Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

October 9, 2012

There was a kid’s toy….


…that had a rider / driver wearing a crash helmet, you pressed the helmet and the head inside span around to show a different face / expression.

Expand this slightly from the toys limited by 50 cent mechanics choices of two “heads” to anywhere from 6 to 20, and you have not just all wimminz, but all people.

These aren’t all different personalities, but different facets of the same personality, and you only get to see the one that is ascendant at that moment in time.

Nothing at all says that different faces that pop into the helmet cannot have opposing desires and attitudes with regard to any specific thing, I can want a cigarette and not want a cigarette at the same moment in time, whether I actually smoke one depends on what face is showing.

Controlling behaviour, whether it is controlling smoking or controlling taking shit at work or controlling my interactions with wimminz is then simply a matter of controlling what faces or facets of my personality are allowed to spend time being visible in the helmet as my outward public face / personality trait.

By the same token, NOT controlling behaviour is to let any face that wants to take its turn in the helmet, and the next face in line is always the one that shouts loudest to be next in the helmet.

One of the tenets of MGTOW is “Judge people by their actions, not their words.”… so Fred / Wilma will turn up at your place at 7 pm as agreed if that is what they actually want to do, forget what they say they want, and similarly 7 pm will come and go and no sign or Fred / Wilma and maybe even no excuse, if that is also what they actually want to do, forget what they say they want.

Wild horses won’t stop the face in control at 6:45 pm from doing what it wants, so it is just a question of is the face in control at 6:45 pm the same one that said they would be at yours at 7 pm, or not…

While all people have this facility, in the case of wimminz that mechanism is tuned and maintained and lubed and honed to perfection, you can be sat with a wimminz who is showing face #27 of her repertoire, look away for an instant to pick up your coffee cup, take a sip, go to put the cup down, look back at the wimminz and there is face #13, and you never saw the transition….

Of course, everyone CAN control which face is showing, watch the “out of control” wimminz suddenly control herself when the boys in blue arrive, watch the “in control” wimminz suddenly break down and cry when the niggerz appears on the scene to support her, watch the kid run home and not actually start crying until they get to their own driveway, watch the police, watch the judge, watch the politician…

So, why do people do it?

Basically it’s a coping mechanism, watch the skanks on the slut walk, just daring everyone NOT to call their bluff that they are really just pathetic scared lonely unfuckable losers, campaigning for the *right* for the unfuckably ugly and nasty to walk unmolested at night, because lets face it NOBODY molests them, except drunks, and that is the fucking problem, so try and bring about a state of affairs where another face in the helmet can deny that the real reason for this is that they are unfuckably ugly and nasty, and claim that it is because they have “taken back the night” (from whom, precisely)

And so, we come yet again to a hard wired evolutionary trait, a process that develops over millennia and longer, stuck in a technological society that arose from nothing in the last century or two, not even an eye-blink in evolutionary terms, and so everything is out of sync.

Treating wimminz as we do in modern western society is LITERALLY as insane as taking a large predator such as a bear or big cat for a house pet, and claiming that all you have to do is treat it nicely and it will be nice back and never fuck you up, just because that is it’s nature.

Predators and other animals may well have less faces to choose from to display in their helmets, but the transitions are just as sudden and rapid and unpredictable, the only thing you can predict with any certainty is that these transitions will indeed occur.

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Let’s take an arbitrary environment, let’s say it is a lush valley, let’s say that valley can support 2,000 lbs of carnivorous predator.

Nature has a choice, 2 x 1,000 lb huge predators, or 20 x 1oo lb medium predators, or 2,000 x 1 lb predators.

Nature being a fan of playing all bets at once you’ll get 2 x 500 lb predators, big cats or bears, 8 x 100 lb medium sized predators, fox / wolves / coyote, and 200 x 1 lb small predators, shrews and voles etc, and yes all my sizes and weights are off, but the principle is sound….

There is a valid argument that back in the day man did not domesticate dogs, so much as dogs domesticated themselves to benefit from living with men…

In the last 50,000 years man has influenced dog’s breeding, but not genetics or heritage or future genetic potential, and so we now have much bigger dogs than would exist in the wild, and some much smaller dogs than would exist in the wild.

Man has been living with woman for far longer, and just because there is no Kennel Club for wimminz, it does not mean that selective breeding is not taking place, nature ALWAYS has a seat at the table, and now we get CONTENTIOUS.

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DNA is in many ways just DNA’s way of making more DNA, as far as nature and DNA is concerned, if a million human babies are born today then a million new DNA replicators are born, nature and DNA does not care if this or that individual breeds, you cousin’s DNA is close enough, if he breeds and you don’t DNA wins.

But on the smaller scale, the selective breeding is always taking place, being contentious, having two children and giving them a hell of a start in life is one strategy, having ten and letting the dice fall where they may is another, nature being nature both strategies and everything in between will be played all the time, nature is a numbers game.

And so to the bone of contention, nature and DNA have no stake in “failed” genetic experiments, you can be homosexual or heterosexual or bisexual or anything else, but if you don’t breed, then nature and DNA are quite happy for you to write your own individual genetic material out of the never ending story.

For much of human history, having six kids that lived and four that died was normal.

So wimminz today retain the ability to simply write off three of four kids, whether to abortion or abandonment or even being killed by their mother, it is hard wired.

But wimminz today also retain the ability to HAVE six kids, but many / most are stuck with 2.2, and an ever increasing number, the unfuckably ugly and nasty, and stuck at a big fat 0

This then, is where and why and how the faces come in to play, and with the exception of the “breeders” many of those hard wired faces are useless and surplus to requirements, but still there, still wanting face time in the helmet, and as the saying goes, the devil finds work for idle hands.

