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December 12, 2013

A Matter of Principle – for Jim

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:43 pm

See, I have this policy, you can more or less sum it up thus;

  1. I meet you, and you’re a blank slate, what gets written there depends upon you.
  2. I will learn what you teach me by your actions.
  3. If there is a difference between your words and your actions, your actions carry the weight, and your words become worthless.

I have had some chats with a few people about a couple of recent posts, the dichotomy between what wimminz do this week, and what they said last week.

To be fair, in my experience, in a lot of cases this isn’t actual malice per se, what happens is this;

  1. The wimminz says something to you
  2. The wimminz does something different
  3. The wimminz realises / remembers you go by the first set of numbers above in blue
  4. The wimminz feels awkward, and so, like a small child, rather than face up to it they turn away and pretend to ignore the source of the shame, you, for having standards.
  5. Eventually, possibly, after enough time has passed she will talk to you again.

If you are thinking spoiled 4 year old child, you pretty much have it nailed.

The “problem” here is that when you have someone like most men, who work according to the blue text, and you mix it with wimminz, who work according to the pink text, it is pretty much only a matter of time until the two crash into each other and she invokes option 4.

What you guys have to realise is you can’t make this work, I *used* to express my policy as “I don’t give a fuck how you treat other people, only how you treat me” but the problem with that policy is the assumption that this wimminz is going to treat you differently than she has treated everyone else…. leopards and spots spring to mind.

If you are either unlucky, or stupid, you find yourself in the place I was what is several years ago now, in a relationshit with a wimminz, where there were enough ties that she couldn’t really do #4, or she instead chose secret item 4a, which isn’t written anywhere, which is to hurt you for making her feel shame.

That’s when you start down the road to false accusations of domestic violence, sexual abuse and rape.

Nota Bene, it can be a third party that prevents her taking option 4, doesn’t matter, you are still the source of her angst.

So at this point you either wise up, or you don’t.

If you wise up then you realise that there is absolutely nothing you can do, or not do, to remedy or change the situation one iota, nor was there anything you could have done to prevent it, except perhaps having no standards whatsoever and accepting anything and everything she did unquestioningly.

Never ever ever call pwincess out on her bullshit…

Of course this goes 100% against a man’s nature, which is to alter the environment to suit, he can’t resist meddling, but at some point in your life you just have to learn the lesson that there are some things that not only can NEVER be improved by meddling, but which are also ALWAYS made worse by meddling.

Wimminz be such a thing.

If she has always treated everyone like shit, she is gonna treat you like shit sherlock, and this is one of the reasons I always bail the instant I hear a wimminz say anything negative about any of her ex’s….

Fact is in some cases for whatever reasons I was able to know more than merely what she told me about the hated ex, eg I remember the newspaper mentioning the guy’s name and reporting on the fact he got thrown into prison for 3 years for beating the living shit out of her.

I got news for you, she fucking deserved it, no exceptions, and the only thing standing between you accepting that as fact, and you thinking she is gonna treat you different / better because, after all, you aren’t some low life thug scum, is time spent in her company.

Now I am not actually advocating or excusing violence against da wimminz, or anyone else, but the fact is when a person indulges in a persistent pattern of behaviour, in close proximity to and affecting another person, then the other person is affected by the first person’s behaviour… and depending on the behaviour of the first person that can indeed elicit a violent response from the second person.

I can make *anyone* completely fucking lose it and go postal on me, it’s easy, this is all you have to do

  1. flick their ear hard
  2. act contrite and promise never to do it again
  3. wait 8 to 24 hours
  4. go to #1

At that point it is just a question of iteration, sooner or later *everyone* will fucking lose it.

Here is something else I have observed.

These nasty ex’s who have lost it come in two categories.

The ones who now have criminal and prison records for violence against her, these always seem to be softer types that worked at keyboards or clerky sort of stuff…. generally they had a long relationship with the bitch before losing it one day and beating the crap out of them.

The ones who had a record before they met the bitch, these are the ones that slapped her upside the head the first time she stepped out of line.

If she has kids, and he never sees them, it tends to be by the first sort.

Now, I am not saying it is better to be the sort of guy who slaps the bitch upside the head at the first sign of disobedience, they are after all both losing strategies, but the guy who takes a lot of shit in silence before eventually breaking is the bigger loser of the two.

So it is worse to be the guy who suffers in silence, hoping one day she will change.

But, at least both of these guys got laid at some point, if you want to be a REAL fucking loser, all you have to do is be one of the niggerz who came running around to pwotect da pwintheth when she dropped a dime on these guys.

Why do you think they hate the other two classes of loser so much…. at least they got to dip their wicks in da pwincess…

Which all brings me to what this post is really about.

Do you do what I do, mainly avoid but select they prey and then pump and dump, or do you do what others do and go ghost and celibate?

Well, #1 you gotta be true to you, that is the biggie.

Frankly speaking, neither path offers significant advantages over the other when it comes to protecting yourself from future malicious false allegations…. the prosecution can make a case either way, and the bit you need to get is that the real damage starts at the point of allegation / accusation, when da police niggerz swing into action against your ass.

This is the point where things go hard or easy depending on whether or not you have been true to yourself. Principles, it’s a lot harder to railroad a guy who has been demonstrably living according to his own unique set.

Just like the skank who has always said one thing and done another, living by your principles, whether that be pump and dump or abstinence, does something very very important.

It builds a pattern of behaviour.

The best guide to both someone’s future actions and possible / probable past actions is to look at their pattern of behaviour, does whatever this thing is fit in with it, or not?

If it does, then it is probably true, if it doesn’t, then it probably isn’t.

I don’t want to say that is how I “beat” my FRA, because above all else it was a FALSE rape accusation, FALSE DV accusation, etc, but, these false allegations and accusations did not fit with the observable pattern of behaviour of my life.

This is a million miles away from saying that the observable pattern of behaviour of my life painted a picture of an exceptional and wonderful human being, on the contrary it painted a picture of someone pretty fucking ordinary when it came right down to it, full of the usual complement of flaws and weaknesses and frailties.

