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July 12, 2012

Whining cunts…..

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:47 pm

The Spearhead is full of them lately…

Now, before I go further I must make some points;

  • I don’t classify myself as a user of game or a PUA, if you ask me I will say this blog is a fucking survival guide, no more and no less.
  • I don’t personally have any strong feelings for or against game or PUAs
  • I accept that PUAs/gamers come in many varieties, from peacocks down to pump and dump bad boys.
  • I have myself in the past been the one cheated on.
  • I have myself in the past been the one who “lost out” to an “alpha”
  • I have a general revulsion for all people who deliberately mis-characterise something and then pour shit all over that thing, based upon their mis-characterisation.
  • The greatest service that gamers and PUAs perform for the rest of us is that every single interaction they have with wimminz reduces that wimminz SMV and worth.
  • I’m not going to name any names.

Having said those points, we can move on…

I have a word here on this site, that word is “niggerz”, and I use it to describe the guys who are “useful idiots” for the feminazi regime.

Technically these whining cunts are niggerz, but they are an outlier… I do not consider them to be MRA’s, no matter what they claim, because all they actually DO is pour scorn and shit on other men… I don’t give a fuck what they call themselves, or where they hang out, or what they profess to believe, I only give a fuck about their ACTIONS, and their actions are always, always, always, pouring shit over some sub-set of men.

In the case of the whining cunts on the Spearhead, they hate gamers and PUAs, but what soon becomes very obvious is they hate the bad boys most of all, because the bad boys don’t do anything that the whining cunts think of as being “alpha”, e.g. they don’t have a 60 foot motor yacht and drive a lambo, which these whining cunts can see would impress a wimminz into spreading her legs..

…no, these bad boys are brothers from the wrong side of the tracks, they are not wealthy and whatever cash they do have only ever gets spent on themselves, and these bad boys still get all the cunt that the whining cunts think they should be getting, given the place that they allot to themselves in the cunt pecking order, not that far behind the guys they call alphas with the yacht and the flash car…

This is what the whining cunts hate.

They also hate the peacocks, guys who frankly look like weirdos, rejects from the rocky horror show, because even these guys get way more cunt than the whining cunts do.

In fact they hate everyone who is getting more cunt than they are, because they have come to rationalise their own absolute and total failure to get any cunt at all as being a virtue, because according to them it just isn’t possible to fuck some skank ho without validating and empowering her and basically worshipping the cunt.

So the bottom line with these whining cunts is the only guys that they can be happy with are guys who go ghost and reject ALL contact with wimminz, including all sexual contact.

Fact is, a guy who CAN get cunt but who CHOOSES not to is about a million miles away from these whining cunts, who have in reality self selected themselves as being unable to get any cunt at all.

They are unable for various reasons, they had a cunt that they used to call a wife or a girlfriend, and they used to treat her right, but it all fell apart when some bad boy dumped some cum into her.

Or they had a cunt once and it went wrong and they started hanging about on MRA websites and sucked but did not swallow the red pill, so now they are in a place where they know all wimminz are skank ho’s, and they don’t want a skank ho… they want a lay-deeee…

Or they had a cunt once and it all went wrong and thanks to sucking but not swallowing the red pill they still cannot reject their own social programming and separate fucking and love, (whatever love is) so they cannot just fuck, it all has to have some sort of meaning or relationshit stuff going on.

Guys like me, who they (rightly) suspect to fall into the bad boy with no yacht category, they hate us especially, because it was guys like us that pumped and dumped their girlfriend / wife and screwed up their relationshit, and we didn’t even do it because we cared about the skank ho or because we wanted her for ourselves, we just took advantage of a cumbucket and then walked away, just like we walk away from a urinal after taking care of that bodily function.

So what do they do, they go off an read books on psychology, they go off an read books on relationshits, they go off and re-define what various things like “game” and “PUA” mean until they new meanings fit into their delusional castles in the sky, all of which basically say “I’m a ***NICE*** guy, why can’t I get a ***NICE*** wimminz and live hapiwwy evew aftew in our widdwe howse with our widdwe white picket fence, why, it must be SOME OTHER FUCKERS FAULT”

Now, to be fair, you could argue that I have at various times in this blog blamed other people, such as my psycho skank ho ex, the secret family courts, fucking lawyers, social services and the state for my trials and tribulations.

The CRUCIAL difference is this, when all of the above shit on ME from a great height, I paid attention and listened to what they were in effect telling me they thought of me, and so I said OK, and fuck you too, and made changes in my life so that I no longer did anything to in any way support any of the useless parasitic bastards.

I did NOT go around and say it is all their fault over there, and continue my life with me myself unchanged, except for the new massive chip on my shoulder.

So these useless cunts are guilty of FAILURE TO FUCKING ADAPT.

Rationalisation hamsters to ludicrous speed.

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June 23, 2012

Where have all the good men gone redux

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:41 pm

It is an age old truism that you have to LIKE the person you are with for it to have any kind of future at all.

It is of course hard / impossible to like a spoiled brat.

The upside of pornography is of course that you ONLY get the visual cues, you are protected from exposure to the sink full of dishes, the world owes me a living because I was born with a cunt attitude, and the harsh reality of the Police turning up after a fake DV accusation.

Which is just as well, because as soon as those aspects of reality intrude, the attractiveness of the wimminz in question disappears out the window.

Where have all the good men gone? Y’all shit on us so extensively and so completely that we have all learned the lesson, to treat wimminz with the contempt they deserve.

Which brings me back to PoF, and I am definitely seeing a change in attitude in the wimminz, both desperation and frustration are leeching into their profiles and attitudes so strongly that they cannot even fake it in an online dating profile.

Stamps feet. WHY hasn’t PoF brought me my niggerz in shining armour yet!!!

Of course, as more and more of the “real wimminz nature” seeps through, they get less and less fuckable, and as they get less and less fuckable, more and more of the real wimminz nature seeps through.

Which brings us right back to the beginning, you have to LIKE the wimminz you are with, to stay with her, which brings us to one of the old standby’s of men’s relations with wimminz, the sheer number of men who think to themselves that there is something wrong with them, because they seem to attract so many fucked up wimminz and so few decent ones.