If you think nothing on the planet infuriates a feminist as much as telling them they should be at home surrounded by six happy kids, because deep within their own programming tells them the same thing, try that same line on the unfuckably nasty, or the infertile, or the ones who have “postponed” kids for a career, and you will discover the human equivalent of the very short fuse attached to the very large bomb…. Usain Bolt isn’t fast enough to light that fucker and sprint for safety…

…but if you watch REALLY closely, you can just about catch the 1/1,000th of a second transition from one face to another.

October 7, 2012

Red pill pizza


 

I’ve been pondering whether to write about this.

The reason I have been pondering is because it is a bit like a white guy writing about a black guy losing out to a white guy at something, because the black guy is black.

The black guy, assuming he was CONSCIOUSLY unaware of the problem, because he sure as shit wasn’t unconsciously, can’t do much about being black.

The thing I want to talk about is cock size.

Now there are LOTS of aspects to this, a six inch cock on a midget looks fucking huge, the same exact cock on a 275 lb muscle-bound 6′ 6″ hulk looks pretty fucking small, the same cock on a 275lb 5′ 9″ fat bloke is invisible and inaccessible…

Get yourself a fat chick and even doggy style fact is you need an extra 4″ over what you need for the slim / skinny chick, if you want to be poking her womb with your bell end.

Then of course there is the whole subject of measurements themselves, and with the possible exception of wimminz dress sizes, nothing else comes close to cock sizes when it comes to the rubber tape measure….

I have lost count of the number of wimminz who will tell me about an ex who was REALLY big and filler her up but goooood, so how biiiig was he I ask, and they, being herd creatures, always say something about nine inches.

When this conversation takes place at my place (and we are all still clothed) I go out of the room and return with a 9″ sex toy (and a tape measure to verify that it is in fact less than 9″ long, it is 8 and three quarters) and slam it down on the table…

WITHOUT FUCKING EXCEPTION… the wimminz all go “Oh my God!

None of them ever, ever, ever went “Yeah, that is the size of ****’s cock

So either this guy was measuring from his asshole forwards, or confusing centimetres with inches, or some other shit.

So if you were gifted with the approximate average six incher, and this wimminz saying her ex was nine inches, 50% more than you, you just *might* have had some feeling of inadequacy, until you see the anecdote above..

And of course until you take the red pill like the old joke where the guy whips out his three inch cock, at which point the wimminz starts laughing and says “who are you goin’ to satisfy with that?” and the guy just grins and says “ME!”…

So, one more detour before we get back to the plot..

That detour is sex toys like the one above, like it or not, fact is the trend in the past twenty years is that there are bigger and bigger toys available, and if you think that blue thing is big compared to what is available, then you have lived a sheltered life, it is at the very bottom end of the “bigger than the average human cock” range of sex toys.

95% of wimminz have the ubiquitous basic rabbit vibe, which has an INSERTABLE length of just 4.5″, and they manage quite fine to have all the orgasms they want with that.

So back to the main plot, which is cock sizes, and as we can see from the sales of the rabbit, 4.5″ is enough to get the job done and make a wimminz cum, and while there are guys out there with less than 4.5″, measured properly along to top of the cock, they are in the percentile minorities, so what the fuck is going on, particularly what the fuck is going on with swinger couples, of which there are at least as many as there are single wimminz on PoF.

What is going on is without exception the wimminz has managed to convince the man that he has a micropenis, so number 1 is he must eat her cunt regularly because his micropenis cock just ain’t enough, and that while she loves him and all, number 2 is what she really wants is a bigger cock, and to show how much she loves and trusts him she will let HIM arrange all that and find the guy(s) and set up the threesome/foursome/moresomes.

I hear shit from these guys like “OK she is into this that and the other but kissing is reserved for us, is this a problem for you?” and I am like “dude, if you want to kiss her after she has rimmed me and swallowed and load of my cum, go right ahead, and similarly if you want to eat her cunt after other guys have dumped a load in there, go right ahead..” of course I don’t say this, I say “No problemo” and look at the slut with a grin, and she grins back, and the dumbass niggerz can only rub his hands together and say “cool” and congratulate himself for being a beta provider for his slut, getting her the cock she craves, and the rewards she will bestow on him after I have gone, and after he has done the rest of the chores like taking out the rubbish etc.

So, harking back to the point at the beginning is that there isn’t a lot of point telling a black guy that a lot of his problems are because he is black, there isn’t a lot of point telling a guy with a small cock that a lot of his problems are because he has a small cock…

But…

Being black is not of itself a problem, the problem is the white guy who has a problem with you being black, and who would rather hire another white guy… now you can take on board the white guy’s guilt trip and become a nigger, or you can say fuck it, didn’t want to work for your honky ass anyway.

Having a small cock is not of itself a problem, the problem is the wimminz/wife who has a problem with you having a small cock, and who would rather ride a bigger cock…. now you can take on board the wimminz guilt trip and become a niggerz, or you can say fuck it, didn’t want to fuck your skanky channel tunnel anyway.

But, this is 95% of so called swingers, wimminz who have managed to persuade niggerz not only that the slut deserves extra cock with no consequences, but the niggerz should arrange it for her and have the self delusion of being in control of being cuckolded.

HOW? By first persuading the niggerz that the problem is not her slutty nature, but the size of his cock, which in all probability hasn’t changed more than 5mm since you were good enough to marry or cohabit with and start a family with….

Just like persuading a wog that the problem is not my attitude, but the skin colour he was born with, once you get them to buy into that then you have a nigger slave for life.

From my perspective, when your skanky slut ho decides to take things off the reservation and text me without your knowledge or oversight, or mouth “I love you” when you can’t see, or any other the other shit they do, the ABSOLUTE FUCKING WORST thing you can do is puff your chest up and stand on your hind legs and pretend to be a man and start talking tough, because if you had a single dangerous bone in your body you would not be her niggerz slave for life in the first fucking place.

The problem isn’t the colour of your skin or the size of your cock or your sexual prowess brother, the problem is you let some other cunt convince you that those things were reasons enough to supplicate yourself before them, and you can’t really complain when everyone else sees you kneeling before a false god and treats you like shit.