And there is the rub, if you take someone who has an observable pattern of being a gambling fool, but no history of violence, you have a hard job painting them as a violent thug.

People start to ask, if this guy has these tendencies that are so close to the surface, how come everything we can observe highlights all this other shit?

Why is there none of THIS shit? Did he just suffer a blow to the head, or some other explanation, for what is in effect an alleged change of personality?

If you are like me, and you like cunt, then trying to emulate someone who can just go ghost and celibate ain’t gonna sit right, look right, or feel right.

If you can do those things naturally, then more power to you.

If you can’t, then you need to do what I do, which is *attempt* to indulge them, while remaining true to your principles.

That doesn’t mean dating skank ho single mommies and ignoring all that bad shit because what you are really after is getting laid, that there, see, that is when you start doing shit that doesn’t fit.

If you end up on swinging / fucking sites where people are openly offering NSA sex, fairy nuff.

If you still can’t get that shit together, put away 25 a week and once a month drop a dime on a whore.

And here we come to the really important part.

Starting to fuck whores isn’t a change in WHO YOU ARE, it is a change in WHAT YOU DO, the two are not necessarily the same thing.

You’re still fucking, you are paying cash directly now instead of indirectly, but you are still fucking, which is closer to what you used to do with the skanky ex than getting your fucking by hanging with a skank ho single mommy and her womb turds and playing beta step daddy. (assuming there were no step kids with the skanky ex)

What matters is you are still fucking, not that you are now paying cash for it.

What matters is you are still not hanging with other men’s kids, not that you’re only doing it because you are banging their mummy.

Yes, it’s subtle, but all the important aspects of human nature are, and subtle or not this is just the sort of shit we have evolved to notice and judge.

Take my mate Jim, now Jim has always been an Elvis asshole, and a mad on Elvis and insists on singing Elvis songs even though he can’t sing a fucking note to save his life asshole who insists on saying thangyaverymuch and uhhuh.

Jim went through a similar experience to me.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, buy’s her version of events, not even da po-lice who arrested him etc etc.

She took all his shit, all his LP’s posters rhinestone and you fucking name it, even cost him his job house and kids.

Jim still listens to Elvis, when da po-lice said we ain’t gonna charge you 15 months after arresting him he says thangyaverymuch and walks out the station, singing Men With Broken Hearts (an Elvis song) and so in many ways his life has changed utterly.

Jim now bangs whores once every six weeks, like clockwork, he tell’s em thangyaverymuch and sings She’s Not You as he walks away (another Elvis song)

Jim stuck to his principles, I wasn’t there, but apparently when the po-lice interrogated him as to the alleged rapes and domestic violence his answer was he didn’t do that, and when they pushed him he said he didn’t do that, because the King wouldn’t have done it.

I know maybe one person who actually gets where Jim is coming from, and he thinks Bob Marley was God, but *everyone* buys his story and n0t hers, because what he does is changed, but he is still who he always was, and that’s what counts with people.

Jim didn’t get shit on from a great height because he was an Elvis loving asshole, he got shit on because she was a worthless skank ho and the world is full of niggerz, so stopping being an Elvis loving asshole isn’t going to change anything…. except it will break that pattern of who Jim is, and at THAT point you might start to question what else about him you don’t know, or has changed.

I just got word, Jim died in hospital yesterday morning, heart attack, funeral is Saturday, asked if I can make it, said yeah, it’s only 200 miles, I was told 2 things.

1/ Don’t worry about dress, they’ve grabbed an Elvis costume in my size…

2/ Don’t tell his skank ho ex, this is a service for Jim’s mates only.

It would appear that those intangible and ever so subtle things, Jim’s principles, lasted longer than his heart.

October 12, 2013

Just how honest would you like me to be?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:54 pm

With you, with myself?

How honest will you be, with me, with yourself?

There are plenty of things I won’t share, or talk about, and no, that isn’t code for being sodomised as a 7 year old or any of that shit, it’s just that there are some things that a me-centric enough that they are nobody else’s business.

But, while avoiding talking about specific things, some times we can talk about the paths we found ourselves on due to these specific things.

The feeling you get when you look at your family tree and actually realise for the first time you are a dead end, literally. And too old to meet and fall in love and marry and all that shit… so you are a dead end, literally.

The feeling a whole decade plus later, long after you have made your peace with the fact you are a dead end, when a wimminz deliberately and without consulting you or your wishes, gets pregnant by you, goes to term and delivers a healthy baby boy.

I suppose I could sit here and give y’all the proud and happy dad bullshit, but no, that ain’t true, it was duty and no more.

It is not the greatest day of your life, or the happiest, or any other fluffy shit.

Unlike the quiet day a decade before when you had had time to think and contemplate that you were a dead end, and be saddened by it, the day your son (commiserations if the womb turd is a mini slut) is born there is just too much shit going on for you to come to any honest answers.

I’m sorry, was I supposed to be a nice guy, a genuine solid man of integrity who was just used and abused and hurt by wimminz?8124529600_b3d6a8a504_z

I am the sum of my experiences, both at the hands of others and my own, if I am to take any credit for anything it is that I am not some crazed vengeful serial killer.

I am not a nice man, but I am a truthful man, and a fair man, and a stands by his word man, and don’t do unto what I don’t want done unto back, even when it is.

Said to a wimminz last week, one of the few who is honest enough herself to be able to have conversation with her, that in reality raising kids is like raising a dog, it’s not hard, it’s not rewarding, it’s duty, and your kids, however much you may love em, they are not companions, they are sovereign territories of their own.

She just stared at me in silence for several seconds, before casting her eyes down in shame and admitting what we all know, what I said was truth, that level of honesty with oneself is unsettling and disturbing in the privacy of your own mind, scary when it is stated openly.

When I was younger I wondered, and secretly worried, that I might one day be a paedophile, if I didn’t watch myself, you see I had these urges, and you can’t discuss that shit…. and then one day I met someone who I later found out worked with such kids and their abusers, very eminent, very respected, and so one day we had a discussion on the subject… turns out she knew before I did I wasn’t one, if she suspected I could have been we would never have gotten close, turns out that those feelings of awareness of the sexuality of some of the more physically mature 14 and 15 year old girls were just natural biological functions, and I learned new words like hebephile and ephebefile, and that I was neither of those either, being aware of sexual maturity isn’t the same as wanting to fuck… wanting to fuck was conditioned out of me by my family and society and the way I was raised.

