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January 30, 2014

The guy she is currently fucking…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 7:33 pm

… gives as much of a fuck about YOU, as YOU gave about the last guy she was fucking before you… assuming of course there wasn’t an overlap, and there prolly was…

…so tonight this 16 year old chick is telling me my problem, and the thing is, she is right, I’m just fucking jaundiced when it comes to wimminz, I don’t believe a fucking thing they say, if they tell me the sky is blue I will look up, and I am always looking for the proverbial razor blades in the fleshlight.

“Don’t get me wrong…” she says, “… I don’t fucking blame you, girls are all lying sluts…”  she is one of those unfuckable under any circumstances chicks, not that she would necessarily fuck me, but she is forbidden territory, due to circumstances more than personality, so we have this wicked uncle ernie thing where we will hang out and have a coffee or two whenever our paths cross, but that’s it.. so she tells me shit and I tell her shit.

She tells me shit like this is her third boyfriend who she has caught using viagra, and no, the boyfriends are all her age…  I mean, WTF…  WTF are 16 year old guys doing taking fucking viagra???

I dunno, maybe they need something having grown up (literally) seeing single skank ho mommy fuck pond life, and I know technically there was no such thing in my yoof, only the infamous spanish fly which was so strong some girl took it and fucked herself to death with a coke bottle, or some such bullshit, so technically we never had any erection pills available even if we had wanted them, but even so…. just…. WTF…. I used to jerk off 20 times a day, every fucking day, at 16…. to get it to stay DOWN…

The big fucking news however is that she, and all her girlfriends, still have their fucking iphones, but the bank of mommy and deadbeat daddy has apparently downgraded them all, they are all now on pay as you go sims, same as the fucking boys, although the boys have to buy their own fucking sims and top ups… so it seems the real world economics have hit the teens..

Dunno how it works where you are, but the PAYG types here can go into the local shop and put a 5 or 10 note down for a top up, and the shop gives them a code, and they type the code into the phone and bingo, credit applied to phone..

So she tells me, she’s got this friend called Donna, who has started taking it up the ass for a £5 credit, how it works is you buy the credit, she sees you do this, you fuck her up the ass and then give her the code to type in her phone… I asked her for Donna’s number but she just grinned and called me a disgusting perv… oh well… lol

So I ask her if this sort of whoring also goes on for paid apps in the app store, “well DUH, of course it does old man…” she says, she’s only 16 and not tech savvy so there was no point explaining the current furore over Angry Birds and the NSA, so if you paid for that for the skank then Donna got fucked twice, once by the guy who stuck his cock in her ass and once by the NSA…

So I ask her what’s the difference between some 16 year old punk paying Donna a fiver to TIUTA and me paying her a fiver to TIUTA.

She leans close and says “You know, it’s not your age, young girls like me don’t have a problem fucking old guys your age, it would probably be really good, you’ve got to know so much……. it’s just…. well, everyone else, our mums, our brothers, every-fucking-one in their twenties and thirties and forties, they’d all give us fucking grief..” she shrugs..

I tell her, “don’t I know it girl, and before you know it that grief turns into a false rape accusation…”

“Yeah..” she says…

We have to break off the conversation there, because those “circumstances” came walking up, her mum and the very close relative that is her step-father, so she flips back into Barbie mode… these two adults see us, she has her iphone4 out and my two Samsung’s are out, and we are using them, cos all these conversations with young uns get punctuated with showing you shit on a phone, it’s like Italians and their arms, they can’t talk without them…

So my very close rellie, her stepfather, sees this and says in a sort of fake and joking stern voice, “I hope you’re not encouraging her… I have bought enough bloody apps for her…”

I nearly shit myself laughing…

She just looks at me, all Barbie innocent, and says “God you’re so weird Uncle Ernie..” and flounces off to play Barbie does Dallas or something.

They are still looking at me, WTF, I just say forget it, an inappropriate joke I heard earlier, that line you said made me think of it…

Oh….. whoosh…

January 9, 2014

Just…. WTF….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:56 am

http://www.the-spearhead.com/2014/01/07/what-me-married/

My comments interspersed in red

Jabberwocky asked me to write a bit about my marriage and how it’s been, and I think that’s a fair question, given that I’ve written a lot about marriage, including plenty of criticism as well as attempts to reform the institution. yeah, you reformed the shit outta dat Bill, *NOT*, then, it appears, you went ahead and signed on the dotted line all over again…