 

October 1, 2012

Bakerman is baking bread


 

I dunno….

Thing is, it’s like this, just been to a family do, and watched 5 wimminz in a kitchen trying to organise a few fucking rolls and snacks and a bit of cake for an old guys ninetysomethingth birthday…. and making a clusterfuck of it…  some poor bastard bought him a bottle of whiskey, so birthday boy, not being old enough to vote and all, has his fucking single malt confiscated, and it will be doled out to him in small drams…. he was old enough to go and fight the japs in WW2 while they all stayed at home and fucked the yanks.

It’s like all this shit on swinging sites, we do not do piss play, but she likes to gush….

And the other shit “Boys, don’t send me a cock pic, seen one, seen em all…”  OK skanks, so tell me why your profile is nothing but pictures of your cunt and tits and bloated ass? seen one, seem em all bitch….

Basically if you eat cunt, EVER, you be a niggerz, and these swinging sites are fucking full of niggerz.. which is all good news for us non-reconstructed cavemen who want to pump and dump…. because what sets us apart is all this wimminz delusional fundamental dishonesty and basic suckage at anything requiring any level of competence never gets less obvious to us than a large and painful boil on our testicles.

And so it came to pass that last night I am talking to a wimminz who wants to fuck me, but who I have deemed unfuckable, (so naturally she adores me) and we got onto the subject of kissing, and eating cunt.

I dunno what stopped me eating cunt, I dunno that I could ever actually be classed as having started if we are going to be brutally honest about it, but while talking to this skank out of the blue comes the bit in Catch22 where the guy has eaten her cunt and is leaving and notices her dog nosing at her cunt, and remembering the faintly doggy smell to her cunt….  I think that that and my first actual sexual experiences being with skanks who managed to arrange things so they blew up in their face and I got exposed to the truth went a long way towards it.

See, that “managed to arrange” thing is the bit for today’s sermon.

Thing is, men like to get shit straight, you’re meeting some skank for the first time tonight at a bar or cafe, you want to know and establish going in, is this just a social meet, hi how are you coffee and a chat, or is some rumpy pumpy on the cards, or is it guaranteed.

I like to know this because unless it is guaranteed I’ll meet the skank for a coffee, that she buys, and arrange for some other slut to swing by and blow me later, and make sure the coffee buying skank knows this.

Wimminz, they aren’t like that, and it all comes back to that self delusion and denial and deceit that is intrinsic to their nature, and gushing not being playing with piss.

To many wimminz, simply arranging in advance to meet a different man to suck and fuck 5 nights a week makes them a bad slut, not a good slut… it’s not the kinky sex or the 5 guys a week they have an issue with, it’s the premeditation on their own part.

That bit above in red is CRUCIAL, every man who has been the victim of a morning after role reversal and regret knows where I am coming from.

So, what is the poor little skank ho to do?

Why, the answer is obvious to every single cupcake out there, simply arrange things so that each step in the process can happen “spontaneously” and without any apparent pre-meditation at all.

Why, then it isn’t their responsibility at all, they just happened to be there and your cock just happened to slip into their mouth, I mean, who could possibly have predicted that.

Of course, to a guy, especially a cuckolded guy, such artful fantasies of self delusion are about as credible as slipping in the shower and just happening to land on the shower head, which got lodged up your ass, which is the story you tell to A&E / ER anyways….

But to a wimminz, these things are the very stuff of life itself, they are, quite simply, the reason wimminz will never, ever, ever accept any personal responsibility for their own actions.

 

September 30, 2012

Gushing


 

I’m not talking oil wells here.

I’m talking sex, female sex.

Thing is, I actually went to fucking school bitch, wimminz cunts don’t have any organs that can gush “cum” during orgasm.

Wimminz have cunt lining that can secrete juices.

Wimminz have a urethra connected to the bladder that can produce piss.

That’s it… there are no other organs analogous to the male testicles that can produce a sperm analogy that spurts on orgasm.

Gushing” is in fact “watersports” or “golden showerfor those too timid and full of shit to say “I like to play with (my) piss when I fuck… because that would be like, icky and sick and pervy.

So, you can imagine how well MY attitude goes down with these wimminz, lead fucking balloon, but hey, same shit goes for your attitude about gushing.

If we are at your place, piss on your mattress all you want bitch, if you are at my place and more than a drop of piss hits my mattress / sheets / floor you are scrubbing that shit clean to my satisfaction or buying new, and if you can’t control your bladder GTFO now.

But this post isn’t really about piss play, it’s more about psycho skank ho redefinition of everything that sucks, spammer like, as “that which we/I ourselves do not do”

I do not do piss play or watersports or golden showers, I “gush

yeah, right…

If you think PoF dating is soul destroying, or an eye opener, or a red pill experience, then you simply are not prepared for the swinging scene… I shit you not.

The differences are quite simple, many of the wimminz on the swinging scene have a pet niggerz beta houseboy, god fucking help you if you say something less than “gushing” (sic) praise for the wimminz, as she will set her pet houseboy niggerz on you, and all the beta niggerz who have worshipped at her cunt, and there could be anything up to 150 or more of these a year…

But even here, as I have noted elsewhere re PoF and the dating scene in general, much of the magic of the vagina is wearing off, and increasingly it is the fugly fat psycho bunny boilers and their coterie of niggerz that are left exposed as the tide goes out, shrieking in outrage and horror.

A rising tide may well lift all boats equally, but a falling tide is a motherfucker that strands everything that is not both seaworthy, but competently crewed….

 

 

September 23, 2012

Messages in messages


In this final bit on addiction, I want to touch on aversion, what happens to make an ex smoker such an anti smoker, what happens to make a red piller so anti blue piller.

It is with some irony that I note that it is 4 am and I am sat here with a coffee typing this, when back in the smoking addiction days it would have been a smoke and a coffee and back to bed, on nights when you just can’t get back to sleep….

