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December 26, 2011

Wimminz and truth

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:33 pm

“I’m on my phone so wasn’t really on here!”

…was a response I got from a skanky wimminz on PoF, in response to me asking why she was on PoF, which was in response to her telling me her mum was seriously ill, which was in response to me asking why she had been quiet, because I had fucked this skank ho a couple of weeks ago.

The reader needs to understand that I knew (AWALT) she was a fucking lying skank ho, the point was it is the holidays and sometimes I find it amusing to poke the hamster and see it spin that wheel up a few times, just for shits and giggles.

Of course you get the usual “why are you so nasty to me when I need a friend” horse shit, to which I give the only possible response, “you want more friends, I can help, want a threesome with this slut I found?” which makes their head assplode, because then the wimminz needs to make a CHOICE, and so they play it safe by saying “I don’t like wimminz, I want a real man like you“…. so she has neither agreed to nor rejected the threesome…

And it is all, a big fat lie.

None of it is true, nothing any woman says or writes or types or thinks or feels is ever true.

Sometimes, just sometimes, it may contain some truth, in the same way that some foods “may contain additives“, but good luck finding any if you look… for finding the truth in a wimminz words nothing less than a forensic lab analysis will do.

So we scribble on a few more bounces of the ping-pong ball and the skank ho still hasn’t made that CHOICE about the threesome, it’s a difficult one for her because this is not something she can ask other wimminz about and obtain a herd consensus view… on the other hand, since the threesome being offered to her is not me and another guy fucking her, but me and another skank ho who happens to consider me her master, the only other wimminz involved is a wimminz who has apparently also submitted to my cock…. wham and the hamster wheel shifts up a gear…

Not only was the truth absent from this wimminz conversation from the beginning, but what passes for the truth has undergone several vast sea changes in the space of a handful of 200 character or less messages.

Since the threesome was mentioned this particular lying skank ho has completely and utterly forgotten about her seriously ill mum… strange that… and her only concern is her particular role or status within this potential threesome, and what her status will be afterwards, will it be improved?

Meanwhile, this filthy lying skank ho has two children, and yes they are at home with her, and yet it is Boxing Day, and they are with mummy and not daddy, because we all know how daddy fares in secret family court, and instead of spending quality time with her kids, she is online, lying about everything under the sun… debating whether to take part in a threesome.

I am not going to admit to any hypocrisy on my part, because the State decided that I am not allowed to be a father to my own flesh and blood, so fuck the state, fuck the institution of marriage / family, fuck society, look out for number one and do everything I can to bring the system down.

If I can kill two birds with one stone, get my rocks off AND devalue some wimminz self-worth, then even better.

Before anyone starts complaining about my role in the above, one small problem, I am telling 100% truth to the two skank ho wimminz in question, the one who has already decided to spend that time with me and who CHOSE me on the basis she wants nothing less than a sexual master / slave relationship, and the one who has fucked me three or so weeks ago, who is considering doing so again, who claims to have spent christmas in hospital watching over her mother, who claims that logging into PoF via the iPhone app is not the same as doing to via PC so she is not really here.

Take me out of the equation completely, and one of these wimminz would still be looking for a sexual master, and the other would still be logging on to PoF while her mother is dying in hospital (sic) and seeking out new cock.

Take me out of the equation completely, and both of these wimminz children, all of whom have had their fathers excluded from their lives by the actions and choices of these wimminz, would still be left unattended / to fend for themselves on Boxing Day while skank ho mummy chased cock.

Take me out of the equation completely, and substitute a man who bought into NAWALT, and both these wimminz would be behaving WORSE, and their kids would be suffering MORE and at risk MORE.

The thought I really want to leave you all with is this; at Christmas, the season of goodwill to all men, the season of family, the season of hope and love, the thing that we are always being told is at the heart of the family, the thing we are told in family courts is the heart of the family, e.g. the fucking wimminz, is spending the festive season online, searching for fresh cock to serve, and actions always speak louder than words, and in the case of wimminz where all their words are lies, you must always always always only ever judge them by their actions.

Wimminz are alien to the concept of truth… if they utter a true word it is mere circumstance and coincidence.

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November 20, 2011

Malice in Wonderland…. the 1%’er club for Men.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:30 am

Going to do some random musings today.

As is my nature, I’m going to do this out-of-order too, on my way back from banging the skank ho all night, I stopped at a Shell garage for a morning cup of coffee and a smoke.

