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December 22, 2012

Mental as anything


It seems to me in many ways that the less I give a fuck about teh wimminz, and the more I see them as stupid creatures that never pay attention to a word of truth that I say, and the more I judge them based on their actions while ignoring all their words (which unlike my words are ALWAYS contrary to their actions) the more they respect and want me.

I end up being offered “friends with benefits” deals that if I had come straight out and asked for them on day one would have been refused, instead I allow them to attempt to fill the role of girlfriend, and fail miserably, and then be delighted to fulfil the role of friend with benefits.

I could sit here and cry in my beer and lament the waste that is jane47, she could make a good little girlfriend or maybe even one day wife if she dropped the bullshit, but it’s never going to happen, or I can do what I do and accept the reality that jane47 is offering me friends with benefits, once a week or once a fortnight use of her body for sexual purposes at zero cost to me… a gift… I’m still looking for the downside to this method…

It’s a lot like living in a world where we would hope that the politicians and po-lice and legal system were not hopelessly corrupt and incompetent, it’s a nice fucking thought, but the reality is somewhat different, and I am instead offered the use of the state and system and infrastructure at zero cost while I ghost through the economy living the simple life but warm and dry and fed…. you see the parallels here.

Case in point.

Now and again I indulge myself in speculative thoughts and projections, what if’s.

Last week I did one of these, you can do it where you live.

Make the case for buying with a loan or leasing an Epilog Zing 24, in the business sense, work out a viable business plan with the paying work your are going to get so you can own this toy for yourself, who your customers are, how much you will charge, so it comes out with the sort of hard projected numbers you’d need to do the business load plan with anyway.

eg I can etch 40 pieces of leather a week for 50 bucks a pop to supply the local leather car seat maker so he can get his own logo etched on his shit.

Except, there is no local leather maker, and if there was, he would be bunging me 40 jobs a week, not a 50 bucks a pop… at 5 bucks a pop he might…  rinse and repeat for other possible customers.

I know someone who did this years ago in Spain, Ford has recently moved production of the sub compact Fiesta to Spain, and this guy knew one of the buyers (which is KEY to any viable business model, find your market) and so he ended up buying a big industrial metal cutting laser from Italy, all it did all day was feed in a spool of alloy like a narrow toilet roll, and cut out the word “Fiesta” to be stuck on the rear hatchback of the car.

I end up that I cannot come up with a viable business model to support the purchase of the laser in this city, and if I do a google it’s not because there is already someone here offering laser engraving and cutting, there isn’t.

There are plenty of people walking around with smartphones who’d like them laser engraved, both to personalise them and for security / ownership marking purposes, but nobody is going to pay 50 bucks a pop… like the hypothetical leather guy, maybe I could get the customer numbers at 5 bucks a pop, but that isn’t a viable business model…. people have gotten too used to the imported 1.99 crap

There may be enough POTENTIAL customers out there, but there aren’t enough ACTUAL customers of the type to bling up their iDevice and who would see 50 bucks a pop as small change.

OK so it’s Christmas and I could cut some fancy snowflakes in acrylic for the top of the tree, but again 50 a pop plus 20 for the acrylic means 70 bucks a pop, for something people might pay 5 bucks for… after all an imported phone case can be had for 1.99…

…and this is the essential problem with the economy and why there is no manufacturing base left, there just aren’t enough potential customers around who are both able AND prepared to pay what it costs to do stuff locally, and I can’t reduce the costs of doing stuff locally because there is no local manufacturing base left, I have to buy A USA made laser or a chinese knock off with a crap tube with a lower capital cost but a higher maintenance and running cost and lower flexibility.

A “thing” has a perceived street value of 5 bucks, but there is no way to bring the unit cost below 50 bucks, there is no fix to this, you either go ahead and trade at a loss and cease to be economically active, or you admit you are beat from the get go, and cease to be economically active…. and this spreads… nobody else who depends on locally available laser cutting and engraving can be active, and the ripples spread.

How did we get to this from wimminz who fail to make the grade as girlfriend material but are acceptable as fuck-buddies?

Well, everything I said about the potential laser engraving business I can say about jane47 sexually.