Once I learned that I was none of these things because I was none of these things, not that I was none of these things because so far I had resisted urges and impulses, all the shame was lifted.

I had nothing to be ashamed about, looking at the St Trinians‘s girls (pic above) and thinking phwoar as a young man did not make me a paedo, it made me normal… I was not “in temptation” by mere proximity, there was no thin end of a wedge, there was no desensitisation, there was no hidden psychopathy, and then I in turn started talking to others, and found that they had had exactly the same “awareness” of sexual maturity, and the exact same thoughts of secret shame, because they went though the exact same mental processes of being scared to examine it, just in case they were sick in the head.

And suddenly all the shaming language used in society was water off a duck’s back, I knew it wasn’t me.

Sure, I knew I still had to watch my ass, not just do nothing wrong, but don’t get yourself in a situation where things could go wrong, but suddenly….

I was no longer participating in my own shaming and control and self loathing.

I didn’t come out the other side of it a saint, honesty to oneself is not a pleasant experience, but the people most horrified by my ‘gazing into the mirror’ honesty are those who set themselves up as custodians to society, and unease and awkwardness YOU felt reading the above disclosures is magnified a thousandfold by what those who set themselves up as custodians feel.

In my secret family court case the judge, lawyers, social workers, court shrinks and assorted hangers on quite plainly looked at me with absolute hate and loathing, not because of the various things I was maliciously and falsely accused of by my psycho skank ho ex, but because I stood up and looked them all in the eye and had zero internal doubts, I was no longer able to participate in the attempted shaming of me, and I could not be manipulated into making any kind of concessions or admissions or twists of language or allowances.

I was powerless, but I was a fucking rock, unmoved, unaffected, unable to participate in the circus and play my appointed role.

I didn’t *have* to be honest with anyone else, but I *had* to be honest with myself when looking in the mirror, I had to turn over rocks, pull out all the worms, give them a post mortem, and then examine everything for consistency, all the while fighting the urge to just turn my back on it all and ignore it all and pretend none of it is true.

I am 100% responsible for putting myself in a situation where the psycho skank ho ex could make false allegations of DV and FRA etc against me.

I enabled her to do this, I gave her the opportunity.

I kept doing it, even when I had several opportunities to bail, and I am not talking opportunities to walk away, anyone can do that any time, if they are prepared to pay the price.

I am talking opportunities to bail where I deliberately put myself back in the target zone.

She is 100% responsible for making malicious false accusations.

I am 100% responsible for putting myself in a place where she could, and then staying there.

The difference between then and now is now I have faced that internal mirror some more, and turned over far more rocks… not them all, but far more.

Some of those rocks include;

  • Being scared of being “alone”
  • Being scared of being a dead end genetically
  • Wanting to see myself as a knight in shining armour
  • Not wanting to accept that my initial impressions of someone were mistaken, there was no good, hidden deep with them, that would come out if only they were given a chance.

Yeah, it was the last couple that really did it for me.

Wanting to be perceived by others in a certain way is a folly.

Wanting to be perceived by yourself in a certain way is the greatest folly.

In a strange way, I am grateful to the psycho skank ho ex, if she wasn’t so psycho I would still be trapped in a prison of my own making. I know it is an anathema to say such things, like those who are grateful to shit that nearly killed them for giving them a whole new perspective and lease on life.

Finding and analysing and eliminating these rocks was key to ridding myself of the poison of anger and hate and loathing that dwelled within me, and I could see that same anger and hate and loathing in the judge, lawyers, etc etc

Don’t make a career out of keeping these rocks alive, Tamagotchi style…

In ages past they would have been called inner demons, and keeping them alive would be demonic possession, and of course da wimminz, well, that was where the word hysteria and hysterical comes from innit….

Guys often ask me why I still associate with da wimminz, and fuck them, why don’t I ghost.

Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, not because I am the meanest motherfucker in the entire valley, but because I am that valley, and I am done fearing me.

I never did fear others, it was always me that scared me, not what I was, but what I was capable of.

No longer, I have met the enemy, and he is me.

We have come to know each other, and come to a truce of sorts, not all of the rocks have been examined, but at least there are none left in our shoes or in our eyes.

How honest do you want me to be, I am a deeply flawed human being, but there is no malice in me, and I am content to get by trying to do unto others as I would have them do unto me, and avoiding them if they aren’t happy with that.

How honest do you want me to be, that son that was taken away from me and his paternal family, I’ll do something as / when / if enough factors change so that I can actually do something, until then I’m not going to beat myself up, or allow anyone else to beat me up, about being a deadbeat dad.

Don’t let this be you.

The old man’s sitting there, his head bowed down
Every now and then he’ll take a look around
And his eyes reflect the memory-pain of years gone by
He can’t regain nostalgic dreams he’ll never see again

With trembling hands, he wipes a tear
Many fall like rain, there’s one for every year
And his life laid out so clearly now, life that’s brought death
So nearly now life once he clung to dearly lets go

But spare a thought as you pass him by
Take a closer look and you’ll say
He’s our tomorrow, just as much as we are his yesterday

A lonely grave, and soon forgot
Only wind and leaves lament his mournful song
Yet they shout his epitaph out clear
For anyone who’s passing near
It names the person lying here as you
And you…and you…and you…

 

September 11, 2013

Michael Evil (sic)

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:30 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2417412/Michael-Le-Vell-WHEN-men-pre-conviction-anonymity-rape-trials.html

So, after spending a year dishing dirt on the guy, the meedja now want to know what’s wrong with the fucking system… any old lies to sell more copies and ad impressions eh.

One the one hand, no evidence of any kind is sufficient to drag him into court, but no evidence of any kind is suddenly insufficient to drag his false rape accuser into court, funny that…

and now I want

to say something

VERY, VERY, VERY

fucking important.