The fact is, if there are mainly fucked up wimminz, or to be realistic ONLY fucked up wimminz whose fuckups you know about, and fucked up wimminz whose fuckups you do not yet know about, then the problem is not with you.

So, in the spirit of full disclosure, and this is not an exhaustive or complete list, here are some examples of the fucked up wimminz I have fucked, and the thing I discovered about them that made them impossible to like;

  • She had made commercial porn on VHS.
  • She was previously a hooker.
  • She fucked her biological father.
  • She fucked her biological brother.
  • She did not know who the biological father of her children was (If you eat a tin of beans, how do you know which one made you fart?)
  • She referred to the biological father of her children as The Sperm Donor.
  • She was quite happy to fuck in front of her children.
  • She was a lush, eg passing out drunk from a bottle of vodka.
  • She was always broke and poor mouthed, despite being on handouts that totalled more than my takehome.
  • She was seeing a shrink most of her life for her delusional and acting out behaviour.
  • She always had money for lottery tickets but was always short of money to feed the kids.
  • She had a dirty / messy house, always dishes in the sink, clothes on the bedroom floor, smalls on the bathroom floor.
  • She broadly hinted that I could fuck her pre-pubescent daughter (run the fuck away Will Robinson)
  • She would only “cook” fast and easy TV dinner / frozen meal stuff, because she was too busy / lazy.
  • She would immediately distance herself the instant I had a personal or family problem, or temporary shortage of spare cash.
  • She would always be telling me about how nasty her ex’s were to her.
  • She would act like she had the right to hit me, and I was not supposed to punch the bitch out in return.
  • She would cut herself with a knife.
  • She would lie, badly, like a 4 year old with chocolate cake all over his face denying they had eaten the chocolate cake, and get angry when I did not buy her bullshit.
  • She would have a secret stash of money, and then lie when I found it and used it to pay a bill (What’s his is ours (mine) and what is mine is my own, mentality)
  • She would tell you a long and incredibly detailed story about one of her family members or an ex or an employer, and then you would meet the person in question and get an UTTERLY different version of events, a different version that was then supported by several other individuals.
  • She would steal from someone else, a so called friend or employer, and then justify it to you because they had allegedly done her some wrong back in 1745 AD
  • She would seek conflict, and not resolution, in every instance.
  • She would lie both about the number of abortions she had, and her reasons for having them.
  • She would spy and pry, eg picking up your phone when you went for a piss and checking call records, or starting a fight when she tried to put your phone was locked.. nota bene the same level of disclosure was not forthcoming from her.
  • She would claim to be pregnant, or “accidentally” get pregnant.
  • She would make MY friends unwelcome or be rude to them.
  • She would lose her temper but it was always MY shit that accidentally got damaged.
  • She would steal from me, either regular small amounts or a whole “twenty” or I’d give her a twenty having nothing smaller and never get my 17 change.
  • She would claim that X thing that we had or did in common, was provided by HER efforts / work / money.
  • She would always cause trouble in any situation where she did not hold the upper hand, e.g. an apartment with the lease in my name only.
  • She would “accidentally” overuse something that *I* was financially liable for, e.g. phone bill and long distance calls.
  • She would fail to show common courtesy, e.g. “Thank you” when you functioned as dad’s taxi.
  • She would have a stale / unwashed / smelly cunt (often a sign of plenty of recent cock)
  • She would always be late.
  • She would interrogate me about where I had been / what I had been doing.
  • She would accuse me of doing shit I had not been doing, e.g. shagging someone else or talking to a wimminz etc.
  • She has ANY baggage from ANY previous relationshits.

and not forgetting

  • She made an FRA (false rape accusation) against me.
  • She committed perjury in Court against me.
  • She used our kids as weapons against me.

PS, do not assume that this list was one thing per wimminz… some had more than one thing, and I didn’t bug out early enough, e.g. after discovering the first thing.

Also, do not assume that ANY of these things are trivial, or something that “we both could have worked at an overcome”

If *I* have any impediment to a relationship, such as a gambling addiction, then it is down to ME to get that shit cured, it is not my future wife’s responsibility, not even if she drove me to it, because I should have got the fuck out instead.

Which brings me to my current main long term fuckbuddy, I quite like the bitch, I do not respect her, because she has done some crap stuff in the past long before I met her, but provided that shit stays in the past, I can respect that.

I don’t like her enough to get into a relationshit, because the laws of the land are so skewed in her favour I would be making myself a hostage to fortune, and I LIKE my life now and the shit I have.

There are things about her life that I do not like, but the relationshit we have is such that I am not exposed to those things.

She does not even mention, much less ask, what I do when I am not with her, she is all about making the time we do spend together pleasant for me, which may just mean she is smart enough to play the long term game against me, but I am more than ready for that one too… lol

So it isn’t where have all the good men gone, you cannot log in to PoF and see 400,000 people online and really claim that there are NO good men available in 200,000 guys who are online RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

It is where have all the good wimminz gone, and the answer is that the VERY few that there are are still married to their childhood sweetheart… and that allows their men to remain the good men they once were, and bitches, THOSE men ain’t available.

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June 10, 2012

If I had a rocket

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:16 pm

Bit of a mixture today, some anecdotal stuff.

While I am still “off” PoF as far as pump and dump is concerned, I am still watching, and seeing ever more re-written profiles, and ever more wimminz who started out looking for “long term” that graduated through” dating” to now being in the “intimate encounter” section.

I am also seeing the younger wimminz (e.g. below 30) starting to abandon PoF in droves, I know  a couple of these and discussed it with them, and the bottom line is they just ain’t feeling the love, pump and dump cum-buckets is the only thing the guys on PoF are interested in apparently… this conversation turned anecdotal when I mentioned a 27 year old wimminz on PoF, not bad looking, who basically offered me any kind of sex I wanted, but I turned her down, mainly because she was 30 minutes drive away and frankly I couldn’t be assed, what with her being a single mum and guaranteed to have a messy home (she admitted this) etc, even if she was gagging to do the lambada on my cock.