…the irony being that I always said smoking was a drug just like cannabis, it kept me calm and tranquil and lazy, and made me put up with shit from other people and wimminz that I would never put up with when not under the influence…. lacking the drug to dull my brain, I must now type as I slurp coffee.

There is a wimminz on PoF using a quote in her profile, it goes like this “If I have to chase and fight for your attention, eventually I won’t want it anymore.”   which is particularly hilarious because at one point when she was “looking for long term” relationshit on PoF I included her in the mailshot, but she decided to play princess, so I ignored her, now here she is 9 or so months later having reduced herself to the “intimate encounter” section, and she messaged me this time, and now it is on offer on the table I don’t fucking want it anymore bitch…. that’s aversion.

Aversion lite, to be sure, not steaming turd on my dinner plate full on aversion, but aversion like addiction usually starts with small steps into territory suitable for building superhighways.

It’s why when wimminz have had your cock once and decided to move on, or talked to you once and decided to move on, or have just decided to move on, they are in aversion mode, and everything and anything you do only strengthens and reinforces that aversion…. best thing you can do is walk away and never look back… bo peep and her sheep

Aversion is in many ways the flipside of addiction…. just as an addiction to smoking will constantly barrage your concious mind with pop up ads and interstitials and links and spam to smoking is good stuff, a full on aversion will do the same thing, the most drop dead gorgeous kinky obedient slutty sex bomb on the planet, and then you see her spark up a smoke and yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk.

Aversion is what happens in many men’s heads when they realise / discover / suspect that cupcake just had another man’s cock dump a load in her, you still get all the popups and interstitials and links and spam in your conciousness, but instead of saying “gooooood” at you they are saying “baaaaaad” at you.

Here is a little interesting fact.

Every time I have quit smoking, it has lowered my sex drive… go on…. google it… you’ll get plenty of hits.

Except it doesn’t make sense, and it isn’t true, and something else entirely is happening.

Me on smoke can just ignore all sorts of annoying crap about a wimminz and think pure porn about what we are gonna do.

Me off smoke can’t ignore all that annoying crap, and it starts to get in the way, and it starts to invite “aversion” to the party, and you can LITERALLY go from cock throbbing at the thought of an individual specific wimminz to meh, no, can’t be bothered, about the same wimminz, within 72 hours of quitting smoking cold turkey…. simply because you made space for all that aversion to come in, and didn’t take care to populate that space with extra spicy porno thoughts first.

Guys we all know this, one of the times I started smoking again (I said before wimminz were behind every time I started) was when my psycho skank ho ex launched her FRA against me, I could go to the shop and buy some tobacco and smoke it to CALM DOWN, or I could go and buy some booze, and we all know where that would lead…

That first smoke to an ex smoker is a doozy, but fact is, that addiction doesn’t come back like a bullet in the head all or nothing…. you could have the odd random smoke… cigar at christmas etc…  it took work to get the addiction back to full strength…. it takes work to fight that addiction back to a distant background hum, and it takes work to bring an aversion into play, or to overcome one.

This is the point, you do have to participate in the process, subconsciously or deliberately, vigorously or apathetically, the tobacco companies are right, nobody got addicted without their own participation, and the anti lobby is right too, it is far too easy to manufacture that participation in so many ways, from subtle products placement to direct in your face marketing.

Aversion therapy works pretty much the same way…. nobody can be made to avoid something without their own participation, but that participation is all too easy to get, what with advertising and direct marketing and the general background radiation of the MSM

The blue piller is the addiction, the red piller is the one who has rejected the addiction and now feels aversion…. just as the blue piller feels aversion for the red piller.

Does British American Tobacco really give a fuck which one of its products you smoke 30 a day of?

Do TPTB really give a fuck which one of the blue pills 95% of the populace takes every day, as long as 95% keep taking the blue pills, all will be well.

That………… now we have come to the message within the message, as I alluded to above about quitting smoking making your dick limp, is that unlike in the film the Matrix where everything is down to a simple binary choice, red pill or blue pill, in reality these addictions are like so many bramble bushes that grow through one another and entwine with one another and grow upon one another…  it’s like saying “I’m gonna give up eating monosodium glutamate“, easy to say, fucking hard to do, it is in everything, labelled or not, so instead of having to give up one food item, you have to give up whole food groups, eateries, supermarkets and lifestyle choices.

So one of the classier tricks of the blue pill is to make you think you have given up the blue pill, when in reality you just have a different chef, different marketing / branding, and wall to wall blue pill on the menu.

Here aversion can be used, use the red pill aversion to strengthen the dislike and dismissal for anyone who attempts to point out you just changed tables in the same blue pill restaurant…

SO time gets tough and world war three breaks out, the boys in the trenches gotta have their smokes, I know I would, I always resort to shock to the system the same way, I reach for the tobacco, BECAUSE IT IS A FUCKING DRUG, and because since time immemorial humans have self medicated themselves…. or maybe I wouldn’t… maybe I only do it in peacetime when transgressions are easier to spot….

Sometimes, living in the blue pill world, it can HURT to have an IQ, to have ability, to have honour, to have standards, to have integrity

Take a toke, read the MSM, talk to a wimminz, then look at me, minding my own business, and you will get three different but similar descriptions of what I am, from three different people, one smoking, one reading the MSM and one involved with the wimminz, and none of them know me or anything about me, yet they will describe be, and in doing so circumscribe and enchain me and brand me with acts and deeds that I may never have done or never do.

Addictions and aversions like filters, they do not merely change the way the world is seen, they in effect change the world, at least as far as human decision making… sure, outcomes will be different.

It’s time to quote Vonnegut again

Very few, at any rate. It occurs to me that the man and his religion are one and the same thing. The unknown exists. Each man projects on the blankness the shape of his own particular world-view. He endows his creation with his personal volitions and attitudes. The religious man stating his case is in essence explaining himself. When a fanatic is contradicted he feels a threat to his own existence; he reacts violently.