Every single fucking time this happens, some cunt trots out the platitude that at the end of the day there are only two people who really know what happened, the accuser and the accused.

Speaking as one of the accused, allow me to clear that point up, the accused knows he didn’t fucking do it, or anything even remotely like it, but let me assure you of one thing, one of the truest and most profound things you can say about any many falsely accused of rape is not that he is one of two people on the planet who know what really happened, he is in fact the one person on the planet most in the dark and confused about what happened.

To this fucking day;

  • I do not know what happened.
  • I was one of the last to hear that the po-lice were not going to charge me
  • I was only given sight of my lying psycho skank ho ex FRA’s actual testimony in court, in my case a seekrit family court, in mike evil’s case a criminal court
  • I (like mike evil) was not permitted to see my accuser in court, the cunt hid behind a screen, everyone else could see her
  • I was the one person on the planet not allowed to contact my accuser, or anyone who knew her, to ask WTF was going on
  • etc
  • you get the picture

I really do wish the guy all the best, as I say that as someone who couldn’t stand the soap he was in, or his character in it, or his acting, and on any other day I would have said he deserved 20 years for it, but that was all a bit tongue in cheek, what he went through was real, and it isn’t over.

On the contrary, the news is now filled with stories of the soap directors offering him a quarter of a million quid a year, so there is 250,000 reasons for more false accusations to come out of the woodwork.

He is however slightly better off than the other celebutards charged but awaiting trial, as his trial was such a fuck up there will be vastly increased pressure to get a conviction on one of them.

 

May 12, 2013

Sooner or later…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:26 pm

… wimminz always revert to form.

There is an English comedian called Jack Dee, he specializes in a dry delivery, and 99.9% of his material I can take or leave, but away back when bungee jumping was the new rage and everyone was doing it, Dee made a very funny (to me) comment, it boiled down to “fuck bungee jumping, I wanna see bungee climbing, where they climb as far as they can up a cliff before the elastic yanks them back down.”

It made oi larf… indeed.

And I was reminded of it last night, when the latest wimminz, who had been putting on an act of reasonableness and sanity and sexual submission in a bid to ensnare me, reached that point where the tension on the bungee cord exceeded her ability to maintain her grip on the cliff face of the façade she was presenting, and snap, runaway hamster wheel accelerating away at ever increasing RPM towards bursting speed.

The process as usual is characterized by the wimminz reverting to type, and me feeling like a rather stupid and crazy four year old child was trying to manipulate me into doing buying them the ice cream, or whatever it was they wanted.

Of course me asking pointed questions like “What part of this insane behaviour do you think any man anywhere on the planet will look at, and decide he needs more of it in his life?”

Of course the “out of control” tantrums are anything but out of control, they may involve risky and stupid and asshole behaviour, but there has been an innate risk assessment performed, so inevitably it looks like what it is, very bad acting indeed.

Of course at this point lots of readers are going all oh noes, wot iz he doing, these wimminz be crazy, why doesn’t he stay away, no cunt is worth it.

Yeah, except these crazy bitches don’t vanish off the face of the planet if you refuse to have anything to do with them, so unless you are going to be  hermit, you are going to have to learn how to deal with them.

There is  world of difference between drawing a line and saying at THIS point I am no longer a participant bitch, just a fucking observer, and being INVOLVED, and it is the being INVOLVED that the above lunatic behaviour is, by some fruity wimminz logic, supposed to trick you into…

Think of a vehicle with a diesel engine starting to eat it’s own lube oil and run away…

Those who are INVOLVED in that vehicle stand waaaay too fucking close, and put themselves in harms way attempting to interfere and change the outcome, while those who are merely OBSERVERS distance themselves and digitally record.

So the bitch’s hamster wheel revs up to eeeek speed, and she plays the “you don’t want me to stay / appreciate me / look after me / love me” card, instead of saying “No baby please stay and I’ll make it up to you” I just give the shrug and say she is an adult, if she wants to go, go…

Bluff called she goes, only to engineer a reason to come back 10 minutes later, but of course, being a wimminz, this isn’t coming back calmed down and lesson learned, oh no, it is coming back doubled down on the crazy shit.

So I stand in the doorway and shrug again and ask her why she thinks any man in his right mind would let some crazy acting bitch into his home, this is of course met with disbelief, I am sooooo NOT responding the way all “good men” have been trained to respond to a pwincess in a tantrum, so she stomps off again, in even greater disbelief that I will not wescue da pwincess from a situation entirely of her own making.

“You are an adult, you are capable of making your own decisions, and suffering the consequences, if you choose to act like an insane bitch, it is your decision”

So she stomps off, proceeds to ring me every ten minutes for the next hour and a half, no worries it all goes to answerphone and when a sufficient quantity of calls have been received the number gets added to the reject list.

I chill some, get in to bed and sleep the night through, untroubled by dreams or drama or conscience.

The moral of this story, she was on a bloody good deal with me, but instead of seeing all the good bits, all she could see were the missing bits, so she focused on them, and kept doubling down in an attempt to manipulate me into doing them, result, she is back to no man, minus all the bloody good deal stuff she was getting,  and I didn’t lose a moment’s sleep over her transition from current squeeze to history.

Impatience, an inability to sustain the course or play the long term game.

This is what wimminz ARE

This is why you don’t let them in to your lives, you don’t introduce them to your circle of friends, you don’t tell them who your employer is, you don’t tell them your personal history, you don’t introduce them to your own family… these things by definition make you INVOLVED, not an OBSERVER.

This is why you pay no heed whatsoever to all the stuff people look at, she is old enough to have learned these lessons, all that jazz, wimminz are NEVER old enough to learn any lessons.

AWALT motherfucker, everything else is just a fucking act.

If people wanna go bungee climbing, fine, they are adults, their decision, just DO NOT GET INVOLVED.

You can fuck people without getting involved.

ALL WIMMINZ KNOW THIS

You can’t fuck someone and then do the insane pwincess, wescue poor widdle owd me, stunt with someone you are INVOLVED with.

You can’t make false accusations of rape and domestic violence against people you are INVOLVED with.