He also showed some insight into my character, such as the fact that bachelorhood doesn’t come naturally to me. I don’t think that word means what you think it means… This is true. Following my divorce, I avoided women for a few years because I was still recovering from the trauma it caused. there is a difference between hiding, and recovering I think that was a good thing, as it allowed me to focus on my kids and rebuilding my life (as well as building The Spearhead) without drama or distraction. However, by the time I started to feel normal, which happened almost exactly three years after my separation, nature once again took its course, and I met my wife. Yeah, and I “fell” pregnant, and we “ended up” having sex, and I “found myself” mainlining heroin again…

We’re a far better match than my first wife and I were. Given that your view of your relationshit with the ex is 20/20 hindsight, and your relationshit with this new bitch is all crystal ball gazing, just how do you know this? My first wife and I met when we were quite young, and I had this idea that I would be a normal, middle-class guy who could make a family and grow old in peace, then enjoy old age with grandchildren. Yeah, and maybe you thought you’d end up a millionaire with a great career or retire at 35 too, nothing wrong with dreams, and no connection between having dreams and having the shit kicked out of you I idealized that lifestyle because my parents divorced when I was very young, I grew up witnessing a lot of family turmoil, and had a fairly rebellious and unstable adolescence as a result of that. So in other words your first marriage was proof that as an adult you recreate the lessons and lifestyles learned as a child from your parent(s) In my young man’s mind, domestic peace and tranquility, decency, modesty and humility were goals to strive for, perhaps partly in defiance of the chaos of my youth. No, you strive for them because they are the minimum civilised standard, it’s not a fucking goal to aim for, it is the minimum possible acceptable standard, you don’t even think about playing house unless that particular set of ducks is lined up like a motherfucker, with ZERO effort to make it so, or keep it so.

So I married my ex, thinking all would turn out alright if I believed enough and followed the conventional steps. See previous post, I believe Although I had some gnawing doubts from the beginning, so why weren’t they addressed, before you put the noose around your own neck? I figured that since we didn’t argue, a woman in wallet seeking mode argue? she seemed fairly loyal “seemed fairly loyal” WTF??? Bitch better be 100% loyal by any test I can make before we even sit down and the table and discuss fucking playing house, WTF Bill… and we were both healthy, it would work. We had two kids no, she did, even if it is you DNA, she did, and she still has her property, you just pay for it, bitch in quick succession shortly thereafter, and with them this sense of confidence vanished. Why waste any energy on making a convict think they are roaming free on the prairies? It turned out that the reason our relationship had worked before was because it was so easy or it turned out you were so easy to entrap and ensnare and emasculate and our needs so few. Suddenly my ex, despite having decent motherly instincts WTF is this shit, bitch had some puppies, what instincts are needed, none, which is what she had, even ONE decent instinct would have prevented her from separating the kids from their dad, was “not happy.” LRFH Our income was much reduced, LOL the babies were loud, no shit sherlock I realized my pay was a lot lousier than it seemed before (especially for Seattle) your pay was fucking unchanged, you just didn’t do the math, and trouble with the in-laws began to boil over into real resentment. well at least this tells you where her “character” and “qualities” came from, but, did you marry the in-laws too? big mistake right there… Less than a year after my daughter was born I already had the sense that things were not going to turn out well, and you were still the last one to get the joke and within just six months of that it was over. on the contrary, the real purpose of the whole thing was just beginning, cupcake was opening a new “chapter” It was a short marriage. it was also too long, should done the math on your salary, waited to see about loyalty, waited to see about kids, well, assuming any of those choices were yours…. If it were a person, it would have one of those sad little inconspicuous children’s tombstones you see at the cemetery which, despite their humility and small profile, are the most arresting of all. It was a person, several people actually, most of them dysfunctional from the sounds of it. From HER perspective it was the PERFECT marriage.