Blue pillers, wimminz and niggerz, they all be fanatics of the worst kind, so be careful out there…. your own addictions and aversions may put you in someone else’s sights.

September 22, 2012

Dildos in messages


 

Today I want to continue the subject of addiction.

 

I’m sure most of you have some experience of this, something you’ve gone cold turkey on, smoking is a common one.

 

If you have experience of this, you’ll know exactly what I mean, you suddenly noticing, entirely by accident, the tobacco packet in the bin, that just might contain enough for one smoke, noticing entirely by accident the bit part player in that film smoking, noticing entirely by accident the sound of the zippo as the bit part player lights up, noticing entirely by accident that according to google maps it is 0.2 miles or 4 minutes walk from here to the nearest shop that sells tobacco…..

 

What I am describing here is the addictive pathways in the brain that crave nicotine taking every possible opportunity to ensure that not only are other addictive pathways and superhighways taken, but that your concious mind is aware of this fact, aware that you are cruising down the Marlboro Interstate, but you have no smokes, and here and here and here you could get some, and it would be so easy, and so satisfying, and anyways it’s not like ONE fucking cigarette, which is going to make you feel so goooood anyway, is gonna do you any harm…. not like you can’t still give up smoking, but maybe why try to do it all at once and fail, maybe better to cut down  and quit slowly, so maybe better to have just one smoke now, just have to swing by the shop, hey whaddaya know, I’m right outside the shop, ok, just one packet…

 

… and there you go.

 

It doesn’t matter if we are talking about tobacco or booze or heroin or cunt, it is the addictive process and pathways that are at work and that are of interest to us.

 

It is the addictive pathways and processes that almost act like independent intelligent agents, so clever and subtle and pervasive are their ways.

 

Me as a smoker is one thing, me as an ex smoker who hasn’t touched a cigarette for months is another thing, me in the transition stage from being a smoker to being an ex smoker is yet another thing entirely…

 

You might be able to trust me in either the smoker or non smoker stage to be an independent person capable of rational thought, but in the transition stage? Am I the sort of person you want watching your nuclear reactors or your bread ovens when all I can think about is how far it is to the nearest tobacconist and oh look a no smoking sign that has a picture of a cigarette, a cigarette that sounds nice about now, just the one, so relaxing, so calming so good for me, BOOM… the fucking reactor / bread over / whatever went tits up.

 

OK, OK, you get the fucking point, AfOR’s been banging on about this shit for three days now, and it still don’t make any sense, you giving up smoking again dude and having a hard time?

 

Substitute “smoker” with “blue piller” and “ex smoker” with “red piller

 

Again, the problems for each of these individuals are minimal, the individual with the problems is the one attempting to transition from one state to the other, the one trying to quit the blue pill, cold turkey, AWALT motherfucker, AWALT, and then some mangina or their daughter or current squeeze walks up and NAWALT…. and NAWALT is just that one smoke, because cutting down slowly and eventually quitting is so much easier and nicer and better than cold turkey, even though we all know nobody ever actually quit that way….

 

NAWALT is the smoker, every time you say or think NAWALT you get that hit of calmness and tranquillity, and while NAWALT / smoking may eventually fuck your life up or end it in FRA / Cancer or whatever, at the individual level, no such thing, there are no consequences, short term or otherwise, for having that one puff….

 

AWALT is the ex smoker (gotta be an ex smoker, lol, not a smoking virgin) who can actually stand being around smokers, provided they stop trying to offer me fucking smokes and blowing smoke rings at me, provided they stop denying that I told them so when they start dying of cancer / FRA, provided they stop being jealous of me for spending my “tobacco allowance” on rock’n’roll.

 

It’s the motherfuckers trying to transition…..Addiction

 

bad enough without all those blue piller smokers saying you won’t enjoy being a non smoker son, and you won’t get to take smoke breaks at work, and you won’t ever see marlboro country, come on down here and spark one up with us, cos NAWALT mofo, NAWALT…

 

Then after a while you start to notice that the transition phase is itself a third phase between the addictive phase and the denial phase, because the truth is everyone is a potential addict, that’s how it works jack, and then you start to see just how much of vehemently defended free will and individuality really might just as well be addictive phase, because that nearest tobacco store is still only a 4 minute walk from my home….

 

September 21, 2012

Messages in a dildo


While it is a truism that sage advice can come from any source, even the most unlikely and untrustworthy, so a psycho wimminz can for example suggest you give up smoking, and while she is psycho city, her advice is good… you’ll save money and be healthier and smell better… some of the sagest advice you can pick up about wimminz isn’t ever directed at you.

It is when they are discussing other men, their ex’s, etc.

Even here, you have to listen, it is one thing for a wimminz to say “he never mowed the lawn” (inaction) “he was always too busy or tired to bathe the kids” (inaction) and another thing for a wimminz to say “he drank the rent money, he kicked the cat, he used DV against me” (action)

Just this week gone by with the news of the strengthening of DV laws here in the UK where mere criticism of how the bitch spends her money is justification for a visit from the boys in blue, one of my long term FWB who wants a lot more was hanging with me, so I give it the old “hey babe I’d say something about your shopping but these new laws make that DV”

To which she says it is “hilarious“, she thinks about this a moment (after seeing the expression on my face) and adds “insane” and “mental” and “you know it’s so mad you have to laugh at it because you can’t take it seriously

Told, her, as one of those who these laws are designed to target, e.g. men, I have little choice but to take it seriously, I mean, just WHY do you think your regular offers of co-habitation and protestations of love etc etc etc over the past year have been basically ignored by me?

That slowed her down for a bit, but the hamster wheel isn’t designed for such thoughts, nor is a dogs brain, nor is a wimminz brain, which is prolly just as well, because then we stop short of the message in a dildo…

Me wanting you to fuck, and nothing else, isn’t the lowest level you can sink to… below that there is a whole level where you can iron my shirts, rub my shoulders, bathe me, scratch my balls, but never ever be able to give me even a hint of a hard on again.