You can’t bail out of marriages and take people to the cleaners that you are INVOLVED with.

Sooner or later, ALL wimminz will pull this shit on you, and there is a 99.999% chance that it will happen right after you (accidentally) do something reasonable and treat them like a rational human being with feelings, and not a feral wild animal, and they will pull the epic shit test on your ass, as this psycho skank ho did to me last night.

I’m sorry (no, I’m not), you appear to have confused me with someone who gives a fuck whether I ever see you again or not…

She got it, you know, she really did get it, in the end there when the shit test failed epically and the tension in the bungee cord had just snatched her away from the cliff face, in that Wile E Coyote moment..

She said I was a stone cold bastard with zero feelings for anyone and an empty space where my heart should be.

Yeah, whatever, bitch…. I’d consider that high praise indeed, if it had come from someone I could respect.

Sooner or later… it’s not a lesson you can unlearn, thank fuck.

January 13, 2013

That’s another fine mess you’ve got me into

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:01 pm

Well, there is this wimminz, it ain’t all that but I have been dumping a load into in now and again, but also being very wary because this wimminz works in the feminazi industry, pretty close to the sharp end.

Now, I’ve never made a secret of my own FRA and somehow at some point got talking to this wimminz about her own chaotic life and toxic female friends, but as always they don’t listen, or if they do it is only partially… so my warnings were falling on stony ground.

So, to cut a long story short, she got involved in the sort of wimminz feminazi all men are evil rapists shit that she does for her work day, as part of her off work day, by way of one of these toxic female friends.

Now you have to bear in mind she has previously told me this story, and I told her it was complete bullshit, and proceeded to completely de-construct it and point out all the obvious contradictions and mutually exclusive claims etc, it’s total bullshit, and she agreed with everything I said, and then accompanied this toxic friend to the po-lice so the toxic friend can tell these same stories about her alleged historic abuser(s), who just happen to be living family members.

Of course within 12 hours all the female relatives of the accused male are screaming blue murder and abuse at “my” cum dump wimminz, and now they are out to destroy her life, turnabout is fair play eh… to all of which she is just shocked, shocked I tell you, after all, she didn’t do anything, it was her toxic mate who claimed to have been abused…

So it is with great mirth and delight that I point out that this system, this feminazi wimminz system in which she herself works and is a part of, in this system, the very first casualty is truth, because as soon as something is said, suddenly there are a handful of professionals, just like her, eager to charge 200 an hour, for as many hours as possible.

<wimminz head assplodez>

So about four times in the next 20 minutes I throw into the conversation the fact that if she thinks she has it tough, spare a thought for the man her toxic friend just railroaded, of course sympathy for a man whose cock they do not desire is a bridge too far for all wimminz, AWALT, so she really doesn’t not want to think about or discuss that, the whole thorny subject of personal consequences and responsibility being totally taboo for all wimminz.

But then something priceless happens.

I tell her a good indication that a rape allegation, or any other fucking story a wimminz tells, is a lie is if it solves more problems FOR THE TELLER than it creates, as was the case here

I tell her that this scenario is true for the 88% of rape allegations made to the police which are false, just like the one her toxic mate just made, she agrees.

Then the priceless bit.

I tell her that I doubt that in all the years she has been working at the sharp end of the feminazi wimminz industry, I doubt there were more than three wimminz who walked through her doors and told the truth about the violence and sexual abuse they suffered at the hands of evil men….  and she is quiet for a minute, nods, and actually fucking agrees with me.

What is interesting about this story, is yet again I see first hand proof.

First hand proof that when forced to face the consequences of their actions and lifestyles and choices, it is AWALT, all wimminz just cease to function intellectually (assuming they ever did) their heads assplode and all mental processes get stuck in a loop where the interrupts / breaker is always, always, always, the issue of individual personal responsibility and consequences.

If I have said it once I have said it a million times, when you warn someone about the course of action they are embarking on and they ignore you, do not listen to you, it is always one of two things;

  1. they think they are smarter than you, and so what you say is wrong
  2. they are not prepared to accept the changes they must make in life, and so what you say must be wrong.

Generally speaking men are group 1 and wimminz are group 2, generally speaking.

The wimminz I was dumping a load into and whom I warned fell into group 2, not prepared to dump her toxic friend and tell her that like all wimminz she was a lying sack oh shit, so what I was saying was wrong, so my warnings could be safely ignored…

… and 48 hours later TSHTF, in EXACTLY THE WAY I WARNED….

…worth pointing out, that the wimminz who are out for her blood because she “enabled” her toxic mate to go to the po-lice and report a family member for alleged historic abuse, are not out to get her because an innocent man is going to get the chop… oh no… but because of the consequences of an innocent man who also happens to be their husband / father / uncle / neighbour getting dragged off by the rape squad… the consequences that mean it will, in these other wimminz’ words, cost THEM everything to have this innocent man carted off… loss of a husband, loss of a father, loss of an uncle, loss of a breadwinner, loss of face in the community.

None of them are mourning the fate of the innocent man.

Me me me me me me me me me , that is all any of them are ever thinking, if you will forgive me for using the word thinking…. my cum bucket in this little story is typical of the breed, it doesn’t matter one iota to her that her entire working life and social circle is comprised of toxic scum feminazi wimminz, and what she is facing now is a vastly overdue and vastly watered down red pill, all that matters to her is she is nice and hasn’t done anything to deserve this and wants it all to stop, now.

And this little scene is of course one that has played around every single man falsely accused of domestic violence or raping his wife or buggering his own children.

It is true (just look at our so called leaders) that 95% of men never grow up, they remain spoiled children all their lives, the niggerz, but it is also true of 99.999% of wimminz.

My own cum bucket in this scenario blows all the breakers when she participates in a situation that in reality puts 99.9% of the hurt on an innocent man, and 0.099% of the hurt on the wimminz around him, and 0.0001% of the hurt on her, even though in reality she should be facing at least 10% for being the one who finally “enabled” her toxic mate to take her bullshit victim story to the po-lice…

What the fuck is she, and all the other wimminz in society, gonna do when the economic hurt train comes to town?