This time, however, hallelujah brothers and sisters, gather ye around, I have found the fabled NAWALT I found a woman I really like to talk to. I talk to my fucking laptop, doesn’t mean I have to.. oh.. never mind, the stupid is strong in this one Obi One whose interests coincide with mine, RED PILL, oh yes baby I love everything you love.. who enjoys my sense of humor, puke and who says what’s on her mind. bitch doesn’t talk much then? oh, she does talk, so you mean she says what she thinks will get you to treat her as NAWALT, OK, gotcha, wimminz in wallet seeking mode We both have a love of the written word I like readin and ritin 2 and are polyglots, covering five languages between the two of us (actually seven or eight if you use a more liberal interpretation), bet you can’t speak ass raping divorce court legalese “controlling behaviour”, that’s one of the languages she speaks you ain’t aware of yet… which is a lot of fun if you’re into that kind of thing. sure must be fun having a wimminz who can tell you to take the trash out in 5 different languages It doesn’t hurt that she has a lovely figure so far and pretty face cuntstruck…. bah… dunno why I bother with nice brown eyes (I’ve always liked brown-eyed women),no worries man, they’ll go green in time, then luminous rd… just you wait..  but physical attraction is never enough to keep people happy, better get your ass down to the gym then boy, get some tatts, cultivate some aura and start insisting everyone calls you “toecutter” or some such.. what? you weren’t expecting what? oh, you were talking about your attraction to her… I see… nods wisely at dumbass while measuring him up for his next coffin.. despite what some may think, and even the most beautiful women can come to be tiresome. usually about 3 seconds after I have finished emptying my balls into them, just want to chill and have a smoke and a coffee before skating out of there, and the bitch will start nagging and complaining… whaaaat? you’re going? just like that? what about meeeeeeeeeeee????

Another difference is that we openly express disagreement —disagreement my ass, I chastise my bitch, and I do it righteously… fuck them apples..  a lot more than I ever did with my ex. openly expressing disagreement while voluntarily putting your head in the noose again don’t mean shit. This may sound bad to some, but voicing disagreement is communication. that has to be the most limp wristed pathetic pile of shit I have ever heard in my entire fucking born days, MY BODY MY CHOICE ring any bells, your ex bitch sure COMMUNICATED to you when she disagreed with 100% of what you wanted, including seeing and raising your own fucking kids… If there’s a problem, it’s much better to work it out with someone who is willing to argue than someone who will not. If there is a problem, the bitch ain’t listening. If your wife disagrees with you and is not willing or doesn’t care enough to argue about it, guess what? she doesn’t know her place, end of….. Your marriage is in big trouble. Nope, the marriage is fiiine, it is YOU that are in big trouble.. It may already be over.

As for my men’s issues writing, she sometimes disagrees vehemently, no shit sherlock, she is a wimminz and gives me some grief over it, slap the bitch until she learns her place then, which is not to comment on what her man does. but she also agrees with a surprising amount. You bet your ass she does, and it will ALL be used against you in your next divorce The main sticking points are support for mothers, ROTFLMFAO… whoooda thunkit… DANGER will robinson, red pill alert, DEFCON98, ah, wtf, nobody is listening, certainly not billy boy… which I think should be conditional, careful there tiger, don’t wanna get tooo radical and she does not, and that’s your death warrant Bill, only you can’t and won’t see it and whether younger women really are sometimes proper for older men (she scoffs at the idea). She’ll also scoff at some younger cock herself, but that’s OK, she’s  cougar innit… But she isn’t a typical American feminist — not yet, but now she is living in seattle it won’t take long… ignition in 5… 4… she’s a NE European, with a more “Mitteleuropa” cultural sensibility, so some of the craziness of Anglo feminism, hey, but only some of it.. right… such as support for throwing women into battle hey, I’m not greedy, I’ll settle for the gutter.. or demanding that women “lean in” seems absurd and backward to her, at least, that is what she says around you and the opposite of what she’d call progress. Billy boy making the classic mistake, hooking up with a wimminz who ain’t from hereabouts, meanwhile, back where she does hail from, very fucker has a story about her… Someone could probably write a book about the myriad philosophical differences between European and American feminism. 4 legs good, 2 legs bad, cunt good, penis bad… do I collect my royalties now? Interestingly, as a European she’s much more of a moderate on the abortion issue than American feminists, seeing abortion as a negative thing overall, what, she has YET ANOTHER apparent opinion that just so happens to mesh with your own stated views on a given subject,,, wow, better man up and put a ring on that bitch… especially in the context of small peoples like her own, and thinks the 12 week limit, standard in much of Europe, is adequate (it may surprise people to know that American abortion laws are, in general, more liberal than European ones). All in all, we probably agree more than disagree when it comes to sexual politics, sexual politics.. bitch, unless you agree the State has NO place in sex, we disagree, vehemently.. with some notable exceptions. no, no, don’t tell me, domestic abuse and control, domestic violence, sexual abuse, spousal rape, she holds stronger views than you eh…