Yes folks, welcome to have fucked you, not interested in fucking you again, but quite like you, land.

It’s a pretty grim place for a wimminz I guess, there she is wanting me, and me not wanting her, so any sexual overtones or touching or grinding is, well, you know, creepy, and offensive, and annoying….. how dare she view me as a sexual creature….

For a wimminz there is no way back either, once you have lost the ability to stir any reaction in a particular cock, pretty much all you got left is doubling down on some extreme kink, which will destroy whatever other position you thought you held with me….

There is of course a further level, as in off the radar completely, sunk below the surface, Davey Jones’ locker, but seeing as ***I*** don’t see that level, it and the inhabitants thereof basically do not exist as far as I am concerned.

I don’t suppose the smoker cares too much where the next smoke is from, if it has been a long time since the last one, roll-up, marlboro, peter stuyvesant, any one will do.

Smokers can do all sorts of shit too, cigar in mouth and “I ain’t smoking” cos “this ain’t a cigarette” and suchlike… guys quitting will know all the craving, all the reasons and excuses and things that your brain can come up with, to put that little white stick in your mouth and fire it up.

Or maybe to reach out and lift that glass to your lips.

Or maybe to smack your bitch up and commit DV, cos, you know, we men’s be addicted to that shit, can’t even see a wimminz without wanting to rape on her and smack her around, “hey baby, THIS ain’t DV!” and “hey baby, THIS ain’t rape“…  it’s called gaslighting.

Wimminz do it all the fucking time, and it leaves you just as confused and irritable and damn sure that you have forgotten something, if only you could remember what it was, as does giving up smoking, or drinking, or whatever.

You can be smoking, which makes you a docile mofo who I can sell shit to, or you can be not smoking, which makes you a suggestible mofo who can be marketed to, or you can be a square peg in a round hole mofo, in which case you need beating into shape.

All you smokers and ex smokers and in betweeners out there as yourself this question, which is harder, giving up smoking, or giving up buying cigarettes, also, which one is actually the secret to quitting?

Giving up smoking is easy enough, I’ve done it several times…. lol…. and hey, every time I started again there was a fucking wimminz directly behind it…. no bullshit

One strategy that sorta works in never buying your own, only smoking a freebie when offered… you know, never get married, only fuck some other suckers wife on the side when she offers…. lol

The difference and difficulty is you ain’t a smoking virgin, hell, even if you are those marlboro country memes will draw you in, just like the promise of the lust and love in those curves draws you into the wimminz, whether you be a virgin or not, because this you see is also a message in a dildo, the nature of addiction.

Addiction lays down pathways, the more they are used they easier they get to use, like a video game where the more that pathway is used the more it grows, from jungle trail to 12 lane superhighway

And once built it never goes away, maybe it degrades and crumbles with time, but ever so slowly.

But these addictive pathways, the smoking, the drinking, the gambling, the poon, they are all always and without exception laid down in terrain that just naturally lends itself to the construction and routing of a superhighway.

Nobody studied the brain and then went out looking for methods of control, those landscapes in the brain were always there, just waiting for something, anything to come along and build a superhighway, sure, you can market smoking to a man, but you can’t market it to a foreign kid who has literally never seen a magazine or TV or film, and who is only 3 anyway, and that goes double for a monkey or a chimp, but all of these will smoke, and if not become addicted and build a superhighway, they certainly prefer to carry on smoking.

I’m not addicted to cunt, I just prefer to carry on fucking new cunt every week.

Saying that because I am a man, I have spaces in the landscape of my brain not just ideal and reserved for, but actually pre-built with, superhighways for rape and domestic violence and sexual abuse, is not merely to paint me in a no-win, no-trust, no-authority situation, that is after all the purpose, it also gaslights me into being an ineffective and ineffectual eunuch.

Saying these things of men is the literal and factual equivalent of me saying “You were born with a cunt, you bleed from your cunt once a month to remind you of your nature and original sin, you can clearly never be allowed to vote, hold any position of authority, or partake in anything based upon your word, your oath, or your honour, for you have none.

BTW, just so you understand, that is my policy with wimminz and niggerz alike.

What with rising tensions in the middle east, spiralling economic problems and all the rest of that good stuff, my policy is likely to become ever more sustainable and mainstream, whereas your policies towards men….

Remember, there is no-one so rabid an anti-smoker as an ex smoker, the same holds true for drink, drugs, and those of us who have been fucked over by the wimminz and niggerz, secret family courts, police etc.

September 19, 2012

Sorry we are unable to accept comments for legal reasons.


 

That’s what it says NOW under the article at

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2204712/Woman-falsely-claimed-raped-men-regretted-having-sex-jailed-years.html

They had, as usual, no problem accepting comments for legal reasons until it became apparent that all the comments were totally negative and calling for the psycho skank ho to get three consecutive 21 year sentences…

Is there anyone left who is so fucking stupid they still do not realise that the MSM is anything but a “news” or “reporting” machine, and nothing but a “propaganda” and “brainwashing” machine?

Which brings me to wogs… specifically wogs in Africa.

Now before anyone starts, which they always do, I have not merely been to Africa on a 10 days safari package holiday, I lived there, had a home there, so unless you can lay at least that much on the table, good luck telling me I am wrong, based upon some MSM inspired beliefs about what Africa and the wogs are all about.

The white man basically built Africa, the roads, railways, farms, mines, power stations, you name it, if it was more advanced than mud huts and rough hewn lumber the white man built it.

Then we got all touchy feely and liberal and some white man educated wogs, and a few million other people who have never been to Africa and will never go, but were “educated” by the MSM started getting all liberal and touchy feely, give Africa back to the wogs, so we did, and it has at best stagnated and at worst descended into tribal hell and the total collapse of infrastructure.