“Man up” or “Think it through” are two phrases that do not spring to mind.

She won’t give a fuck if it a GI with candy and nylons or a SS guy with a bottle of claret, bitch is going to spread em faster than a mousetrap can spring shut, to get that GI or SS guy before the bitch next door does.

When times get tough you will NOT see lines of wimminz queueing all day for a loaf of bread, or land girls, or keep calm and carry on.

When times get tough you will see millions of wimminz SCWEAMING for their magic pwincess barbie unicorns, and any one and any thing that they can get their hands on is going to get torn to fucking pieces by the mob.

The only option that will get us out of tough times, manning up, knuckling down, keeping calm and carrying on, cutting our suits according to our cloth, etc etc, is THE ABSOLUTE LAST FUCKING THING THESE WIMMINZ WILL EVER ACCEPT.

To them this is total and absolute capitulation and being utterly broken to harness like a horse or a nigger slave, everything including death, is preferable.

Especially when, being wimminz, it comes to death, because it will be someone else doing the dying, so they can continue to sit there with the mental breakers chattering away and making no changes whatsoever.

Doubling down? You ain’t seen nothing yet.

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As an aside, PoF is going through the usual january dry spell, so I have been getting most of my action on the swinging scene.

As I have said before, the couples on the swinging scene are without exception some loser niggerz and his wimminz owner, and most of the single wimminz are fairly toxic attitude wise too.

What is interesting, and the purpose of this aside, is the single guys, many of them are straight out of the wimminz guide book to being a man, many of the forum posts are about what wimminz want, and the vast majority of these men are considered lucky if they get three meets a year.

Contrast this with me, who has a profile that does everything wrong, according to the forum posts on how single guys can get laid, I demand anal, I demand oral, I demand fisting, I demand bareback, I demand submission… I get loads of action, and 99% of it from wimminz who devote their profile to telling guys they are not a sub, safe sex only, vaginal sex only, and oh yeah, you gotta go down on me.

These are the wimminz alluded to above, the first ones to open their legs when the GI’s or SS walk down the high street the day the tanks roll in to town.

June 25, 2012

The 55 gallon red pill.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 6:07 pm

Since I have just about been asked for the 99th time so far this year, fuck it, this is where I alienate EVERYONE, with the biggest and baddest red pill on planet earth.

Leave now, and read no further, unless you want your mind altered forever…

Still here?

OK, here we go then.

Hopefully you will have accepted by now that AWALT, All Wimminz Are Like That, and internalised the consequences of that realisation.

Thing is, the rabbit hole goes MUCH deeper, and that is where we are going now, what makes AWALT.

What has really prompted the !99! similar questions, is the never ending succession of wimminz in the news and in trouble for fucking their students, fucking their sons, fucking the neighbourhood donkey, fucking the local football team in a gang-bang, etc etc.

I have at one time or another fucked just about every type of wimminz out there, and I have come to the conclusion that deep down, for values of deep that may vary from needing a glass of vodka to needing no excuse at all, all wimminz will fuck absolutely anything, no limits whatsoever.

Where the 55 gallon red pill comes into play is all wimminz know this, to them it is like the little devil on their shoulder whispering in their ear, and on the other shoulder is the little devil of public perception, telling her not to do that, because it will make her a slut in they eyes of other wimminz.

So all wimminz are constantly torn, like an alcoholic working as a bartender, between this one voice telling them to drink the fucking place dry, and the other voice warning them that nobody likes a lush for a bartender.

It is this constant internal conflict that makes the wimminz crazy, and is the supercharged big block driving their hamster wheel, and this is where all their projection onto evil men and dead beat dads and paedophiles and rapists come from, the wimminz just naturally assume that men will do these things, because after all, THEY would.

Once you swallow THIS 55 gallon red pill, ALL the wimminz psycho behaviour becomes apparent, when one wimminz discovers another wimminz has been fucking her man, blame the man, because there is no point blaming the other wimminz (hate on her by all means) because the other wimminz is driven by the same urges to fuck anything.

There used to be an old series of adverts for a vermouth with the brand name of Cinzano.

The tagline was “Any time, any place, any where.“

And that basically sums up the wimminz little devil on their shoulder, but it omits the “Any thing” it has to be said.

God fucking help you if you end up with your ex wimminz going to the police against you, because guess what, if the allegations involve domestic violence or sexual abuse the police in question will also be wimminz.

The social workers who then get involved in the “welfare” of your kids will be wimminz.

Chances are, you ex’s lawyers will also be wimminz.

If you are having a REALLY shit day, the judge may also be a wimminz.

NO ACCUSATION OR ALLEGATION OR CLAIM made to any of these other wimminz by your ex will be seen as insane and fucked up beyond all belief and too far fetched to take seriously.

If you psycho skank ho ex claims you made her blow the donkey in the yard so that you could upload it to youtube, all these other wimminz will INSTANTLY buy it, because all of them, including your psycho skank ho ex, will fuck ANY THING, ANY TIME, ANY PLACE, ANY WHERE in true Cinzano girl style, they ALL have that little devil on their shoulder, and remember, all these people are paid NOT to judge your psycho skank ho ex, so the devil on her other shoulder just got told to shut the fuck up.

If your psycho skank ho ex claims you also fucked her sister and her (adult) daughter, they will all believe it, because they all would.

If your psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning on fucking her sisters (adult) sons, and husband, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

If your psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning on fucking her and her sisters underage sons and daughters too, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

If you psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning to fuck your OWN underage kids, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

If you psycho skank ho ex claims you are probably planning to fuck all the pets and livestock in the area, and all the vegetable down the mall, and every other object and piece of furniture you can get you hands on, they will probably believe it, because they all would.

And this, SPECIFICALLY, is the 55 gallon red pill, human beings only readily accept and believe shit that they themselves would do or have done, or have thought about doing, or had urges to do.

Authority and control are to wimminz what medication is to a fruitcake, what cuffs and manacles are to a violent criminal, what the gallows is to a murderer.