As for whether she supports me writing about these things, this isn’t really an issue. No, but it will be the instant she files those papers on your ass, then it won’t be an issue, it will be evidence We’re both pretty liberal about allowing each other to express ourselves freely, well how fucking enlightened of you and in any event it’s a form of honest work, so is prostitution, well, more honest than marriage and child support even if it doesn’t pay off all that well (I hope to make some changes in that regard). Hey, nothing changes, same as your first job in your first marriage eh However, if I were writing obscene or otherwise sexually explicit material, you mean like vampires and wolves with huge cocks gangbanging and taping poor innocent little sluts trapped in boring marriages to boring web authors? I think that would probably be a dealbreaker, ain’t nothing a dealbreaker and that’s fine by me — it would be unreasonable to expect a wife to tolerate that when I’d never accept it from her. Except when it comes to misandrist state laws, single mommy support, that sort of thing… uh-huh

Will it last? No. I hope so, you dumb fuck… but part of marriage these days is accepting that you can only do your part. and your part is to be the dumb shit who spends the rest of his life paying for it, so tell me again why you would go anywhere near such a thing, even at gunpoint? Actually, I suspect that’s always been the case. Read Hosea for some Biblical context on the issue. Dysentry was a bitch back then too I’ve come to understand that if someone really wants to go, How about my policy, the bitch isn’t even here in the first fucking place unless THAT is what she wants more than anything else in the world… the best thing you can do for yourself is to play is smart and protect yourself beforehand, but that is neither what you are doing nor advocating let them have their way and keep a philosophical attitude about it. I suppose taking it up the ass eventually gets to be pleasant Bill, I’ll take your word for it, I shan’t be finding out for myself… I believe this is even expressed in the New Testament (1 Corinthians 7:12-16). Lots of shit is expressed in the bible, dining on babies foreskins, you name it, doesn’t seem like a good authority for life in the 21st century to me In other words, I can only keep my promises in that regard, and that’s quite enough to ask of one man. and of course how dare we ask anything from da wimminz… sigh…

Hopefully, this is enough to satisfy readers’ curiosity. No, it just confirms all my suspicions about you, and everything I stated about you previously. In general, I try to keep my family out of things, but since I’m writing about these issues so much it’s bound to come up from time to time. As a final little note, we just found out that we’re having a boy, clonk, there was the other shoe falling God willing.This god of yours, you do realise he must fucking hate you…

January 2, 2014

Here comes the mirror man…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:54 am

It’s one of the truisms of the men’s world nowadays that whenever a guy describes his story with the psycho ex in great detail, out of the woodwork come a bunch of other guys who are all OMFG, I feel like you have been spying on my with concealed cameras in my home for the past seven years, because you just described EXACTLY what I had…

Yeah, wimminz all be unique little snowflakes… not.

So sooner or later you realise the wimminz play-book has only a limited number of tactics in it, and you can soon learn them all, and then spot them all.

The guy feeling like he is all WTF I don’t understand what is going on there must be something but she won’t tell me what and I do not UNDERSTAND this because literally one minute it was fucking great and next thing I know for no reason that I can see or discern it’s like I don’t exist… bwaaa…

.. is one of them.

You have all felt it and been there.

It is quite excusable, the FIRST time you experience it first hand, to give a fuck, and to want to know what is wrong and what you can do to fix whatever it is, because you have no fucking clue… this is after all a man’s nature, to fix things and understand things.

It’s not like she has told you you are through and go FOAD, so you know where you stand.

Giving that fuck is however extremely dangerous, it can and does quite easily lead to escalating drama and consequences down the line, life changing ones for you, possibly even life ending… certainly false accusations and the abduction of any children you have with her, this shit is really only a matter of when, not if.

Not giving the fuck is what happens when you learn it is just play #x in the wimminz play-book.

But.

Men being men, they still want to understand, so here is your explanation.

To a guy, you can introduce the concept of a “sandbox“, a figurative word to describe a situation where you have a thing going on in life, and that thing, like the sand in a kid’s sandbox, is kept contained and constrained within its strictly defined boundaries, so as not to contaminate everything else.

Tell him to sandbox his work, or his drinking, or whatever, and gets it and is fine with that.

Try to introduce this concept to a wimminz, and the first thing you get is wonder, and then their heads assplode and bits of hamster wheel and toilet roll go flying everywhere, because they can never actually grasp the idea of having one thing that is kept entirely separate from the rest of their lives.

Proper masculine men *can* make great engineers and lawyers and coders and so on, because of this, for the duration of the exercise they can set aside what they ACTUALLY know, and pretend to work with only what is inside the sandbox knowledge.