How is she going to make the business case for me to buy or lease her cunt, she can either go ahead and trade at a loss and end up being marked to market at 1.99, or she can say fuck it and not trade at all and accept it is worth 1.99.

What she can’t do is make it worth 5 bucks, much less 50, and more than I can make people queue up to buy my services at 50 bucks a pop.

Like the putative laser business, the access to cunt / relationshit business also depends on the local market conditions, and that means associated and supporting and dependent “industries”…  jane48, 49, 50 et al have their perceived street value already set by jane47, who is offering friends with benefits… zero cost.

Like the putative laser business, you can’t fix all the other local economic problems that raise the cost of doing business by giving me a government grant for a free laser, I still have to buy a USA made Epilog or a chinese knock off… just like there is no supplier of non ferrous metals within 50 miles of here, and they have fuck all stock, and thanks to the cost of diesel and other local economic factors it is all fucking expensive anyway.

A free laser doesn’t cut the cost of 25mm cast acrylic for laser cut trophies, and the acrylic supplier isn’t going to buy a whole sheet at 2,000 bucks so he can sell me one trophy sized piece every 5 days….US Debt to GDP Since Independence_1

… and so it is with cunt… you can’t fix all the problems with cunt by offering me a government supplied or mandated personal slut to fuck.

The putative laser business is like the putative jane47 as steady girlfriend/wife, both require me to make a long and sustained effort and investment in the belief that it will reap future rewards… you can’t government mandate THAT attitude from me, or other entrepreneurs or potential husbands or members of society.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-2251847/Plebgate-When-police-lie-politicians-ALL-worried.html

So the talking heads are worried, but the responses and comments tell the truth, the po-lice have been lying about us citizens for so long that nobody on the street trusts them, or the fucking politicians, or the fucking mainstream media….

Shades of the wimminz who are only just waking up to the fact that their cunt is only worth 1.99, not because I as a man value it at that, but because OTHER WIMMINZ value cunt at 1.99, and hey buddy, if that is too rich for you, here, take it for free, be my fuck-buddy.

Fixing the local economy and recognising that there is a certain minimum level of local manufacturing and industry that must be maintained before anything else can prosper, is in fact not merely a good analogy to fixing the problem of the value of wimminz, it is in fact also a pre-requisite.

If you don’t know the value of work and investment, you don’t know the value of anything.

I cannot see the laser business as viable, not just because of the business model, but the wider local economy and conditions, so I do not do it, but the problem wasn’t my lack of ability or talent or willingness to work for nowt until it flew on its own.

This means that nobody sees my ability, or talent, or willingness to work, because I choose to withhold all those things, the risk vs reward extant is just too heavily loaded against me.

Same shit goes for jane47, I don’t see her as a viable long term girlfriend or wife, not just because of her, but the wider societal and legal conditions, so I do not do it, but the problem wasn’t my lack of ability to be a great husband and father and partner and pillar of society.

This means that nobody sees my potential as a husband and father and partner and pillar of society, because I choose to withhold all those things.

And all of us withholding all those things becomes the perfect storm, whether you are talking about the local economy or the local matrimonial state.

We were the fucking canaries in the coal mine, and my how they laughed at all our hilarious death throes…. now the gas has reached THEIR level, and THEY are starting to take note and panic, and they find themselves Neimoller’ed, they didn’t say shit when they came for the fathers and husbands and self employed small businessmen, now there is nobody left to give a fuck when the ship has sunk to the point where the seas are coming over the railings on the first class decks and the fights start.

Go ahead, do the laser experiment for your town.

Then do a couple of others…

  • Can I build my motorsickle and put it on the road…. check
  • Can I get access to free cunt via fuckbuddies…. check

do I look like I give a fuck about any one or any thing else….

September 8, 2012

One flew over the skank ho’s nest

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:58 pm

One of the interesting things about site stats is seeing what links people do NOT click, the Men’s Links get almost no action, compared to links within posts or pages themselves, which is a shame because fully half of the men’s links are to do with the world and economy… no one trick pony stuff here, but apparently it falls on stony ground.