Taking authority and control away from a wimminz is like taking a fruitcake off their meds, all they have left are the voices in their head, saying fuck anything, anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

I have never actually caught myself in a situation where I over-estimated how low and dirty a wimminz was prepared to go, or had gone, morally…. without exception, every single time I thought I might have, some other “new low” came out, “yeah, when I said “threesome” I actually meant with my brother and stepbrother…” it was only a matter of waiting long enough… and beyond every story they will ADMIT, there are at least three further levels of depravity to the basement that they are NEVER going to admit to.

No, it’s not rape and incest, it is “genetic attraction“, and all the wimminz and niggers buy that shit, because hey, they can relate, so the bitch gets 4 years for making porn with her own underage son.

April 6, 2012

If sexual assault was a wad of cash….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But wait, it gets worse….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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February 23, 2012

Statistically speaking…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 4:55 pm

“Risk”, it is an interesting thing, I was talking to someone recently about the risks of contacting a “killer” STD such as HIV, as it was something that worried them… I asked them a few questions;

  • Do you personally know anyone who has contracted or died from HIV?
  • Do you personally know anyone who has contracted or died from cancer?
  • Do you personally know anyone who was involved or killed in an auto accident?

You see where this is going, this person knew no-one who had AIDS/HIV, knew plenty involved in car crashes and cancer diagnoses, and a few that had died of each, so why no “ooooh scary” about them? Why so freaky about HIV, which statistically speaking isn’t likely to be the thing that fucks them up…. that person had one view of the risk they faced.

You know, I have had guys admit to my face that their attitude to me is that while I may not actually deserve my False Rape Accusation, if you do what I did and fuck and mother and daughter regularly for many years then you have to sort of expect it… these guys have one view of the risk I faced.

The fact is, as the above two examples prove, we are very very very bad at calculating risk and coming to factual and correct answers.

If you live in the western world, answer me these questions;

  1. What is the possibility that you are in an environment where utterly false allegations of rape can be laid against you, and you can lose your life or liberty as a result?
  2. What is the possibility that you are in an environment where utterly false allegations of domestic violence and abuse can be laid against you, and you can lose your home, job and all your possessions as a result?
  3. What is the possibility that you are in an environment where utterly false allegations of violence, abuse or neglect can be laid against you, and you can lose your children forever as a result?

If you live in the western world, and your answer to any of these questions was anything other than “100% total absolute utter guaranteed certainty” then you are a textbook example of someone who doesn’t have a clue about the actual day to day risks involved in living in the world they are living in.

Because if you live in the western world, the possibility that you live in those three environments, which is the question actually asked, is 100%

The possibility / probability that scenario’s 1, 2 or 3 will actually happen to you is of course much lower, but the possibility that you live in a place where they can happen is 100%

The possibility of being in the dining area or a shark is 100% if you swim in the sea off certain coasts, let’s say the  Mexican coast, the probability of actually being lunch is lower, but the possibility applied equally to all who swim off that coast.

For the average human being, being lunch for a shark or a croc is, from the perspective of statistics, an incredibly incredibly rare thing, it is probably out there with being struck by lightning or being run over by your own car….. we are talking lottery number odds.

As I sit here are type this in the southern UK, a few miles from the coast, my chances of being lunch of a shark or croc are so low as to approach zero. After all, I am not in there environment where such things are possible.

And yet, you take an average person like me, and transport them to the environment where such things are possible, even despite the still vanishingly small odds, world + dog starts crapping themselves about being shark bait or croc bait, not because it WILL happen, not because it is LIKELY to happen, because it isn’t, but because all of a sudden it COULD happen.

I go from 0.0% risk of actually being eaten by a shark this year to 0.000001% risk of actually being eaten by a shark this year, the difference is minuscule, but I go from a 0.0% possibility of being in an environment where being eaten by a shark is possible, to a 100% possibility of being in an environment where being eaten by a shark is possible.

Suddenly it CAN happen, so I get scared.

I don’t do anything even remotely accurate at gauging how likely it is, like the person above who was scared of dying of HIV, in an environment where they are far more likely to die in a car crash, of cancer or with their particular family history a heart attack.

So we can see that what we as human being are sensitive to is a BINARY CHANGE in the environment of risk, switching between being in an environment where the possibility of being eaten by a shark is zero, and an environment in which it is so close to zero it is a one in a million chance.

What we are really crap at, is being sensitive to the actual risk, in this tropical environment, am I more at risk of dying from a shark / croc attack, or a mugger’s knife?

And all this means that those changes that we are sensitive to, are the ones that affect our behaviour… go to the tropics, start worrying about sharks and crocodiles, start staying out of rivers and seas…. go to the tropics, stop worrying about muggers because you are on holiday, walk though what constitutes down-town after dark, start doing it with a new Nikon around your neck….

In both cases you were sensitive to the wrong changes in environment and made a bad judgement call.

People from those places coming here just substitute shark for SUV and crocodile for mugger.

If we were GOOD at calculating risk, we would treat being in the western world as the equivalent of being in Stalinist Russia or North Korea, or Afghanistan, places where, like our three questions, there is a 100% possibility of finding yourself in an environment where you yourself can lose your life, liberty, family, possessions, at the whim of another human being, who decides to tell one single lie about you… with no recourse or punishment, but usually reward, for the putative liar in question.

Contrast and compare a 100% possibility of living in an environment where those three things can happen, and then ramping up the probability that one of them will happen, by getting married, by having kids, or by fucking a mother and daughter at the same time, and the 100% possibility of living in an environment where getting eaten by a shark or croc can happen, and then ramping up the probability that one of them will, by going swimming with bleeding wounds, by going swimming with bits of raw meat attached to you, by going swimming where you can actually see sharks or crocs hanging around, shooting the shit, waiting for lunch to drop in.

If we were good at judging risk, we’d see getting married as being equivalent to emigrating to Stalinist Russia, having children as being equivalent to emigrating to North Korea, and fucking a mother and daughter as equivalent to emigrating to Afghanistan.

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Thought for the day…

It’s like those PoF wimminz who type that they are looking for “nice genuine men” instead of “nice genuine man“.. it isn’t what they MEANT to type, but that does note mean it is not the TRUTH.