The two young wimminz I related this anecdote to (remember I am in my 50’s) were, to put it bluntly, fucking aghast, especially as I have done one of them in the past so they know it ain’t a case of me not knowing how to fuck or being able to.

“So if she was in town, 5 minutes away by car, you’d have gone over and fucked?”

“Yup”

“But because she was outta town, 30 minutes drive away, you didn’t!!??”

“Yup”

“So what would it have taken to make you drive that extra 25 minutes?”

“Well if she was a solid 9, no kids, 20, I guess I would have had to go over and corrupt her.” said with shit eating grin.

Remember both these chicks are mid to late twenties, and both have kids at home being babysat by their mums…  and I just reduced THEIR Sexual Market Value to about 10 minutes driving.

Let me tell you all something, if you REALLY watch these wimminz and pay attention and SEE, you will notice something.

Asking / expecting these wimminz to come to terms with the decimation of their SMV is really, really, really close to watching a gambling addict realising they are broke and have no credit at the bookies.

So some time later I am sat with a different crowd of people I know, and this crowd is different because it is mainly male, and most of the guys are one form of engineer or another, and for some reason fukushima comes up, and the subject of fallout.

So, I throw in one of my little true questions.

“How many atom bomb explosions have there been?”

This is an interesting question, because everyone says two (Hiroshima and Nagasaki) then pauses and adds a third, Los Alamos, a very very few will then add “a few more, Bikini Atoll tests etc”

All will also say that the USA and USSR have enough nukes to wipe out all life on earth many times over, and by now the wimminz in the group are getting very animated and anti nuke.

So I say, “Between 1945 and 1998, the tests and other bomb detonations THAT WE KNOW ABOUT total just under two thousand one hundred atomic explosions, this being a mixture of atomic fission bombs and thermonuclear fusion bombs”

Without exception, I am met with a few moments of stunned silence, and then total and utter disbelief.

I can always settle this, just bet me everything you own, literally, and I will point you to several indisputable official sources where you can document that I am correct.

At which point the horror really sets in, and the mother earth anti nuke wimminz and their niggers start planning to join the green party etc.

So I drop this little thought.

Since we have detonated 2000+ nuclear WEAPONS on the surface of our planet in LESS THAN FIFTY YEARS, and we are all still here, maybe you better get it through your heads that we cannot nuke ourselves into extinction… sure, we can kill millions and utterly destroy economies, societies and nations, but we did that in the last war with nothing much more than small arms and incendiary bombs.

Without exception, at this point the group splits into two, one is all male, and all engineers of some sort, the other group is everyone else, all the wimminz, and all the wimminz engineers.

I then point THIS fact out, and say that THIS is the most interesting and influential and important factor, because only the purely practical engineering male mind can build, or rebuild, yes, the purely practical male engineering mind can also destroy, but everyone else are just cyphers, they don’t really change the outcomes, except they make the practical male engineering types less incentivised to do any of the building or maintenance or rebuilding.

Usually at this point these groups break up, and I get accused of being a downer… lol

This time, because the European economy was on the agenda too, it didn’t, and tellingly it was one of the mother earth wimminz who asked the next poignant question….

My answer as near as I can recall was this;

“Say the shit starts to hit the fan right now, someone gets a newsflash on their smartphone, and say we are now sat in Greece or Spain, with me so far?”

everyone nods

“What I can do is get up, announce that I am going for a piss, go outside, get in my car, fill the tank with diesel, drive straight to a ferry, hit France, and 24 hours later I am in Greece or Spain or wherever it is I have bugged out to….”

They struggle for a while with the concept of literally just walking away from my scented candles, barry manilow records, rabbit vibes and louboutins, while it dawns that none of those things mean shit when the SHTF anyway.

What will you take with you, I am asked… I raise my eyebrows and point at myself.

What about gold and stuff, how are you gonna carry your wealth, how will you live, I am asked.

I point out that you cannot eat gold, only get killed for it, and my most valuable assets BY A FUCKING MILLION MILES are my own skills, my minimal needs, and my extreme flexibility.

So the earth mother wimminz speaks up again, you’d go in your car I assume, I say yeah, given a choice it offers more options than my bikes, given an hour I can throw all my digital assets in it, and a reasonable selection of tools, and it provides shelter from the elements as well as transport.

So, she says, if you are going in a car, you could take someone else with you.

Yeah, but it wouldn’t be a wimminz, doesn’t matter where I am going, there will be plenty of cunt there, and they will have seen the writing on the wall because of whatever is going down where I just left, so IF I fucking took someone it would be someone I could rely on, someone who would watch my back.

and again I witnessed a wimminz who was confronted with her SMV being zero.

===================================================
THIS IS WHERE IT GOT REALLY, REALLY INTERESTING
===================================================

Remember this is a group of people sat around in a social situation, many simultaneous conversations are going on about the subject in question.

So someone raised the subject of Gold again, and earth momma says “Yeah” because remember seeing her SMV as being zero is like the gambler looking for a line of credit, they will get on board ANY deal going.

What you fuckers do not realise, if your asset is Gold or cunt, it can be TAKEN from you, easily, but if you are trying to TRADE it with me in exchange for something YOU want, eg a fucking ride out of here to Greece or Spain RIGHT FUCKING NOW, or food and potable water along the way, or whatever, you have no way of FORCING that deal on me, on YOUR terms.

Your gold, or your cunt, is only worth what value ___I___ place on it, this is known as being “Marked to Market” I tell them.

Not willing to swallow this red pill, both earth momma and the niggerz start in on the shaming, “But what about your kids??? You just going to abandon them!”

Well, there are two answers to that, one is that the very reason for me bugging out means that if I stay I get rendered powerless and UNABLE to help them in any way, the other is an answer you are probably more likely to accept… that answer is “fuck em” as in “look after number one” as in “I’m alright Jack”

Earth momma is shaking her head in disbelief, and says she can’t believe my attitude, how can any man get so callous.