You know that thing about your pornstar name, name of your first pet + name of the street you grew up on, hell of a think when that comes up with more genuine sounding names than people’s actual given names, which is quite often the state of affairs now for anyone under 20, because they were named by their skank ho single mommy while she was high on bukkake..

But, in an allegory to the warning that the command “Fire!” could be issued in any language, even a funny sounding one, some of these kids with the wierded out names can come out with some stone cold shit.

So there I was, the autumn chill starting to bite in the evening, talking to some of the young scum, when one of them said something stone cold to me… he tells me I am a lucky motherfucker, because I have access to submissive sluts, I countered by saying there are submissive sluts his age, I know because I fucked one a few weeks ago and she was the same age as him.

So he takes the last draw on his smoke and flicks it into the canal and says “Yeah, but the ones your age can see the buzzards circling, they meet a proper man like you and see the last chance saloon, they see us and just see young boys, and the girls our age all think they are going to get a real big break and make it big any day soon now…

I just look at him silently, waiting for him to continue… he does…

makes a difference, you know, when a bitch thinks she has options, you know, she sees the buzzards and then sees you as a ride outta town, the older bitches you get like that ***** slut, they know it is all downhill, you’re the last proper man they are going to meet…

He’s 20 and has the declining SMV thing down stone cold, and I am looking at him and left with a powerful reminder that man was always a cursorial hunter, every 4 legged critter on the planet was faster than man, but man would walk them down, for days if required, and here is a man accepting that while certain game is on the menu now, he will have to await the passage of many moons and the acquisition of much experience before he can hunt other classes of game.

Irrespective of questions about which types of game are more worthy, I am left with the lasting feeling that the hunter / survival ethos is strong in this one.

The cosmic hilarity that somewhere in the 99% of “dark DNA” that comprise us, is the wiring and solution to the quite new and apparently unique problem of feminazism fucking up the world, Atlas didn’t shrug, DNA did.

50% youth unemployment in Spain and Greece, meet “the devil finds work for idle hands”.

…and some of those idle hands have been listening to older men like me, and hearing what we say…  like previous to this the conversation about asking various wimminz to define the differences between a whore and a slut, the conversation about how wimminz hate a man who makes then work for something, and then sets no further goals, but love a man who treats them like a disposable employee who only keeps the job as long as they show a profit for the company, the conversation about how every wimminz knows at least two wimminz who are in “unhaaaaaapy” marriages, but their husbands will be the last to know…

I may not be right about any of it, they will listen simply on the basis that it is an alternative TV channel to all the mainstream 57 varieties of social programming, brownshirts, blackshirts, SWAPO children’s army, Mao’s revolutionary kindergarten, and Hitler’s kinder egg, there is a vast and untapped resource here, just waiting for the right messiah, the right messenger.

Meanwhile I am living in a fucking asylum, so I need not seek it, and the feminazi inmates have long since taken over and are running the place into the ground, keep faking the meds, and fucking the skanks.

Smoke ’em if you got ’em.

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.

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THIS IS WHERE IT GOT REALLY, REALLY INTERESTING
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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.

February 12, 2012

Up, and down, up, and down…


…it’s a song from 1999 that for some reason got stuck in my head last week, so instead of conversation, such as “Oh yes” or “and what did you say” or “so how was that new bar you were going to” I end up wiggling my eyebrows at them and saying “Up, and down….Up, and down….”

mental health, it is an issue… lol, we have met the enemy, and he is us, our enemy is the enemy within, the white knight niggerz mangina that is bred into us all, programmed by the very language we speak, and I do not mean the feminazi MSM dialogue, I mean the language of English itself.

It’s only when you learn OTHER languages that you start to make connections about English as a language, and a language is of necessity a programming language, it is the language we use to communicate and describe the world around us.

Sometimes language is also like an aquarium, the view from outside looking in is different from the view inside looking out, and sometimes you have to venture out of your own aquarium to find a language capable of expressing that which you wish to describe.

There are probably few actual English words left in English, and those that survive have been changed, all the rest is imported from abroad… just as it is flatly impossible to separate out the influences of the Roman conquest 2,000 years ago and the Norman conquest 1,000 years ago (and the Viking raids etc) and arrive at a true English culture.

