessities (no more rickets etc)
  7. died of dysentry or cholera or dihorrea or malnutrition
  8. etc etc

Hell, I have known people so abjectly stupid they got shit-faced on psychotropic drugs and ended up unconscious, smashed up and bleeding somewhere, minutes or hours away from certain death BEFORE they would ever regain conciousness or do anything about it, and STILL someone came along and called someone else who involved some other and saved their worthless fucking lives.

Contrast this to some places on the planet where pre-teen orphan kids think themselves lucky, literally, if they can find some rotting fish heads to eat.

I walk up and down the aisles in my local supermarket and I feel like that 2,000 year old man, aisles and aisles of stuff made to be eaten, but no actual fucking FOOD….

Take away the biscuits and crisps and pastries and cakes and sweets and instant meals and pot noodles and nappies and 4,096 varieties of shampoo and you have maybe 10% of the supermarket left, take away the booze and you’re down to 5%, take away the tobacco and you’re down to 3% left which is actual fucking food.

Three time so far in my life I have seen supermarket shelves emptied of bread, and shelves full of plain flour, emptied of milk, but tins of condensed milk and cans of powdered milk and the odd carton of UHT long life milk left, cleared of instant meals, but 2 Kg bags of rice and tins of curry and chile left.

I have visitors to my crib laugh, because I buy bog rolls in packs of 24 and never have less than 6 on hand, I never have less than 5 kilos of sugar on hand or a kilo of coffee, never have less than a dozen tins of some sort of meat and a kilo or rice.

What they don’t realise is that a case of 8 (400g)tins of beef curry, 8 tins of chile, 8 tins of minced beef and onions all at 90p a tin, plus a 2 kg bag of rice, and the odd things like a fresh onion or three and some herbs and spices will keep you not merely alive but well fed on one good meal a day for almost a month, and none of that shit goes off in 24 hours without refrigeration etc, and push comes to shove you can do it all in one pan cooking style off any heat source good enough to simmer a couple of pints of water.

Sugar and coffee and bog roll and a few bars of soap and whatnot and you’re good to go.

A 15 Kg bottle of butane or two, regulator and gas ring and you’re really good to go.

That lot and four 5 gallon plastic jerry cans full of potable water will all go in the boot of a car, which is itself shelter from the direct elements of wind and rain, and you really really are good to go.

I’m not even “prepping” and I have nearly a month’s food and shit to hand, and I can move it all to a car in maybe 5 minutes.

I mean really, what the fuck were these people in NY thinking of???

I just got my quarterly bills for the crib… crib includes a workshop out the back, and in the crib it is a technology wet dream, approx £90 each for gas, water and electric, this is £3 a day for gas water and electric, £4 a day if you include teh intertubez cable sub

This all means I can live COMFORTABLY and run a fucking car on £100 a week.

In reality I live better than kings did as recently as 100 years ago.

But then, I don’t live with a fucking wimminz… when I did the bills were £300 a week and MY fucking lifestyle was no different.

However, on the other side of Europe the Greeks have refused to put Athens metro fares up from 1.4 euros to 1.75 euros (both figures are heavily subsidised) because to them this is an “austerity measure” too far…

Why?

Because the fucking wimminz will be up in arms.

They are in for a rude fucking awakening, but thank fuck I am too old and ornery to be drafted for WW3…

September 11, 2011

EnvironMENTALism and Feminazism.


Now, while it is a truism that as you get older you gain in experience, and you gain in knowledge, it is also true that your intelligence does not also continue to grow.

I attribute about 25% of my intelligence to innate ability, and the other 75% to the fact that from the age of 0 to the age of 7 my brain was taught to be inquisitive and to observe and puzzle things out, this I owe to my parents, who provided the environment I grew up in.

From the age of 7 the mould was cast, and with more practice I may have continued to grow my intellect up to the age of 16 or so, at which point it pretty much levelled off, and all the apparent gains since then are really down the the ever increasing amount of knowledge and experience that I gain year by year. Grist to the mill.

If we assume that IQ is a valid measure of intelligence, which is a moot point, we know that by default the average intelligence is by definition an IQ of 100, and we can say that me being an arrogant bastard I will place my IQ at 125.

Going from the above it means that 25% of that, or IQ 31, is the raw computing power I was born with genetically, and the remaining IQ 94 comes from a combination of training that raw computing power and feeding it an ever accumulating pile of data and experience.

If I had had less nurturing parents, instead of gaining 94 IQ points I might only have gained half that, 47, which added to my born with 25 would give me an IQ of 72, or considerably below average intelligence.

Obviously this is a bit like human diet and height, if you make people progressively dumber year on year, by definition the average IQ of 100 will represent a progressively dumber but still average intellect individual. (and there is an inverse correlation between intelligence and obesity)

As I look around me today, I am reminded of the film “Idiocracy” which if you have not seen, go out and rent it, allegedly a comedy but in fact almost a documentary, people today are a lot dumber on average than they were when I was a small boy.

I often tell people to go and read about the Tolpuddle Martyrs, and especially the quote from George Loveless, a fucking common farm labourer, in 1834, and by God it blows away anything a farm labourer in 2011 could write, even with the internet and the benefit of 11 years of compulsory schooling in a modern technological society.

In short, irrespective of the initial potential supplied by nature, the very rapid changes in nurture since I was a boy to the present day have clearly had a profound effect on intelligence.