I smile sweetly, gesture with the nearly empty glass at the second group, e.g. all the non practical, non engineering, non males in the group, and say “Remember what I said a few minutes ago about being de-incentivised???”

Earth momma looks me straight in the eyes and say “What have I done for you lately”

I look straight back at her and say “Bingo!”

Earth momma nods, of course she gets it, this is EXACTLY how wimminz operate, who cares what you have done for them in the past, what have you done LATELY?

But, she is still the broke gambling addict looking for a line of credit, she isn’t prepared to work on the problem, she didn’t offer to refill my glass, do the lambada on my cock, or put diesel in my tank, she is still in denial, still playing “Can’t happen here”.

I spent the rest of the evening with the practical, male, engineering types, who did refill my glass, and made comments like “You know, now I am starting to see why you never buy any cars or bikes with electronics or computers under the hood, why you won’t have anything but pushrod engines or camchain (not cambelt) engines, why you won’t have anything highly tuned or fussy, why you like buck knives, zippos, quality old tools.”

Because I can DEPEND on the bastards.

To me, this is a thing of pleasure during fat times, but necessity when TSHTF.

If you can only ever carry one general purpose knife, make it a Buck.

If you can only ever carry one fire maker, make it a Zippo.

If you can only ever carry one bug out partner, make it a practical engineering type with a cock.

May 28, 2012

What MEN want.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:09 pm

Further to the weekend’s pub scene, I had a text from one of the guys, the young 18 y.o one, the chick who he told to buy her own drinks asked him what men wanted in wimminz, so he asked me, because he didn’t know where to start or how to put it in words.

So, wimminz, pay attention.

EVERY SINGLE ITEM IN THIS LIST is a negative point against you for any kind of relationship material, many of them are also negative points against you as being pump and dump cum bucket material, go work out for yourselves which is which.

I would suggest that if you can say “yes” to five or more of these, your future is going to be “interesting”, in the same sense of the Chinese curse about living in interesting times.

  1. You have kids.
  2. You have had more cocks than your shoe size.
  3. You have difficulty keeping a home clean.
  4. You have difficulty keeping the larder stored and cooking good home food from scratch.
  5. You have difficulty living within a strict household budget.
  6. Your inner thighs touch when you stand upright normally.
  7. You have any tats anywhere.
  8. You have or have ever had a facebook page.
  9. You ever make any claim of any kind that you have been the victim of DV or sexual abuse.
  10. You have ever had a threesome.
  11. You have ever cheated IN THEIR DEFINITION on any of the guys you have been with.
  12. You spend more on “beauty” products than you do on “cleaning and sanitary” products such as soap, shampoo and sanitary towels.
  13. You have more than 7 pairs of footwear or any description.
  14. You have more trousers/jeans/shorts than dresses.
  15. You do NOT have a waist.
  16. Your hair does not touch your shoulders.
  17. You cannot spell or do math.
  18. You like to watch soaps or chick flicks or rom coms.
  19. You have anything more than a single piercing in each ear.
  20. You do not TIUTA for your man (Take it up the ass)
  21. You cannot swallow at least 6″ of cock, and / or you do not swallow cum.
  22. You ever let your man get his own drink, whether it be coffee or a beer.
  23. You ever let your man run his own bath.
  24. Your topics of discussion ever include what your girlfriends are doing, where they are going on holiday, what they have, etc.
  25. You snore.
  26. You ever smell of anything except soap and water and perhaps FRESH sweat.
  27. You ever complain about period pains, or that you are on the rag.
  28. You ever tried to re-write your past.
  29. You ever lied to your man. This includes withholding shit like letters from the bank.
  30. You ever took a ten spot out of his wallet.
  31. You ever asked for permission to take a ten spot out of his wallet, or anything else that means opening his wallet.
  32. You ever took any kind of argument, disagreement or mood upstairs, much less into the bedroom.
  33. You ever talked down to or insulted or disrespected your man IN HIS EYES in public.
  34. You ever raised your hand against a man.
  35. You ever disrespected a man’s friends, or made them less than welcome.
  36. You ever flirted with a man’s friends, or allowed them to flirt with you instead of saying “Bob, I am with Steve, end of story.” or whatever as appropriate.
  37. You ever threw anything from the past in your man’s face.
  38. You ever put yourself before family, which your top priority is maintaining your kids relationships with their father, your husband.
  39. You get too drunk to drive more than once a month.
  40. You smoke more than 5 cigarettes a day.
  41. You take drugs.
  42. You ever fucked anyone radically outside your own ethnic group.
  43. You ever called the Police on a man.
  44. You ever called a Lawyer on a man.
  45. You ever tried to blame someone else for your own bad choices or judgement.
  46. You ever tried to ration sex with your man.
  47. You ever interrupted a man when he was speaking.
  48. You ever said Tom & Jerry or Cowboys and Indians is too violent for small boys.
  49. You ever failed to greet your man with a hug and a smile and a quick kiss.
  50. You ever failed to see your man off with a hug and a smile and a quick kiss.

May 27, 2012

I saw fear in her eyes….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:05 pm

…real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

An hour or so earlier, as the weather here has broken and the sun was in the sky, I walked down by the river, stopped at a pub, bought myself a drink and sat outside.

Before long I was joined by some other people, all strangers, and we got talking about the economy and what not, and one of the wimminz present said something about how the economy is bad for the wimminz too.

“That’s too bad” I said, in a voice devoid of any sympathy.

She wasn’t hip to this, and tried to tell me why I should care.

“Let me stop you right there” I said, and told her a little about me, a man who has travelled the world, a man who can make the water potable and make it flow, a man who can make the electricity and make it flow, a man who went to secret family court, where, contrary to everything we are told about justice and law, zero evidence of any kind is required to find you “guilty” of all sorts of obscene allegations, and you children will be abducted from you and the entire paternal family.

Meanwhile ALL the men at the table are nodding, not interrupting, but looking me in the eye and nodding… if they themselves do not have first hand personal experience of what I am describing, they all know someone close to them who has.