I personally know of several instances of chains of small groups of people that were specifically set up to reverse engineer a patented product and come up with something that did the same job but that was patent free, that all failed spectacularly because one wimminz or one wimminz and her beta niggerz in the teams failed at sand-boxing, and the end product was a litigation nightmare.

I knew a guy once, years ago, he was a truly great liar, not because he could convince anyone that his lies were truth, but because every time you picked a hole in one of his lies, he just told another lie to fill it, and he could keep this shit up for hours, so long you forgot the original premise and even the will to live.

Contrast this with a wimminz, who will quite quickly just lose it and start shouting at you for not believing her, and then going silent and not answering any new questions, or giving the same answers as she gave already.

Wimminz can’t sandbox, and they know this, instinctively.

So, to get back to the thing that started all this, some poor bastard stood there in confusion and going all WTF???!!!??? And if he is unlucky giving a fuck, and if he is experienced enough at the wimminz play-book not giving a fuck.

If I steal 5 bucks from your wallet, I *know* I stole 5 bucks from your wallet, I cannot remove that knowledge from my head, and so I cannot perfectly mimic the guy stood next to me, who did not steal 5 bucks from your wallet, doesn’t know fuck all about 5 bucks, or your wallet, and doesn’t much give a fuck either way, as long as nobody is pointing the finger at him.

I, being the one who knows he stole your 5 bucks, am anxious to avoid any probing questioning, and specifically any further answers that might arise out of my answers to those questions, the guy next to me, he doesn’t give a fuck.

The wimminz, knowing instinctively that she cannot sandbox, acts like the guy who stole 5 bucks, they will avoid the potentially unpleasant and embarrassing situation, and all the questions that arise.

They cannot sandbox, so they are not going anywhere near letting the guy know WTF was going on with regards to him, because they know that will open the door to other stuff, stuff that they do NOT want to discuss with him, or have him know, or have him question her about.

Now, I am not saying that this necessarily tells you whatever it was that was her real reason, specifically, so you can’t take this and say OK, this is proof she is fucking some other guy, that isn’t what it is at all, it could just as easily, and in fact is more likely, to be the case that whatever she was or is doing now, it is incompatible with and mutually exclusive to, something that she previously told you about herself.

That *might* be that she is fucking some other guy, or it might be that she works checkout at walmart and doesn’t sell real estate like she claimed, or the dead husband who was going to babysit the wombturds so she could come see you ain’t dead, he just had to work extra, and the imaginary babysitter of course couldn’t cover, or it may even be something a simple that there is something about herself being a fuckup that she doesn’t like, and there is no way to answer your questions without exposing that flaw to you.

The point YOU need to get as a guy, is that this play-book move ALWAYS has the same motive behind it for her, and that is keeping you in the dark about something.

It is more important to her that you do not know X,
than it is important to her to spend time in your company.

That, my friends, is all you need to know.

She would rather not be with you and keep her dirty little secret, than be with you and have her dirty little secret be exposed, and face questioning about it, questions to which she does not have good answers, which leads to more questions, etc etc etc.

Whenever you feel that WTF?!>! moment, or see a brother going through it, that is what is really going on.

So, I have a question for you, specifically for those of you who haven’t truly learned the wimminz play-book yet, and who still give a fuck, even a tiny one.

Why are you giving a fuck about someone to whom keeping their own dirty little secrets is more important than treating you like a decent human being?

What possible positive future or outcome do you hope for?

Push for answers and a resolution and the next thing you know the po-lice will be grabbing you by the collar, slapping the cuffs on, and charging you with harassment and intimidation and abuse.

And you STILL won’t be getting those answers you seek.

I have never yet met a man who had any of those questions answered honestly by the wimminz in question.

I know ONE man who had them answered posthumously when plod knocked on his door to inform him that his ex wife would not be collecting the kids as usual because she was dead, plod didn’t know anything at all about a sister, any sister, or any sibling, as next of kin, much less the sister who the wimminz was visiting every weekend for the past 5 years, 2 years separated and 3 years of marriage. Oh, and by the way, was he aware his ex wife was a swinger, and did he ever swing with her? Plod let him into her (used to be his) house, to get the kids clothes and toys, so he grabbed her laptop and later went through it. Then he found out.

It didn’t make him any wiser though, or tell him any USEFUL data that he had not already been given, simply by the fact that she preferred to keep him in the dark and fed on shit, while he went WTF?

Feel WTF? No freely volunteered info forthcoming from her?

Really, what else do you need to know?

Wimminz understand THAT message both instantly and perfectly.

Why don’t you?