So only a non Spaniard can go to Spain, and point to three words;

  1. Casa – House
  2. Casado – Married
  3. Casadoras – Handcuffs

….and smirk, to be met by utterly blank looks on the faces of the Spaniards themselves, as though you just pointed out “the” / “there” / “theremins” … because by definition being a native English speaker I will not be able to come up with three English words that do this, or spot them when pointed out to me.

So thought processes end up in a rut, in a closed loop, much like the Vengaboys – Up and down song that started all this off, a mindless little tune and lyric that gets stuck in your head, and you end up talking crap to people, crap that is perfectly in context from your perspective, but from theirs makes them look at you as if you were slightly mad.

What’s that you say? All wimminz are filthy lying whores?

Bzzzzt, does not compute, you end up sounding like a candidate for the nice men in white coats, because just as the Spanish word for foreigner and the Spanish word for stranger are essentially the same thing, estrangero, the English word for someone who has truly swallowed the red pill and gone all the way down the rabbit hole, and the English word for someone who is a menace to society are essentially the same thing.

Every man who has stood in a secret family court and / or been falsely accused of  rape knows EXACTLY what I mean, they are using words that sound exactly like the words you grew up with, except they now have radically different meanings.

Down the rabbit hole where NOT buying your girlfriend a diamond ring for valentine’s day does NOT constitute a pre-meditated act of domestic violence and oppression and control.

So yesterday I am on PoF and this skank ho tells me the reason she split from her ex, was they weren’t getting on, and so one day she slapped him, and he put her in the hospital for three days… so I ask her, what did you learn from this, and get the predicted response, don’t be around violent men, and I point out to her a better lesson might be don’t bite off more than you can chew, after all, she instigated the violence. What did she expect???

It is only when I quite correctly pointed out that (due to other things and inconsistencies said in chat) that she is a liar and a hypocrite that she started to go all cold on me, me siding with the guy who allegedly put her in hospital for three days did not turn her off.

These brain draining parasites in the secret family courts, wimminz movements and so on all inhabit a world where no woman ever gets a throbbing dripping wet cunt at the thought and practice of a man giving her exactly the kind or pre-arranged and discussed and agreed to rough sex that she desires, the whole idea of kinky sex from a bit of slap and tickle all the way up to BDSM simply does not fucking exist, because in a real world where a man does not rape or beat or abuse, there can be no evidence (use the search facility on this blog and look up “locard) of these things.

Evidence of sex is not evidence of rape, accusations of abuse not backed up by any medical notes or photographs of bruises is not evidence of beatings, failing to do or provide certain things for a woman who nonetheless chooses to stick around for several years is not evidence of abuse.

Yet should you have any further doubts upon this matter, should you question whether control of the definitions of the programming language is the one thing they all actually care about, all you have to do is to dare to question any of the definitions of this language, as I did…. consensual slap and tickle and consensual rough sex BDSM is not fucking rape and abuse.

When you point out the that “enormous” sex implements, note the use of the word implement and not toy, which in reality means anything larger than 1″ diameter and 6″ length, were bought by the psycho skank ho in question who is accusing you of being the abusing rapist, reality and the subject will shift to the next item on the agenda, and sooner of later there will be one you cannot answer, because in your world and your language a response is meaningless, and the question itself nonsensical, yet in their world every response you can possibly make can and will, as the caution says, be used in evidence AGAINST you… nothing is ever used FOR you, but then, they never say it will be in caution….

When the psycho skank ho’s lawyers allege that the woman who decided to walk down the road to your house two or three times a week for ten years, to have sex, to have children by you, to be taken shopping by you, to have Christmas lunch with you, to use you as unpaid taxi and 24/7 multiskilled DIY man on call, was in fact nothing more than the woman you have been raping and abusing for ten years, and this is just one of many reasons why you should never be allowed anywhere near your own children ever again…. what do you have to say to that, Mr Afor?

You might as well wiggle your eyebrows, smile, bob your head from side to side bop to the beat and say “Up, and down…. up, and down”

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