Like most filling stations nowadays, the coffee machine is a franchise, in this case Coffee Republic, a franchise which in this case only started August 2010, and which has just gone into liquidation, so half the machine is empty, only brown sugar (which I like) latte (which I like) and no stirring sticks and only large cups, so I paid a quid for a two quid coffee…. yummy.

But it got me to thinking about the developing economic crash, and let’s face it, for a franchise coffee outlet in a major chain of filling stations to go bust selling a product with as much mark up as coffee, you just know it is down to finance and not per unit sold profit that killed it.

Which brings us back to last night’s skank, and previous stories about the crashing economy changing the skanks attitudes…

This skank is a true single mum skank, first fucked at the age of 13 she says, and lost count of the amount of cock she had had by the age of 16, and now 20 years later it is “pick a number” and make sure it has three digits.

In many ways it is the same old story, she had the education and the opportunities, and she had a 15 year marriage to one guy who she claims she was faithful to (could be true) and who she says is a lovely guy, but just wasn’t interested in sex, so she dumped him, and yes, kept the kids…

So now with 40 knocking on the door her body and looks are falling off a cliff, having reached that stage that women seem to get to where everything physical goes downhill real fast, and her cunt looks like the one above, but about 10 minutes later, hammered to fuck and back, but hey, a cunt is a cunt.

Anyway, the point being that she woke up this morning with bruises on her inner thighs, having herself paid for the motel room (she didn’t feel comfortable asking me back to “her kids home” she said, who knows, I could have been an axe murderer… lmfao) gives me my morning blow job and fuck, and I ask her if she has any regrets, while sipping on a manky motel coffee and smoking my first of the day, and she gives me “that” look and says “No, no regrets…”

“That” look being that calculating look that the wimminz have, have they done enough to impress me and maybe come to rely on me economically in the impending hard times ahead, or are they just another notch on the bedpost for a player. And at this point I make small and pointless bets with myself about whether or not, and if so how long, before the skank ho texts me at some point in the future.

Meanwhile the young chick mentioned previously in another post, the one who “got it” is in touch, I asked her if she wanted me again that night (not that I was available or within 20 miles of her, being busy as I was with last nights skank) and she said yeah but she has her best friend (female) visiting, so I send a message back “threesome then…. rofl” to which she responds no, because her girlfriend is better looking than she is, so vanity either way, either fishing for a compliment from me about her attractiveness or fishing for some shit about looks don’t matter baby you is de beautiful person yadda yadda, so of course I sent the only reply possible, “is she as dirty and obedient a slut as you? cos that interests me more than looks“… haven’t had a reply yet…lol… that hamster wheel is doing 5,000 rpm

Meanwhile this morning the fugly skank I also mentioned previously with the 8 body but the 1 face, actually I was being generous, 0.1 face, is messaging me asking me if I had a good time last night, she hopes so, and how she woke up with her cunt wet and throbbing for me and yadda yadda yadda.

All three are single mum’s, all three facing the reality that is the impending economic crash, and all three find a guy who no real ties incredibly sexually attractive, because he has no real ties or commitments and therefore could in theory take them on board.

Yeah, I could wax lyrical about how I am incredibly good-looking, which isn’t true, how I am hung like a donkey, which isn’t true, how I have this amazing personality, which isn’t true, and puff my chest up and offer to let you all smell my fingers, but the truth is much, much, much harsher… the truth often is.

The truth is if you google my name, and I always use my real name in PoF etc, I sound like Charles Manson on a bad day, it isn’t true, but that is what you will see and read, the truth is I may be in good shape for a 50+ year old guy, but I am still a 50+ year old guy, the truth is I may not be saddled with any huge debts, but basically I don’t have a pot to piss in, the truth is I may have a pretty good and rounded personality, but wimminz don’t get a look in, the truth is despite all my own failings and shortcomings (not that I feel like a failure or short of anything, just saying, if you were to make a list of my attributes….) I am still by far the best that these three wimminz in question can hope to get, and on some level at least they are aware of this, and they are also aware that the only way to get past the initial screening process is to offer me no holds barred kinky perverted sex, and so they do.

Yet I am again struck by the fact that these skank ho single mums are more in tune with the survival game than most of the general public, and more in tune with survival that the now bust Coffee Republic, with the analogy that the coffee franchise was the female surviving off the environment and micro-ecosystem created by the host male, the filling station itself…. but bear in mind that these skank ho single mums that I fuck are not representative of wimminz as a whole or skank ho single mums as a whole, they are the sub-set that pass through my PoF filters and meet me and fuck, these are the “enlightened” 1%, the canaries in the coalmine.

