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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…

November 7, 2012

The planet of pork.


Muslims, as we all know, do not eat pork.

They also eat with the right hand and wipe their ass with the left hand.

For much of the 2,000 year history of Islam, this was nothing more than damn good practical advice, simple hygiene, in hot arid climates with limited water supplies and no refrigeration these rules saved millions of lives, no doubt about it.

I have a skanky friend who eats fish and white meat, but not red meat, so yesterday when I made some bacon sandwiches she passed, a Muslim would have passed too, not because my hygiene with hot and cold running water and detergent was lacking, nor because my refrigerated pork had gone off, but because APALT, All Pigs Are Like That.

Sure, some “westernised” Muslims will tuck in to a bacon sandwich, and use both hands to eat it, but even then you can’t accuse them of being NAPALT blue pillers, because their belief that my bacon sandwich is NOT a health risk is a scientific belief that is based upon laboratory verifiable fact.

Sure, in a purely religious sense they are not adherents, but then again none of us are, sex before marriage or outside of marriage anyone?

Now, unlike many readers, I have lived (as opposed to visited on a holiday) in Muslim countries, and I have some observations;

  1. In a hot climate with no refrigeration you can kill a pig and butcher it and 12 hours after the animal took it’s last breath large portions of what you butchered is a health hazard.
  2. In a hot climate where you have a gallon of water a day you can drink it and live, or wash your hands in it and die, shave your beard in it and die, etc

I will remind you that as recently as 150 years ago people were routinely dying right here in the UK because of lack of basic hygiene and cross infection between faeces and drinking water, and as recently as 165 years ago surgeons were offended at the idea that they should wash their hands between working on a cadaver and operating on a living person.

The Muslims were 1,700 years ahead of the curve here.

Even washing your hands isn’t as good as you think, if you join the St John’s ambulance on of the little things they do is give you a blindfold and some blue dye and tell you to wash your hands, then you take the blindfold off, and every bit of your hands not dyed blue wasn’t washed.

An interesting little anecdote, the lead trainer told me that the only exceptions he had ever had in thirty years who had blue from the wrist down and not one square mm of skin not dyed on either hand at the first attempt were marine engineers.. as it was a former trade of mine I laughed at him and said if you had ever been one you would know why…

But getting back to the Muslim’s and pork, it was a lot like us with our ten commandments, simple rules that any fucker could remember and obey, especially the peasant in the field.

The fact is, hot water from a tap, soap and refrigeration haven’t done a damn thing to change the nature of pork, it is still a “dirty” meat that goes off real quickly and nastily which is a health hazard long before it starts to smell or look bad.

Fish too, make no mistake, being able to salt pork and smoke fish were as big as steam power or electric power back in the day, literally civilisation changing technologies.

While there are certainly still plenty of Muslim’s living the peasant lifestyle, there are also plenty like me, living with constant access to hot water, soap and refrigeration, but the Muslim’s have not forgotten that the NATURE of pork is unchanged.

It is still and unclean meat.

Wimminz were also unclean meat, when I grew up wimminz were visited by the curse once a lunar month, God’s punishment for original sin, the bitches had to cover their hair in Church and were forbidden from going to Church if they were on the rag, because they were unclean.

Today both the Christian and Muslim faiths in the west have places of worship utterly empty of young people, and I talk to these people.

Talk you a young Christian or a young Muslim and yes, it is in a way a part of their identity, but it is always said as a 0.00001% of the whole part, and not something they were ever consulted about.

They will both be filled with ten thousand more times passion about the local football club or a Subaru Impreza.

The rest of society needs to full absorb and understand the fact that these kids KNOW all the girls have had threesomes at the very least, most have had a gangbang or two, most ride a different cock or two every weekend, without fail.

These kids are hip to the idea of marrying a good wimminz and having kids, hell they are as hip to that as they are to the idea of owning a McLaren F1, and as enthusiastic.

Trouble is, such wimminz are rarer and more out of reach than a fucking McLaren F1.

Talk to them about religion, and they are hip to the whole traditional marriage 1.0 thing, but it is a big FUCK YOU to the religious leaders who try to shame them into doing that thing, but who remain strangely quiet about the status of wimminz within church and society.

Talk to the young wimminz, as I do, and you are in for an even greater shock.

You know the old macho youth thing about if some asshole pulled a gun one me I would fuck him up, yeah, and then someone does that very thing, and you go very still and the first thing you realise is you haven’t breathed for 30 seconds, and the second thing you realise is your hands are already reaching for the sky, have been for 35 seconds, and are not fucking listening to yo, third thing you realise is your mouth is real dry, and fourth thing you realise is that you ain’t calling the shots, not any of em… you is fucking powerless.

The wimminz are starting to realise this first hand, they cried wolf so often, made so many false accusation, fucked everyone else over for short term personal gain so often, they are now living in a jungle of their own making… what’s worse, their so called wimminz friends are just as likely to be an oppressor as an evil male… in fact if it is more than one on one then it is pretty much guaranteed.

I had what was by any legal definition of the word a rape described to me last week by one of these young wimminz, one victim and three participants… nobody involved is denying anything about it, much less that in happened, and two of the three participants were wimminz, one of them a so called best friend of the victim… and the victim themselves, well, they ain’t going to the po-leece, no sir, because then the other three will open their mouths and a whole pile of true shit will come out…

In fact, instead of being a tale of one wimminz victim and the oppressors who raped her, this is actually a tale of four equally broken and fucked up people, and that particular moment in time it was this wimminz turn to be victim, everyone else has had their turn, and they will all have more turns in future.