December 9, 2013

well sheeeit…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:51 pm

You see, while it may be true that there are more dyed in the wool red pillers who have been through the mill of the wimminz more than me…  the-frog-and-the-scorpion-metaphor-for-big-government-statists

It is also true that despite this vast experience, I have never quite managed to completely throw off the feeling of WTF when I see wimminz number 45,654,837 exhibiting exactly the same characteristics as all those that went before.

It is not so much that I have problems learning the lesson, more that I have problems accepting that the wimminz will never either learn the lesson or evolve into something more honourable than pond scum.

It is, in short, a never ending source of awe and wonder for me.

Will these worthless cunts truly never learn, will they truly, to the last one, charge at full speed like lemmings into the wall and rebound into the catfood aisle?

Which begs the question, if a dyed in the wool red piller like me has problems truly accepting and internalising it to the point where there is no longer any shadow of WTF at yet another bug trying to fly through the windscreen at 70 mph, how the fuck are the young guys and blue pillers supposed to cope?

Fact is we can’t expect it, we can only hope for the best, while watching the slow motion train wreck, which pretty much depends on young guys NOT getting it until they have been bitten by several scorpions…. it is a fucking harsh reality.

Harsh realities are becoming my speciality lately, fuck it, if Albert E could do them, I think I am entitled.EINSTEIN-ANTI-SEMITISM-QUOTE

I was chatting to a skanky ex last night, somehow we got onto the subject of me meeting Mrs Right…. I told her…

What you wimminz never appear to get, it’s like this, some wimminz sits down at the table and I have to tell her, before she opens her mouth, I have met and known hundreds of wimminz before her, and ultimately they all stung the frog, so the fact is there is sweet fuck all that she can say to me that I have not heard before, so what does that leave as options?

She simply didn’t get it, her only answer is NAWALT, which is exactly what I just said doesn’t fucking exist, or if it does, I have never seen any sign of it, which is the same thing, pink elephant.

*I* didn’t fuck it up for this latest wimminz to sit down at the table, all her sistahs did, and judging solely by my experience to date, they didn’t fuck it up for her either, cos she is just the fucking same.

Tell me why I should take ownership of, or responsibility for, this problem.

Lovely mental image from something posted on another forum.

Your cunt is not a fucking clown car.

I’ll level with you, just for the sake of experimentation, more than fucking once, I have had something steady going where the skank promises me everything, including eternal fidelity and obedience and loyalty, and it’s been OK, and I get this nagging itch, and so I say, just once, “I love you”

Of course I don’t, fact is I don’t even think I know what love is anymore, it’s just three words and eight letters, devoid of meaning.

But, every fucking time I have done it that “relationshit” has self destructed within 7 days, and I have gone from a wimminz who pledged everlasting loyalty and obedience to a wimminz who wouldn’t even respond to a text, blanked, dead, I fell off the face of the earth.

Hello Mr Frog, meet Miss Scorpion.amazon-speed-gun

There is literally no limit to the disparity between what a wimminz will say to you one week, and how she will act the next or previous week in real life, it is beyond fucking bizarre.

How do you convince a young guy that literally every sound that will ever come out of a wimminz mouth, without exception, will sooner or later be proven to have little or no connection to reality.

Actually this also applies to literally every word that ever comes from a wimminz hand too.

So what do you do with scorpions when you are a frog?

Pretty much the only thing you can do that will work is make them property with literally zero rights, but there is fuck all chance of that this side of a total collapse because there is always some niggerz cunt all too willing and eager to drink the wimminz kool aid and listen to what they say, and promise…

Then there is the problem of scorpions playing dress up s frogs, and other frogs trying to make cozy with scorpions, so pretty much all you can ever do is only ever go swimming across that river alone, no exceptions, don’t even go near other frogs.

Now here is a nugget of pure gold and pure truth.

Tell a wimminz about Aesop‘s tale of the Frog and the Scorpion, and what does she see?

It ain’t what YOU see asshole.

She sees two things.

  1. A scorpion who did not die alone
  2. A frog who did not have the chance to go near any other scorpions ever again.

I shit you not.

Why are you acting all surprised, this is EXACTLY in line with how wimminz act in family court when it comes to custody and contact between the kids and the father.

It’s a bit like taking some green recruit fresh out of boot camp and airdropping the poor bastard in the middle of afdiggastan, amongst people who have spent generations growing up and living in circumstances that make boot camp look like all expenses paid disneyland and free hookers too.

Telling him he is hot shit is enemy action.

 

 

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