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September 26, 2011

Hard Tack

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:45 pm

Over at The Spearhead Bill is off to another country to see his kids. That is his decision and I make no comment on that.

Back here in blighty I just got questioned again about me and my kids, this time by a guy with one kid, a boy, with a psycho skank ho.

For the purposes of this discussion I’m therefore going to talk as though there are only three individuals involved, which is almost never the case, me, the skank ho ex, and one boy child.

By the way, hard tack was a form of biscuit that was issued and eaten by the old sailing ship english royal navy, and you eat it when there was nothing left but that and salted pork, traditionally you rapped it hard on the table to knock the weevils out.

The analogy here is you eat hard tack when there is a choice between that and sweet fuck all.

The fact is that once the secret family courts get involved you have as much real power in your former family and former son’s life as the proverbial tramp wandering past the traditional family home, exactly zero authority and anything you do get will only be granted if you prostrate yourself, accept the blame for shit that either you did not do or never happened, and panhandle like the aforesaid tramp.

This is what slave owners used to do to buck niggers, kick the living shit out of them in front of their wives and children and the rest of the community, to break them to the authority of the slave owner.

There is no way to participate in this without being seen by your son as the beaten and broken nigger slave.

While I will respect people like Bill above who decide to put up with this shit “for the kids”, this is the essential difference between us, when it came to that particular fork in the road he chose one way, for the kids, and I chose the other, for the kids.

It isn’t an easy decision to make, it is literally fucking agonising, and whatever choice you make you are stuck with for anything up to 16 years, and having gone through the choice there is no way I will either criticise or think less of men like Bill for making the other choice than I did. Either way, we have both passed that particular fork in the road and there is no going back now.

What this piece is about is those of you for whom that fork in the road is ahead of you, or upon you.

That shit ahead, that breaking of the nigger slave, that is the offer of the plea bargain sexual assault six months easy time, versus 20 years hard time, to the man falsely accused of rape, and seeing as I was falsely accused of rape by my ex as part and parcel of the whole child custody / separation shit, I am in a fucking position to know how both feel, and how they feel relative to each other.

They are not just equally hard and equally painful and difficult decisions, where the enemy depend upon the man doing what is wrong and endorsing that shit, for the sake of the children, but they are exactly analagous.

Just as the plea bargain is the threat of something awful  as punishment for something you didn’t do, but here is an easier alternative, lie and say you did some other lesser awful thing and have a lesser punishment, and in doing so endorse the entire process as being just, while throwing away your own ability to ever claim your total innocence….

The secret family court is the threat of something awful for something you didn’t do, but here is an easier alternative, just say “Yes Massa, No Massa, Three bags full Massa” and in doing so endorse the entire process as being just, while throwing away your own future ability to ever claim your total lack of complicity in the corruption…

Both of these choices are a bit like the joke about Irish road directions, if I was going there I wouldn’t start from here, but here is where we find ourselves, in a world of pain, with a choice to make and the only two options available are losing options.

So back to the guy I was talking to, and me in his place with myself, my skank ho and and my son, what to do?

None of you need me to itemise the arguments to go and submit to the beating in the family courts and be the broken niggerz for the wimminz, so these are the bullet points for not submitting to the beating;

  1. Your kids never ever see their dad take it up the ass like a good wimminz houseboy niggerz.
  2. You aren’t endorsing and legitimising and sanctioning every fucking parasite in the system, from judges through lawyers through child welfare and social workers all the way down.
  3. Your kids can never ever be shown physical proof that dad took it up the ass like a bitch x years in the past.
  4. You have already lost all authority and rights over them, you are never going to get the “kids growing up under my wing” thing… all that is on offer is smoke and mirrors bait and switch, and will actively harm your children.
  5. You have already lost all authority and rights over them, this is just about convincing you to keep picking up the ongoing and never ending bills.
  6. Your children’s future does not matter a fuck to anyone involved, least of all skank ho mummy, your only possible role in their future lives is to be whipping boy, scapegoat and cause of everything bad. This point alone in my mind negates the whole “for the kids” argument in totality.
  7. You PERMANENTLY and IRREVOCABLY debase your own status as a Man, the value of your Word, and the value of your Approval, in effect you render yourself debased down to the level of these filth, and thus unable to ever say to your kids in the future, “look to my example my son.“
  8. Your kids will probably live on average 70+ years, so 55+ years as adults, away from skank ho mummy and the courts and parasites, and at this point you can simply walk up to them on their 16th birthday and say “Happy Birthday Son” and hand him a copy of every last piece of paper and letter in the court case, and let them make their own mind up, this is entering the period of their life when they will be having their own kids, so think very fucking carefully about what example you set, especially if you hope to one day see your own fucking grandchildren.
  9. Arguably it is as young adults that kids need their dad the most to guide them, at least my way they will have a dad who they can respect enough to fucking listen to, and to go to for help and advice.
  10. Children are fucking resilient. It is amazing what they can endure.
  11. Wimminz are fucking psycho skank ho’s, their main agenda is to win, by walking away you take away their ability to fight you constantly, and arguably this will make your kids lives a lot better.
  12. By walking away you can have a good life, freed from the chains of being the beaten and broken niggerz, you will live longer and happier and this is itself the best revenge you can have on the psycho skank ho ex.
  13. By walking away and being a man you become very attractive sexually to the other wimminz on the planet,
    my own case involved 9 separate (some more than one day) court hearings, and at seven of those I turned up with a younger and hotter woman on my arm, five different younger and hotter skank ho’s, and remember I was accused of raping my skank ho ex and her skank ho adult daughter and wanting to fuck my own kids up the ass, so this doesn’t just rub it in the skank ho ex’s face, it rubs it in the wimminz and mangina niggerz judge, lawyers, child welfare types, the fucking lot… here is a man who is still sexually attractive to wimminz, and nothing we can do to him hurts him or makes him less sexually attractive to the wimminz, in fact you can see them all wondering if the bad boy reputation as a thug, and wife beater, and wife and her daughter raper, created by these false accusations has actually made him even more attractive to wimminz… and that really, really, really burns their piss.
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