“Bottom line” I finish up, “is I will give a fuck about wimminz issues, when wimminz give a fuck about my issues… to be specific” I say “when I see wimminz protesting outside the courts and chaining themselves to the railings and PHYSICALLY and FINANCIALLY supporting men who have been fucked by the state, then, and only then, will I begin to give a very small fuck, about the welfare of those specific wimminz only.”

She looked at me for a moment, and at her girlfriends, and laughingly pointed at the river winding past the pub, and said “So if I fell in there and started to drown, you wouldn’t save me.“… clearly expecting Mr White Knight to come out.

“No, I would not” I said, in exactly the same totally uninterested and uninvolved and uncaring tone that I would have used had she asked me if I might ever be interested in a 419 scam.

“You cannot mean that” she said “bu bu bu but it would be illegal to sit there drinking your beer and watch me drown!!!”

“Unfortunately” I said “I have not had the appropriate health and safety training to dive into a river and save someone, besides, how would I know it was not all a big joke and you were not crying wolf?”

There was a pause, and she asked if I would jump in to save “him”, pointing at a guy sat opposite to me.

“Fuck yeah” I said, “I *am* my brothers keeper”

She looked at me with real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

Not fear of me, because it was as clear to her as it was to everyone else at the table that I would not raise one finger to harm her, nor would I raise one finger to save her.

One of the other girls said “this is creepy” and it fell on stony ground.

The “him” opposite looks at me and says “did you drive here or walk?”

“Walked” I said

“Then my friend,” he says “I am going to buy you a beer, and you are not going to fucking insult me by refusing it.”

And so like one tiny shred of crystal dropped into a saturated solution, the “Fuck you bitch” attitude coalesced and grew around the table, and where before there was flirting bullshit and open sexual innuendo, there grew very formal and very polite and very dismissive discourse from the men to the wimminz, and within 20 minutes the wimminz left, trying one last sally “coming boys?” to which the boy in question, who was all of 18, replied “Nah, go and buy your own fucking drinks, I’m staying here and chilling.”

We spent the next three hours discussing everything from motorcycles through computers through tools through great roads to drive on, great dishes to eat in foreign climes, music, you name it.

A couple of hours into it I said to the young lad who told the wimminz to buy their own fucking drinks that I hoped I hadn’t spoiled his evening, he laughed uproariously and informed me that sluts are two a penny, but being able to sit around and table with MEN and discuss anything without fear of upsetting some slut was one of the best nights he had had in ages, and was I ready for another one.

I woke up this morning to a text message from one of them “dude, bbq at my place monday evening, no slits, coming?”

We, as a nation, certainly in this region, are so prepared for a “reset” and the next level / change (when I say we I mean the men) that it surprises even me, that wimminz who got scared and left was far more perceptive than I. She got the atmosphere instantly, it took me three hours and more beer than I could handle to get it.

What scared her was not an atmosphere where any of the men there would do her harm, but an atmosphere where someone had pressed GAME OVER and suddenly none of the men there would lift a finger to support or aid her, not even in pursuit of access to her cunt.

It was only after several strong black coffees this morning that it came to me, and I am not sure it is an expression that will mean anything to my american readers, as I have not even heard it used in this country for over 20 years.

The wimminz at that table were “sent to Chelsea”, and that is what scared them.

When someone was “sent to Chelsea” it meant that everyone else at the workplace simply ignored them wherever possible, and where not possible dealt with them as politely, and courteously, and firmly, and dismissively as possible.. it was usually reserved for “blacklegs” and “lackeys”, but was the ultimate in “cold shoulder” treatment for those who it was felt had betrayed the group for their own immediate gain.

May 26, 2012

The first rule of fuck club

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 5:39 pm

For whatever reasons, I appear to have become the “go to guy” for some men around here.

Turns out there are no shortage of guys who can see that the economy and society is a slow mo train wreck in progress, and that the crash is going to happen in their lifetimes, so what to do.

First thing you have to do is stay under the fucking radar, the absolute fucking worst place to be when the wimminz and niggerz and societah starts to double down in earnest is in prison.

The second worst place to be is flagged on the state’s shit lists, which means recently released from prison, or awaiting trial, avoid at all and any costs.

While I myself may be taking a breather from finding skank ho’s to pump and dump on PoF, it is instructive to go back and look at the wimminz on PoF when you don’t even have any interest in fucking any of them.

In the past 3 years I have looked at literally tens of thousands of wimminz profiles, anecdotally and off the top of my head;

  • 50% of them work for the state in some worthless or negative value capacity, often part time.
  • 10% of them are “self employed” which means they make cupcakes or are hairdressers and make pin money to gain entitlement to state top ups such as working tax credit… jobs which will vanish into thin air the moment the economy crashes.
  • 20% of them do clerical work for companies that are basically working mainly for the state, but not actually the state itself…
  • 5% are “nurses”
  • 5% are “carers”
  • 1% actually have a trade, e.g. veterinarian or pharmacist or doctor
  • 1% do some menial practical job like driver
  • 3% state that they are a “stay at home mum” or say nothing about their career.

In short, at least 93% of all wimminz have a negative economic value and represent nothing but a burden to the state, however the flipside of this is that wimminz represent the majority OF the state, and so wield disproportionate levels of power within it.

In short, the two are so intertwined that essentially they become the same thing, you cannot split the state and wimminz any more than you can split the atom into its component parts and expect it to stay that way.

Wimminz and the State stand, or fall, together, as one.

There are many things that I cannot speak of, many confidences I cannot breach, but I do not suppose anyone reading this will find it a big leap to accept that both wimminz and the state are well aware that things are amiss in the state of Denmark, and they are also both well aware that they do not know how to “fix” it.

In my now not so recent secret family court appearances, more than anything else I was struck by the total lack of intellect in all those officials involved, and I have met some of our country’s very top “leaders” and seen the exact same fucking thing.

In shades of another ancient tale about King Alfred, I wouldn’t trust David Cameron to be left in charge of some cakes in the oven, I haven’t had the “pleasure” of meeting Barry-O, but I’d borrow money to place a bet at short odds that he is no better.