See any parallels to giving Africa back to the wogs and giving the western world to the wimminz and niggerz? You should, it is the same shit at work, and the same thing getting sidelined, the white man with his tools in hand.

While we have adverts locally for city bus drivers, saying that with overtime they can earn up to 18k a year, wimminz working on the DV / wimminz refuge industry in this same city are pulling down 37k a year with no overtime… more than fucking double… of yeah and the wimminz in question’s lives are nothing more than tales of skank ho sluts threesome and foursome and moresome-ing it up every weekend.

While the city will without a doubt grind to a halt without bus drivers and refuse collectors and suchlike, while the city council is fat enough to employ one wimminz for the same money as they could hire two working men to do an infrastructure job, you should take ALL their claims about being broke and having to go to Poland to find people willing to drive buses or collect trash with the large dose of shit they deserve.

I’ve been trawling PoF for free skank ho cunt for around three years now, I have read tens of thousands of wimminz profiles, I have not yet seen one with a proper fucking trade, the bitches are all self employed (hairdresser who rents a chair somewhere) or fucking managers in an office or some such shit… the literal handful who claimed a trade such as engineering that I contacted simply because of this to find out what they actually did, were not doing anything even remotely resembling engineering…. assembling fucking wheelchairs from bits imported from China (I shit you not) does not make you an engineer, bitch.

Now, I haven’t been back to Africa for years, but I know people who have, and they have all told me the exact same thing…. the Chinese are there and they are as hard headed and practical as the white man was 100 years ago, and they are fucking transforming everything they touch, except, of course, the wogs and the bleeding heart liberals back home here, who paint the Chinese as filthy yellow slanty eyes exploiters.

Which makes for an interesting conjecture, will they come into the west and do the same thing when we slide further down the shitter.

The thing everyone forgets about the Chinese is they are at heart a practical and ruthless people, no race that has a recipe for everything from dead dog to snake and lizard is soft and fluffy.

We used to be that way here in the west, but somewhere along the line we got fat and lazy and let the wimminz and niggerz take a seat at the table and have a say in shit, and while I am not claiming that feminazism and liberalism are the same thing by any means, they do inhabit the same socio-politico-economic culture, and a fair analogy is to say that they are two (of several) distinct diseases that all produce similar symptoms and ultimately the demise of the host / patient.

Meanwhile in the USA prezident niggerz has signed into law the right for the military to grab an american citizen and incarcerate, interrogate and anything else they like, for as long as they like, with no due process or recourse to law….  not even the sham of justice that is recourse to law when the law is David v Goliath… fuck it, no need to even pretend any more.

Gearing up for war in the middle east and $200 a barrel oil, and when I say “barrel of oil” it is just another way of saying 1,900 kWh, so a big spike in energy costs.

Again, I will draw the analogy that nobody gets, that the various levels of technological society and like the stall speeds of various types of aircraft, so lets take a 747…

A 747 normally cruises at around 550 mph but stall speed is 160 mph, your 3000 mile flight at 575 mph = 5.21 hours, cut back to 400 mph (which may consume considerably more fuel than cruise speed at higher altitude) and that same journey will take 7.5 hours, and cost a lot more in fuel, cut back to stall speed of 160 mph and the same journey will take 18.75 hours, but you’ll never make it in one hop because fuel consumption will be so high, but back to 150 mph and you fall out of the sky and crash and burn and die.

This analogy holds true with a technological society, there are certain stall speeds below which certain things stop becoming merely slower or more inefficient, they just cease to work at all….

So to continue the analogy we have the wimminz and niggerz mandating ever lower flying speeds to make sure the most inefficient and crap airlines can “keep up” and be “equal“, and one day all the jets fall out of the sky, and all that is left is “Air Labia” with the old Dakota that can actually fly at 140 mph (but can’t fly London – LA or LA – Sydney at all) meanwhile the passenger complaints about the atrocities committed by Niggerz Air et al are, like the Daily Fail comments above, simply expunged if at all negative…. for legal reasons y’all understand.

And we are right back to Carl Sagan and a society based upon science and technology (daily kWh per capita to maintain a modern technological society) being run by people who haven’t got a fucking clue about science and technology, and the massed kept sheeple like and fed on pap….

By any standard applied at Nuremberg Tony Blair and Dubya Bush are war criminals who should be rotting in Dachau for the next 40 years, not because the war that was not a war was right or wrong or good or bad or necessary or not, but because it was started without proper legal authority…. “dodgy dossier” indeed.

One of the biggest demonstrations in modern UK history, over a million people turned up in London to protest that the about to be launched war against Iraq was illegal and should not be started…. this is in a country with only 50 million people on the mainland, yet 1 in 50 of all PEOPLE, not just adults or just men or just lefties, but 2% of the entire fucking population got off their asses and travelled to the capital city to protest.

Their “comments” were not accepted for legal reasons, and the war went ahead.

Right there, that should have been all the proof anyone needed that we are not living in anything even remotely approaching a democracy… so stop doffing your cap to the cunts and stop paying them royally to lie to you and fuck you up the ass.

We live in interesting times, to be sure…

 

 

September 17, 2012

Mitch

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:32 pm

Mitch isn’t his real name.

Mitch has a ZZTop fuck off spade beard, but it is showing bits of grey now, Mitch is 6 foot 2, and heavy built, going to a paunch of course, Mitch was born on a Harley. Mitch  has been in an “outlaw” patch club for 20+ years. Mitch is badass.

Go to Sturgis during bike week and you’ll see 10,000 just like Mitch.

Thing is, I knew Mitch way back, back when Mitch was riding a Honda 200 cc, back when Mitch was single, but had a fat ugly chick tailing him, back when…

Sometimes I run in to these people, we nod and check each other out, and the young buck’s working on their reputations can’t figure out why the greybeards are so quick to nod and smile at me, Hey Bro.