As you all know, I bang skank ho’s for a hobby, and this means I come into contact with a lot of todays kids, in their own homes where they are most relaxed, and I have to tell you, they are as dumb as fucking turds…. I have to emulate Beavis and Butthead in order to have any form of meaningful conversation with them, if I try to have anything even remotely approaching a conversation that I would have had at 16, invariably within three sentences out of my mouth I have said at least two things that completely went over their heads, they never heard of it, or anything even remotely related to it, they have an iphone and ipod and itunes, because they are cool, but have never heard of Jobs or Wozniak or the Apple ][ or Mac or anything else.

So I talk to them about this, and they do know for a fact that they literally did not learn one single fucking thing in their 11 years of compulsory schooling, and it pisses them off…. that 25% raw materials I mentioned before is smart enough to know it has been kept in the dark and fed on shit, and to resent it and the entire planet for it bitterly.

Incidentally this is how I get to fuck young chicks, compared to “my era” average IQ of 100, they are around IQ 75, even though that is today’s IQ 100, and that means just smart enough to find a clever older man interesting and sexy, a clever man their own age would be a cunt… go figure.

And as we all (we being you reading this, because chances are you have seen the same shit going down and formed the same opinions of it) know this decline has gone hand in hand with the rise in feminazism… Achtung Herren

So…

What we actually have is a correlation between feminazism and a general lowering of intelligence, the more areas of society that feminazism penetrates then the more areas that are dumbed down and the increasing downwards pressures on intellect.

And what do we have rising alonside feminazism and lowering intellect? Why, we have all the environmental / greenie / tree hugging motherfuckers, “nucular” power is teh evil etc….

And so it is that after Fukushima, Germany, once known as the greatest technical and engineering nation on the planet, not exactly known for earthquakes since it does not reside on any tectonic plate boundaries, and not exactly known for tsunamis since it has fuck all coastline, just ups and closes all it’s nuke power stations due to popular demands, and commissions a bunch of coal burning plants, which, since coal contains many trace elements including pitchblende, which WE learned about in school (Mme Curie) which contains many lovelies such as rare earths, lead, thorium and mainly uranium oxides, the net result is that coal power plants produce and release more “nucular” pollution than nuke plants, much, much, much more, plus all the other noxious shit and particulate matter.

So we have people today who are too ignorant to know that extremely long half life = very low level radiation, but extremely short half life = very high level radiation, complaining about “nucular” waste that will be “dangerous” 10,000 years from now. I’m going to close this piece with an informative graphic at the bottom.

I quite like the way it starts, correctly comparing the radiation dose received by living within 50 miles of an operating nuclear plant for one year, with an equivalent we can all relate to, EATING ONE FUCKING BANANA.

Incidentally, wind farms are legally exclusion zones, you are not allowed anywhere near them, perhaps you sort of knew that, but never thought about it, well think on this, all the wind power installed in the UK has a peak theoretical generating capacity of around 8% of Fukushima, but add all the exclusion zones together and they exceed the current Fukushima exclusion zone in area.

Anyway, back to the plot.

“Carbon tax”, when I was at school I was taught that “Organic chemistry” was the study of chemistry that included the carbon atom as a component in the reactions. When I left school and went home I would watch Spock and Bones in Star Trek series one talk about carbon based life forms, and the next day at school we would hear some more about the Carbonaceus period of pre-history.

With the dumbing down of society that feminazism has accompanied, if not directly caused, you aren’t going to find many people who can relate to what I am saying here, if you can they will probably be male and 50+

By reason of my sex, I have been excluded from raising my own kids, and excluded from any mentoring of any other kids in any educational setting too, because let’s face it the facts of the matter are that feminazism has always seen men as evil, and sought to place barriers between us and impressionable young minds for fear that we would infect them with the fucking ability to think and reason for themselves, aka brainwashing to the feminazis, so that they can keep the kids dumb and brainwashed, aka liberated to the feminazis.

The end result is not the world we have today, this is just the overture, but already we have reached a stage where the things I talked about above have come to pass, and we have reached a place not only where my own considerable practical technical skills and experience are not merely insufficient to get me a job because nobody wants those skills, but there is also nobody I can pass those skills on to, and as I know from my own first hand experience, (for want of a nail the kingdom was lost) the only possible way to acquire those skills is by being apprenticed to a master for several years, and ideally growing up with one of those masters being your own father so you started absorbing that shit at ago 0 and by the time you were 7 you had absorbed more about the subject by osmosis than the modern university book learning asshole knows by the time they leave uni with a degree.

My knowledge and skills are going to die with me.

In *theory* I have enough years left to train a bunch of apprentices and students to the point where they are smart enough to not cut their own hands off and safe enough to start actually learning and accumulating their own experience ready to pass on, in theory I could wait five years to start doing it and still have enough time, which would just about allow enough time for this system to crash, and suddenly realise they need men with skills to rebuild.

But here is the kicker.

What the fuck is this new society going to bribe me with, given that it will be largely based on the cunts who stole my own fucking children from me, and lacking a time machine that can’t be put right.

Wall to wall teen pussy?

Fuck, I get enough now, and I get time to kick back and enjoy it and myself, and frankly I’m quite happy to spend the rest of my days continuing to kick back and enjoy myself and not give a fuck, and most of all, NOT TAKE ON ANY MORE RESPONSIBILITIES!

What’s that? Get someone younger than me, you mean someone in their thirties, a child of the eighties, a child of the feminazi world, a child from a broken home, a child who went to dumbed down schools, and a child who should by rights already have benefitted from the apprenticeship to someone one generation older than him, eg the likes of me… sorry, won’t cut it.

I’m a man, I have bred, my DNA imperitive has been met.

Doesn’t matter how desperate YOU get, MY priorities are no longer yours.

Society shit on me, I’ll be remembering that until the day I die.

Now I will ask you again, what do you have to bribe me with, that I want or can use?

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