I realise that it is an old man’s disease to cry that the sky is falling, and nostalgia ain’t what it used to be, and I side with a very intelligent man named Mark Twain, who said that history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

Are we headed for World War 3 and Mad Max and One boy and his Dog?

I don’t actually think so, because we are on the cusp of so many technological events, and like all things 99% of the change happens in the last 1% of the event duration, so while WW3 would be “change” I thing what we are actually looking it is a quite different sort of “change”, but one that may well involve many smaller regional conflicts, both internal and inter-nation-al in nature.

Energy for one is a motherfucker.

I can tell you, for a fact, that “the internet” in the UK, which excludes all the servers and home computers, and just means the fucking network itself, absorbs around 10% of total peak electrical generating capacity.

If we implement a Star Trek / Minority Report level of “IT” tomorrow, where we each have multiple 4k screens streaming and processing live data and video calling, we are going to ramp that “the internet” energy consumption up from 10% of 2012 installed generating capacity to 50% at least.

And the fact is 4k won’t be enough.

Let me explain with a real world example.

Let us look at the world of CNC machining, say you are a home hobbyist with a machine that has a maximum work envelope 100 x 100 x 100 mm.

Let us start off with a very basic and crude machine that can only work to a precision of ± 1 mm.

This machine can travel 100 mm from X0, Y0, to X100, Y0.

Then 1 mm from X100, Y0 to X100, Y1

Then 100 mm from X100, Y1 to X0, Y1

Rinse and repeat, 100 x 100 mm journeys left and right, and 100 x 1 mm journeys in Y, which equals 10,100 mm travelled to traverse through every possible point on the bottom layer of the machine’s work envelope, but we can now go up in the Z axis another 99 mm, so the machine can in fact travel 1,010,000 millimetres to go through every single point in its work envelope.

If this machine can move at a maximum of 1 metre per second, which is reasonably FAST for such a cheap and nasty hobby home machine, then it will take 1,010 seconds, or 16.80 minutes, to traverse every possible point.

If the machine is using a total of 1,000 watts for the spindle and axis controls and computer controls, then it also just consumed 16.8/60 or 0.28 kWh

At 15 pence (£0.15) per kWh that is 3.75 pence worth of energy used.

All very well, but 1 mm precision is pretty useless, so lets say we up it by ONE SINGLE ORDER OF MAGNITUDE to 0.1 mm precision.

Since we are dealing in three dimensions, XYZ, we are making not just ten time the number or possible points that the machine can work through, but 10 x 10 x 10 = 1,000

So lets go back to those numbers.

Instead of 16.8 minutes to traverse every possible point, it now takes 16,800 minutes, or 280 hours.

(trying to cut this significantly will VASTLY increase the energy used to get far faster feeds and harsher acceleration of the work table, before long you get to the point where you are pushing it so hard it deforms the machine and you just lost ALL accuracy)

Instead of 0.28 kWh consumed to do that, it has now consumed 280 kWh

Instead of an electric bill for 3.75 pence, we have an electric bill for £37.50

However, in reality 0.1 mm precision isn’t a great deal of use for much engineering.

So another order of magnitude to 0.01 mm, which is enough for most large scale engineering like motor bearings and such like.

Another thousandfold increase.

So instead of 280 hours to traverse every single possible point, it now takes 280,000 hours, or a shade shy of 32 years.

Instead of 280 kWh used it is now 280 MWh.

Instead of £37.50 it is now £37,500.00

And so you see, from this very simple, real world, real physics, example, that we are hitting a point where change has to happen.

Here is another real world example.

Light travels at approximately 300 million metres per second, and the speed of electricity in a semiconductor is around  slower… we will call it 250 million metres per second.

If you run an oscillator, or CPU clock, at 5 GHZ, that is 5 with nine zeroes, so we can do some simple math, if electricity travels 250 million metres in one second, how far can it travel in one five billionth of one second.

The answer is 250,000,000 / 5,000,000,000 = 0.05 metres, which is 5 cm.

So unless we wish to break the speed of light, or indulge in designing AN ENTIRELY NEW system of electronics where different parts of the chip work at unsynchronised clock ticks, we just found the upper physical size limit of a single chip, and this is assuming electricity travels at 250,000 Km/sec in silicon, it does NOT, it travels far slower.

So of necessity, a chip running at a 5 GHz clock has to be half the size in any dimesion of a chip running at 2.5 GHz, this is fundamental basic physics.

The only way you can get more is to either break the speed of light, or put two cores on one die and start doing parallel processing, which is why today I am typing this on a laptop with 4 cores, each running at 2.5 GHz.

To go faster I need either 8 cores running at 2.5 GHz, or 4 cores half the physical size of these, running at 5 GHz.

Now, to get back to the beginning of all this.

Who do we know who are intellectually incapable of understanding any of this?

Who do we know who do not understand that a 1,000 mile journey done at an average speed of 50 mph (which is actually quite good for ANY road vehicle, even a Lamborghini on the Cannonball Run) cannot simply be made into a 2 hour journey at 500 mph AVERAGE speed, because the physics of the real world prevent it… especially when the vehicle in question is intended to transport 50 tons of food that 1,000 miles…..

Wimminz and their niggerz in the State.

So yes, we are heading for “change”… >;*)

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May 25, 2012

Beauty is in the eye of the hurricane.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:50 am

I’ve been thinking about this for best part of a year now, and have alluded to it now and again, but I think the time has come to come right out and say it.

There are no sexually attractive wimminz left in the west.

If the raw material was anything worth having, the western diet and porking out killed it.

If that wasn’t enough there will be tramp stamp tats all over it.

If that wasn’t enough there will be fucked up haircuts and chandeliers for earrings.

If that wasn’t enough, just in case you were blind and deaf, there is the fucking ATTITUDE and total lack of anything even remotely resembling feminine charms and grace.

I’ll come right out and say it.

I just can’t get a boner for flesh and blood wimminz in the west no more.

When it started I addressed the issue by indulging in kink, and as that got tired I got into kinkier kink, and as that got tired I thought fuck it.