Back in my biker days, there was the whole “1%’er” thing, which came from a biker party that got out of hand in the states many many years ago, and some self-appointed biker talking head denounces those who fought and fucked up the town as the minority 1% of all bikers, NABALT, not all bikers are like that, and so many bikers who liked to party and had a FTW attitude adopted the 1% label as their own.

I think perhaps the post thermonuclear DV/rape/whatever lost his house / kids / job Man is also in his own way a 1%’er, he is in effect an outlaw, having found himself placed outside the protection of the Law and being used as the victim by the Law, and that is why there is a certain gravitational attraction between a 1% Man like me and the 1% of skank ho wimminz who really can see which way the wind is blowing long-term economically, and how bleak the future could be for them, and how dependent they could be for their very survival upon a suitable host male to parasite off of.

Maybe, like Coffee Republic, even when you find a superb male to associate with, and grab yourself a prime piece of franchise real estate like Shell filling stations, your backroom attitudes and lifestyles and financial situation is so dire that even when presented with a goldmine, you go fuckedcompany.com.

PS.. the skank just texted me…. lmfao….

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October 23, 2011

The unravelling of an attitude.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:54 am

This post is essentially going to be two things, one of which is the third in the series commenting upon the change in wimminz attitudes as the economy founders, and the other thing is going to be a shotgun or random related stuff.

Clearly, since I am not a wimminz, I do not wake up every morning and believe that I am more beautiful, more sexy, more entitled than I was when I went to sleep the night before.

Being a man (of thankfully good genetic heritage) I wake up every morning, take a piss, light up a cigarette and sup my first coffee of the day, and some days something happens that causes me to remark to myself that I have just learned something new or added one more small piece to a puzzle. I do have people (of both sexes) mistakenly taking me for someone between 10 and 15 years younger than my actual age fairly regularly, but this is still putting me at late thirties as a minimum, an age at which for much of human history you were probably going to be considered “old age“. Of course the other thing that is most unusual about the last century of so of human history, is one of the side effects of science and technology and wealth creation, which is men marrying wimminz of basically the same age.

I have mentioned previously that my PoF production line has been showing a spike in wimminz nearer my own age opening the conversation with a willingness to be my kinky no-holds barred submissive slut, dropping all pretence of ladylike refinement or respectable demeanour, and a spike in the younger wimminz being more interested in a man my age than they were (remember, my PoF profile has no picture, so the first impression the wimminz get is the one they paint in their own head when they see “age 51”) only a season or so ago.

This last week has seen a serious spike in this, sure, it could be no more than a statistical anomaly, but it doesn’t feel like one, it feels much more like negotiating with people who suddenly realise that the balance of power has shifted, ironically towards a more patriarchal society and away from the matriarchal misandric society that all the feminazis are still screechingly claiming is a patriarchy.

It feels like this partly because of subtle shifts in the language used in the dating negotiations, and partly because of the quality and therefore self respect of the wimminz entering the arena lately, and pushing aside all the “rode hard and hung up wet” types that infested PoF as little as 6 months ago.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t buy this new negotiating language and new proposals and terms as being any more truthful or valuable than the stuff the wimminz were saying six months ago, but I do note the change, and I do note the fact that had these slightly better quality wimminz come to me with this approach and attitude 12 months ago it would have been met with slightly more than mere cynicism by me…. I would have acknowledged that they were at least making an effort to stand out from the herd BEFORE the fucking lions started stalking.

How much of a shift are we talking about?

Well, a 27 year old single mum, with her own home, and no, that doesn’t mean a mortgage she can’t pay, it means her own home, with a classical education and good relations with her traditional nuclear family, in actual fact quite easy on the eye and totally devoid of all the wimminz usual warpaint and accesorising and such, spending the last two weeks ramping up her campaign to convince me, a 51 year old man (albeit a well preserved one) to take her under my wing.

Yeah, she is still a skank ho single mum to bastard kids, she is still by nature of being a wimminz a filthy lying whore, but damn me if she isn’t making a fucking good effort, and I don’t just mean “I’ll be your own personal whore” shit, but the whole 1950’s housewife shebang about honouring and respecting and obeying the older and wiser man in your life.

Yeah, it may have no more meaning or import than an actor reading a script on stage, but fuck me, this is a play that has not been performed since the 80’s, and when the feminazis heckle this bitch (for hanging out with a “viagra daddy”) she certainly plays the part of someone fighting for one of the last seats on one of the last boats off the island before it sinks beneath the waves, with enough aplomb to deserve a very small round of applause.