… and we are straight back to the good Muslim girl who rides a minimum of one or two cocks every weekend, when she goes out drinking and clubbing, for this is her, and the stark reality that all the young people in this group are aware of, like a long line of dominoes, her current lifestyle is the INEVITABLE result of a series of bad choices, made because she was free and able to do anything with no apparent consequences, hear me fucking roar, and the consequences are when you act like a cum bucket you instantly lose all future respect, forever, and any hope whatsoever of anyone treating you as anything but a filthy lying whore.

I had no sympathy whatsoever for this victim, and said as much to her face, nor did she or the other three participants feel the slightest shred of shame, rather they felt anger, and the victim felt genuine fear, she felt fear because she realised for the first time just how little true strength or power she had when push came to shove, and the other three felt anger because what the fuck did she expect when she CHOSE to hang out with them and have regular group sex and get blind drunk every weekend for a year or two?

Yes, alcohol and drugs plays a big part in this lifestyle, but they are all quite self aware enough to state openly that when Friday night comes around they all press the self destruct button and go out and do shit to excess all weekend, then spend Monday to Friday hating themselves for last weekend’s antics, then rinse and repeat.

And from this our leaders expect to find the building blocks of society 2.0?

These little bastards know about me and my production line of skank ho’s, so the discussion turns to that, who’s your latest front runner AfOR?

So I tell em, 29, pretty fucking hot actually, a definite 9 on any scale, no kids and a claimed 25 cocks ridden to date.

No threesomes? I am asked.

Well, I reply, she says no, so maybe she is exceptional, or maybe she is just fucking lying.

She’s lying, say all the boys.

Bitch is DEFINITELY lying, say all the girls.

I’m going to fuck her, not marry her, so I don’t give a shit, I say.

They all laugh, amen to that.

The rape victim, she was out the next night, partying and drinking, give it a week until it happens again, what can you do when you live in a shoe?

Twenty years time when I am trying to balance in my zimmer frame, this is the people that will be middle aged and charged with running and maintaining “society”… brown-shirts just waiting for the recruitment poster… what could possibly go wrong.

October 31, 2012

Ain’t fattening no more frogs for snakes.


(It means do not put too much effort into improving someone when they could leave, and you will have lost too much of your money, time, and energy/love. The moral is you should find a fat frog to begin with.)

The red pill is a curse, a bit like the toxoplasma gondii brain parasite, once infected, or more accurately once the infection is cleared, you just can’t look at some shit the same way ever again.

Once you rid yourself of the blue pill that tells you to fatten frogs for snakes, well, you just can’t look at some shit the same way ever again. No Sir.

When the wimminz realise that you have given up frog rearing, they will look at you with that peculiar “does not compute” crossed with “waiting for the predator to strike” look, and that shit you either know what I am about from first hand experience or you don’t.

But, once you have swallowed that red pill and had that particular meme / parasite burned from your brain, damn but that shit makes you aloof and philosophical, 100% of wimminz endeavour and 100% of niggerz endeavour, which means 95% of human endeavour, is like watching cows graze, it apparently has purpose, but it is devoid of all sentience.

A couple of PoF chats I have had recently…

Wimminz “I am waiting till I find someone who is my equal!

AfOR “Well I suggest you become a lesbian then.

whoooosh

Wimminz “Why are you so nasty to me when I lust after you so much?

AfOR “Whatever

whoooosh

Thing is, I’m more than willing to date a “fat frog”, but she better have got fat by her own efforts, I am totally unwilling to date skinny frogs that expect me to feed them, or partly fed frogs that got fed by other men, they are pump and dump material, and self made fat frogs are like the proverbial unicorn shit….. in theory there may be some out there somewhere, but scientists have yet to discover them.

Sometimes you think you may have found a potential candidate, but bide your time, chances are she is just holding her breath, blowfish style, or if you are really unlucky, so inflated with toxins she is about to burst.

And so I have become, Zen like, the Restaurant At The End Of The Hypergamy Universe for the wimminz, and they want to come along and choose from the menu of my accumulated wisdom and experience, they want to order scrambled eggs, but they want it without any milk or butter in the ingredients, and free range zero calorie eggs, and by the way I have no money so can I have this on layway where the bills never come due and I can sit here and keep ordering exotic dishes.

So I point them to the sign above the door, “Ain’t fattening no more frogs for snakes” and the sign above the bar “No credit” and the sign over the other door, “Exit

They look at me like I am mad, and gesture around my restaurant at the end of the hypergamy universe, where all the tables are empty, and say but I have NO customers, you have to treat frogs nicely if you want to have customers, so I just smile at them with a well fed predator’s grin and say, “That’s the way I like it baby, this is MY place, and I LIKE IT LIKE THAT

I remember Frank Future, he was delicious.

And so the penny drops, and most of them stomp out of the exit while telling me I have a very small penis and will never get a real woman (thank fuck for that, the plan must be working) and a few of them start to blubber that life just isn’t worth living, so they too stomp out of the exit when I direct them to the funeral parlour 5 doors down… of course, being wimminz, they end up in the massage parlour next door… hey, it was nearer and easier, right…

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