So I started working my way down in years, 45 was my cut off (I’m in my 50’s) then 40, then 35, then 30, then I got to 25 and thought fuck it. (you know something is seriously fucking wrong when a guy in his 50’s is rejecting chicks in their 20’s wholesale as unfuckable)

I started to get REAL picky, any excuse from a few pounds overweight to something in the background of the PoF pic that I didn’t like, and then I thought fuck it.

So I eventually resorted to fantasy, fuck em from behind and close my fucking eyes and fantasise, and then I thought fuck it.

The reason I can’t get a boner for wimminz today is because I have overdosed on all their fucking bullshit, I’m sat here at 3:15 am, ALONE, and the fact is I DO NOT WANT A FUCKING WIMMINZ AROUND, EVEN FOR COMPANY.

I am just not that lonely, I cannot get that fucking lonely that I will trade my own space for THE ILLUSION of someone who gives a fuck about me.

Sure, I have damn near 40 years worth of HABIT of letching at wimminz, but I have zero urge to to anything about it.

I can’t even bring myself to indulge in some inane chat on PoF for a quick fuck.

I can’t even bring myself to text one of the sluts and say “I need to dump some cum” and do exactly that, no speaking no nothing just whip it out, slam it in and spurt.

It just doesn’t have any attraction.

Thing is, I realised WHY tonight while talking to a 24 year old skank on PoF, she asked me what I wanted.

What I want(ed) is the sort of WOMEN, not wimminz, WOMEN, that used to be around as late as the late 80’s, women with some shred of femininity… there weren’t many of them left by then, but there were a few.

Take all that good stuff away and all you have is some meat with an attitude that sucks.

Hell, earlier this year I had one totally submissive skank ho slut, actually not bad looking, 22 years old and wanting (google it) “24/7 TPE/IE” e.g. a willing slave. It lasted a fucking week and I just could not be bothered with the 11 mile drive.

One a wimminz has had more cocks than her shoe size that is it, she loses that femininity and allure, and gets the thousand cock stare and glassy eyes if the whore.

1985, that was the last time I did not get to fuck on the first date, and I fell for the femininity and allure and yeah it ended, but a few years later and it just wore out, it was a civilised and graceful ending.

Since 1985 the only way I was able to get a woman who had less cocks than her shoe size was to get a virgin intacta with an intact hymen, and none of them (3) grew up in houses with a father figure, and so they were totally androgynous in personality, not a feminine bone in their bodies.

Now, it being near the end of the month of May, 2012, a wimminz who has not had at least 5 cocks so far this fucking year is as rare as rocking horse shit, and it’s not the quantity of cock per se, it is the thousand cock whore’s glassy eyes and attitude that fucks it for me.

1985, the last time I could smell a woman, even though I hadn’t been near her for 24 hours, and a heavenly smell it was too.

My grandfather pulled me aside when I was a young man and gave me some advice, the older I get, the smarter he was.

He held up his hand, and said that if a woman has had more men than fingers on her hand, she is changed forever into a whore, and whores are only good for fucking and leaving.

Being young and stupid, and worried, I asked him, what about men gramps, what if men have had more women than fingers on his hand.

Men are made different he said, the things a man loves and believes in when he is 15 he will still believe in and love when he is 75, though he may get short tempered, but women he said are always changing the things they love and the things they believe in.

He was a farmer, and he finished by saying it wasn’t just people, you could look at dogs or horses or cattle, the male animals were constant, the female animals were creatures of change.

Wimminz be the best fucking contraceptive on the planet.

I have literally as much urge to fuck a wimminz, even an “8” who is slim and fit and 25, as I have to cornhole some overweight sweaty fag.

No boner, not even a twinge. Peter Pecker is on strike.

Hell, at least I rode high on the hog when there were women about, before the wimminz took over like some bodysnatcher / zombie plague.

I will report back if I go back on PoF, but for now at least it is time to call it a day as far as cunt is concerned.

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May 4, 2012

Codename “Bitch”

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 7:58 pm

In a recent post in a recent thread over at The Spearhead (link on right) poster “Lara” had this to say;

Men should be content to have one nice looking, pleasant personality woman in their lives. If they are really alpha maybe they can bump that up to one or two more. I don’t like this idea that they always need something new.

Well thanks for that Lara, and fuck you very much.

But this is worth dissecting, because wimminz often unwittingly say what they mean, not what they want us to hear, for example wimminz on PoF often type that they are looking for men, when they want us to hear they are looking for a man…

Lara is in fact saying the following things;

  1. That all men should be content to have one, self proclaimed, nice looking pleasant personality wimminz in their lives, not their bed, their lives, so this can be a mother, a boss, a sister, all will do.
  2. That truly alpha males, as judged by wimminz, may be able to up this to two or more, a nice mom AND a nice boss.
  3. That no man should be allowed to move on to pastures / wimminz new.
  4. What she did NOT say, anything at all about wimminz who are honest or loyal or true to their word, or indeed sane.

I, however, have a different set of rules.

  1. _I_ decide what is a good looking wimminz.
  2. _I_ decide what is a pleasant personality wimminz.
  3. I will not allow ANY wimminz who is not both pleasant and sane anywhere in my life.
  4. I will make a temporary exception to rule 3 from time to time, at my sole discretion, for the purposes of fucking some skank ho.
  5. I will not allow any wimminz to put her value judgements upon me in any way that affects my life… hold an OPINION of me if you like bitch, but keep it to yourself.
  6. Actually living a life with a set of values that opposes everything these wimminz would wish upon men is reason enough, eg being contrary to wimminz wishes is always the smart choice.
  7. AWALT, no such things as unicorns or dragons or wimminz who are honest and loyal and true to their word.

Bottom line is the home truth that everyone is trying to avoid giving voice to is this.

ONE – a small minority of wimminz who are fertile and sexually attractive can enjoy, for a decade or so, the pull on a man’s strings awarded by that fertility and sexual attractiveness.

TWO – for all other wimminz, you better be pleasant company and a good housekeeper or a fucking heiress, because you have sweet fuck all else to offer a man.