And then she whips out the world smallest violin and plays a tune on it for these other feminazi skank ho wimminz who are “rode hard and hung up wet” for their self inflicted rapidly vanishing worth on the meat market, and I laugh out loud, because by now the feminazi skank ho wimminz reveal their true demonic nature and pour vile hatred upon the younger, fresher, and more pleasant sounding competition.

What I find fascinating here is that even if this young flesh only 5% believes the script she is reading to me, I have to do nothing, economic events alone will serve to make that script ever more credible to her, which will ensure her sustained and if anything increased effort, it is almost delicious enough to start taking long term bets on.

I mention the bets because the REASON men always tried to make marriages work for their families was the sheer amount of effort that men put into said families, and the REASON the wimminz were so quick to throw the man under the wheels of the nearest Family Court or Police Cell was because they put no effort into it, all they had to do was turn up at the party.

Now if things are, as they seem to be, going the other way, if this young wimminz is the one making all the effort into having a relationship with a man 24 years older than her, while the man does sweet fuck all except turn up to the party, then we have what is known as a role reversal.

Of course what will trump being a 27 year old skank ho single mum with bastard kids and a newly learned 1950’s housewife attitude in say 2013, is being an 18 year old virgin with 1950’s housewife attitudes in 2013….

Were I to take said 27 year old skank mummy on, pump and pump instead of pump and dump, come 2013 she is going to have a full time job, on the one hand convincing me that “a bird in the hand” applies to her versus her competition, and argument that has some merit if she plays the “I saw the writing on the wall first, and I chose you first, to be my lord and protector” argument, and on the other hand against the less competitive skanks, who will offer harem status…. e.g. be lord and master of three of us.

Now, getting back to the older skanks, but the newer to the scene type mentioned above, they no longer have the young flesh or fertile wombs to offer, so they are getting in with an opening bid of submissive kinky sex, and literally stating that their advantage over their peers is that they still get horny and dripping wet at the drop of a hat, or their master’s command.

Meanwhile the “rode hard and put up wet” types seem to be splitting in to two camps, those for whom the anger at whatever finally bursts through, with the realisation that sex is now going to consist of smearing fish paste on their cunts for their cats to lick off, and those for whom the thousand yard stare and stunned oblivion is the response, you can insult the living fuck out of them and tell them to send any fuckable female friends they have your way, and their response is to call you a friend… I shit you not.

Meanwhile back in the real MSM world, expect a massive resurgence of shit like “You gotta have a J O B if you wanna be with me…. ain’t nothing goin on but the rent” (Gwen Guthrie) and such crap… but moreso, because the late 10’s and the early 20’s are going to make the 30’s look like the fucking 80’s.

Now in the seventies I was the bad boy biker with the cash and the flash and the connections, and more cunt than I knew what to do with, and in the eighties I was the rich foreigner with the cash and the flash and the connections, and more cunt than I knew what to do with, the nineties were nowhere near as good cunt wise, I got enough but can’t say I ever had more than I knew what to do with, the noughties frankly I pretty much pissed away and fucked up, I think I fucked a total of 5 wimminz including my FRA psycho skank ho ex, and two of those five were mother and daughter, now the ten’s are here I am back to bad boy, serious bad reputation (rapist wife beater) but being strictly honest about things fuck all money, fuck all flash, and few connections of note, yet I am rapidly getting back to more cunt than I can handle.

What is different is since my FRA I keep detailed electronic records, so I can tell you exactly how many wimminz I have fucked in any given time period, so far in 2011 I have pumped and pumped and pumped and eventually dumped 15, and pumped and dumped (anything from a handjob through a quickie in a parked car to an overnight, but never gone back for more) an astonishing 63… if you’d asked me to guess the number I would have shrugged and said “maybe 20” and not really thought about it.

What is different is the sheer fucking numbers of 35/40+ year old separated skank ho wimminz on the market, it is a fucking epidemic and you can’t attribute my conversion rate to “teh interwebs” and dating sites like PoF coming into existence, at best that probably counters the fact that I am now 51, going bald on top, stony broke and have some shit accusations following me around like a bad smell.

Plus I find myself wondering at the connection, because basically all these skanky ho’s on PoF in their 40’s have been on the pill for 25 years, and smearing themselves with chemicals externally for 25 years (hence the poor skin) and eating processed food for 25 years, and not fucking working physically for 25 years thanks to electronic household labour saving appliances.

Correlation is not causation, but there are a fuck lot of correlations, and now I am starting to wonder if the wheels coming off the wagons of the western economies and 27 year old skanks pursuing 51 year old Men is just another correlation, or maybe there is a connection there somewhere….. because if there is that long term bet I mentioned earlier gets even more interesting.

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