There aren’t many of them left of course, dying young is an occupational hazard of the badass biker, even within the relatively protected and supportive environment of a patch club, and I always shunned taking colours because to me I just didn’t need yet another fucking target on my back.

Sometimes you’ll overhear the bits of conversation, the young bucks saying to the greybeards “Who is he then, he don’t look like shit, I could break him in half

Sometimes you’ll overhear the response, “nobody really knew who he was, always ran alone, lone wolf, but you kept hearing stories, nothing you could pin on him and nothing he’d admit to, but you heard stories

What stories?” says the young buck

Never you mind..” says the greybeard, “… never you mind…

So I sit down with Mitch, who I haven’t seen for 15/20 years and we shoot the shit and play catch up, and you can tell from the young bucks faces when some pennies drop and they realise that certain folklore tales of the old guys in badass yesteryear and what we are discussing, this drink of piss was actually there, and it sounds like he was actually involved.

And we get to the present, Mitch is in a bind, he’s living in some guys spare room, and he only managed to keep the bike because it was registered to the club as  club property, when that fat bitch I knew way back when divorced him and took him to the fucking cleaners last year.

Time collapses and I see that old Mitch on the Honda, desperate to impress and belong, saving for his first HD, and I flick back to the shell in front of me.

I drop that I have been through the same shit, FRA / DV allegations, the works, Mitch is all Jesus Christ, she’s worm food of course…. hell no Mitch, I got older but I got wiser too, the world has moved on, it’s a digital age baby, CCTV / CSI / DNA / facial recognition, life is for the fucking living… plus I’m not whacked out on acid and speed all the time.

Nevertheless, something funny has come over me, the old mannerisms and speech patterns and indeed attitudes have resurfaced, a little, while talking to Mitch, so one of the young bitches who is clearly with the roid rage buck says something about things being tough all over, it isn’t even a concious decision, my mouth says “Shut the fuck up bitch, this is a man’s conversation.

Later, I re-run it in my head, and somewhere I clearly noticed her look to the roid rage buck for support, and I clearly noticed the roid rage buck puff up, and I clearly noticed him then decide maybe now is not the time or place.

Mitch grins, hey bro, it’s real good to see you again, he laughs, I can almost see the old days re-runs screening through his head, back when we were men, back when he was a man, not a broke down old man looking downhill all the way to the grave.

He takes a breath and laughs out loud, then shrugs, then says “Hey man, I’ll admit it, I wasn’t you, even dead guy #1 dead guy #2 dead guy #3 (legends and founder members, who we knew well, back in the day) weren’t you…

Later I re-run it in my head, and somewhere I clearly noticed roid rage buck have one of those oooh shit, that was nearly a fuckup, expressions on his face.

Mitch carries on “… but hey, yeah my divorce was fucked up, but the club kept me alive man.

No Mitch… ” I said, again without thinking, “… the club was a safety net, it stopped you having to choose between being alive or being dead.

That was a few weeks ago.

This morning I went into town to post some shit, I’m walking back to where I parked and the roid rage buck appears, my first thought is he has had time to think and he thinks he can break me in half, and he probably could, but he raises his hand in peace and says “Hey man, I’m supposed to give you a message if I saw you.

I say “What’s that then?

He says “Mitch jacked in his job and took his redundancy payment, drew it as cash and got on the bike and hopped the next ferry to Europe, last we heard he is in Greece and heading east, he says he’ll get in touch when he hits Goa

I nodded, smiled, and walked away, remembering the young Mitch (who had read Jupiter’s travels) on the Honda with the fat girlfriend and his dreams of saving up for an HD, and riding that fucker to Goa.

Later I re-run it in my head, and somewhere I clearly noticed the reflection of the roid rage buck in the bus shelter, staring after me, probably wondering it what it is with these crazy old fucks…. hey, it was a different world kid…

Playing some JJ Cale for you Mitch.

September 16, 2012

That dog won’t hunt.


 

There are lots of words for the same thing, feminism, equality, affirmative action, as usual with words that are actually written in lowercase but uttered in uppercase, their true meaning and intent is usually the direct opposite of their written intent and meaning.

Operation Iraqi Freedom” to give just one example…

So, let us look at the picture here on the right…

One of these is a retriever, one is a hunter turned gamekeeper.

One is trained to be a guide dog for the blind, one is trained to be a police / military attack dog.

They are not the same, they are not equal, they are not fungible, and speaking as someone who has always owned Alsatians, THEY know this, you only have to watch an Alsatian swagger through a crowd of other dogs of other breeds, to see this fact.

The ONLY times I have ever seen anything other than swagger from an Alsatian around other dogs is when they meet Doberman, then they both swagger, in an entirely different way, and then you see some real “equal but different“… “uh huh, you think you can run and hunt motherfucker, you’re “it”….” zoooom…

Of course when I am speaking of the nature of Alsatians I speak of their true nature, when they live with a minimum of two others of their kind, the mini pack, not the solitary hound at home.

A friend of mine used to keep a dozen of them, go out in the field / long grass / woods and see the two frolicking in front of you and wagging their tails at you, then, if you were smart, notice the other ten at all points of the compass around you, either stalking you or guarding your perimeter, depending on how they saw you….

Feminazi society will and does mandate, and enforce by law, not just Labrador as police dogs and Alsatians as guide dogs for the blind, at a push you could sorta squint and get away with that one, but terriers as guide dogs, sausage dogs as sheep herders, chihuahuas as police attack dogs, danes as varmint / rabbit hounds, pugs as trackers…

Not only this, but it is off to the vets for anyone who dare criticise this.

Comment that the pug makes a better police attack dog than the chihuahua, and off to the vets with the pug, to remove whatever “unfair” advantage it may be “enjoying“.

Wimminz are the soft and fluffy nurturing ones, while the evil men are all nasty and creepy and evil and must be kept awy from kids….

Just sayin’……

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2203653/Woman-53-appears-court-charged-giving-11-month-old-boy-bottle-filled-bleach.html

 

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