Lara, and her ilk, talking shit like she is actually worth anything to a man, is a lot like the bankrupt bankers and their ponzi schemes talking shit like their plans or pieces of paper are actually worth anything to a man… the idea is to distract you from stopping to consider the real basis of what is at the heart of the subject, and waste you time and energy arguing about the colour of the curtains.

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April 6, 2012

If sexual assault was a wad of cash….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:23 pm

In a week that seems to be more than usually filled with hateful micro-cephalic feminazi skanks biting my ankles, I had one of those “bro in need” phone calls.

This is how I pay back my dues, I am my brother’s keeper when he wakes up and smells the feminazi’s roasting his nuts over an open fire….

So I explain to this particular brother, who just started a walk in shoes familiar to many of us, a separation and child custody battle kicked off by accusations of domestic violence and sexual abuse, because since 2010 there has to be one or the other for the wimminz to get the full unlimited Legal Aid…

Imagine there is a wad of twenties done up in a rubber band, just sitting there on the passenger seat of your car, you can equate this wad of twenties to the scantily dressed young woman.

e.g. just because it is there on show does not mean that it is OK for you to smash the window, reach in and grab it.

So far, all the feminazis will be along for the ride…

If you take that wad of notes, and start repeatedly riffling it right under my nose, that is not the same thing at all, while you cannot exclaim total surprise and “who could possibly have predicted that that might happen” if someone throws a brick through your car window and grabs the wad of bills, if you start deliberately riffling the wad literally right under the noses of people, literally in their faces with it, expect someone to take it off you and shove it up your ass, along with your teeth… not if, but when.

The feminazis of course will still wilfully and misleadingly gaslight and equate riffling the wad in some guys nose as being no different to leaving the wad in your car.

But wait, it gets worse….

Seeing the alleged effect that a wad of money / being scantily dressed and young and sexy has, some wimminz decide to emulate this behaviour, except they kinda fall short at being scantily dressed, and look like cheap sluts, often rode hard and hung up wet cheap sluts.

The wad of bills equivalent is turning up with a wad of monopoly money.

and this is where the feminazis get REALLY pissed, because it is all fucking true.

Leave a wad of monopoly money in plain sight on the dash of your car, and you could probably do so in a convertible and still come back an hour later and find that “money” right where you left it.

Which will of course piss off the feminazis, because you found their money unattractive and un-stealable and unworthy of your attention and time… so they will gaslight you and make it about anything at all except the rather obvious fact that you had no fucking interest whatsoever in the bunch of less than toilet paper, which is what the monopoly money was to you, at least you can wipe your ass with toilet paper.

Take that wad of monopoly money and riffle it under the nose of random guys and you will still get it shoved up your ass, along with your teeth, because frankly it was the in your face taunting that provoked the reaction you got, the “twenties” being real or monopoly money made no difference whatsoever, another sore point for the feminazis.

Which brings us to the whole “why would I steal that which I do not want even when you are giving it away” argument, and god forbid you actually tell the truth, which to get back to the case of the brother in question was “why the fuck would I want to rape the bitch, she now weighs 190 lbs, not the 125 lbs she did when we got married, and the total lack of any sexual attraction is where the fucking relationship died….”

This is real anathema to the feminazi skank ho’s and their niggerz…

Why the fuck would I steal your monopoly money you stupid lying childish bitch?

Course, there is no sane or rational or logical answer to that, so the feminazis invoke the whole gas-lighting thing, because the one question you must never ever ever be allowed to voice is the one that goes “Is the real problem here that I am NOT interested in your/her fucking monopoly money? much less whether or not I actually stole any of it….”

And so it was with my “brother in need” we had this conversation, it’s not about the fucking money, or if it was stolen and if so by whom and how, it’s about whether the fucking “money” was actually greenbacks or sterling or francs, or whether it was monopoly money.

And so it was with my “brother in need”, yeah man, it is as fucking obvious as the noses on our faces to all concerned that it is indeed monopoly money, so the question you need to ask yourself is this bro, why are the police and child services and lawyers and family court all treating this case as though that monopoly money was real…  because it is as obvious to them as it is to you or me that were a real wad of real twenties involved here, whatever did or did not go down would have been radically different in detail to what is being alleged here….

And so it was with my “brother in need”, if everyone concerned knows it wasn’t a real wad of twenties, why is everyone treating you like a cunt? Because that is their JOB, that is what they DO, that IS their 9 to 5…. these fuckers have all “specialised” in the whole feminazi industry.

And so it was with my “brother in need”, monopoly money or not, it serves to earn those concerned real money (obvious parallels here to the whole western debt crisis, but there we go) so any threat to “out” the paper in question as being monopoly money is a threat to cost them all real money… you are effectively waving REAL money under their noses, and threatening to take it away from them… you wonder why they treat you as the fucking enemy bro?

My brother in need now sees the days and weeks and months ahead of him for what they really are, a job club for these parasites, there is no justice, just us.

In his own words “I guess deep down I always knew, but I didn’t want to go there because it means no matter what I do I am fucked and I have lost my kids, and I didn’t want to accept that, I’m a man, and men are supposed to fight to the death for their kids….”

“says who” I replied…………. “says the very people that depend on keeping YOU in the game to maximise their ongoing future earning potential….”

I told him, my own FRA, I got arrested for sure, spent 5 hours in custody and 90 minutes being interrogated, and that was it Jack, I didn’t call the ex bitch, didn’t email her, didn’t do shit, nobody on the criminal side got even one more hour of billable time, and the fucking civil / family court side only got the bare minimum, because I never did a damn thing that allowed them to add a single hour of booked time, while maintaining throughout an air of polite but utter contempt for them all.

THAT was why they all hated me bro, because I was wise to the game and did NOT play by their rules, and start screaming and shouting about the injustices of being railroaded for some fucking monopoly money that never even existed in the first fucking place… and thus allow them all to add wads of billable hours to a case with ongoing increasing complexity.

They all got sweet fuck all from me, but the contempt for all of them written all over my face.

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February 2, 2012

The old vs the new.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:46 pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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