Gushing

 

I’m not talking oil wells here.

I’m talking sex, female sex.

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

Wimminz have cunt lining that can secrete juices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yeah, right…

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

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

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

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

 

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Panhandling motherfuckers

It appears that Bill has the fucking begging bowl out again, less than 24 hours after the site crashed for 18 hours, and this is the niggerz who talks about the manosphere “growing up”… my hairy ass.

Contrast Bill with Plenty of Fish, also as it happens a website with one employee and owner.

But PoF gets >30 million hits PER DAY, 500,000 registered users logging in PER DAY, and it achieves this with just TWO web servers, THREE database servers, and the usual CD/akamai back-end for images etc.

It’s also free, like the spearhead.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I have been on the internet since long before there was a fucking internet, it was BBS‘s and fucking Fidonet, and amongst things back in the day I was a host, back when any individual could be, before it got corporate and crap and a race to the bottom offering unlimited everything for 2.99 a month.

I used to cater to all the special interest groups, initially at least, the warez groups, the hacking groups, the anti-spammer groups, you fucking name it, and I very soon learned my lesson.

For every believer who walked the walk and talked the talk in each group, there were a thousand wannabe mother-fuckers who just wanted to monetise and exploit it.

And so I drifted into web hosting when the WWW came of age, a very small pile of Cobalt RAQ2‘s that cost an appreciable portion of the value of the house they sat in, and a 2 mbit leased line that cost more than the fucking mortgage payments, and a UPS that weighed as much as a forklift that produced a staggering kilowatt (enough for all the raqs and my PC / laptop but not the big sony monitor) and ran off surplus deep cycle traction cells, and which cost as much as a small car.

And guess what, same old shit, a handful of believers who walked the walk, and for every one of them a thousand motherfuckers who just wanted to monetise everything some how, so they didn’t have to work for a fucking living.

Websites either sold something, goods or services, that paid for their upkeep, or they were “hobby” sites that were simply paid for by the owners, in the way that people pay for a monthly club membership.

The RAQ2 would in theory handle 200 domains/websites per box, all on 32 meg of EDO RAM and a 64 bit MIPS CPU with no heatsink, and a single soggy EIDE HD, this was JUST http calling static htm/html files, with the odd bit of cgi if you were leet… php/mysql didn’t exist.

In reality much past 100 domains/websites per box and things started to slow down.

And so it was, that one day I found that I had migrated all the wannabe panhandling motherfuckers to boxes #2, #3, #4 and #5, and all the “genuine” customers were on box#1

I talked later that day (no names and no pack drill, but if you were around back then you ABSOLUTELY knew this guy) to a guy who had been where I was with the BBS’s, and he said yeah, been there, done that, same shit, one hard core of real people, the rest a bunch of panhandling motherfuckers.

Box#1 had websites entirely coded in notepad, or later in Netscape/mosaic editor, and what they all had in common was while those domains might have http hyperlinks out;

1. NONE of them contained, called or embedded anything not stored locally within that domain on the box
2. NONE of them used frames
3. NONE of them had any kind of advertising whatsoever, for anything not intrinsic to the domain itself.

By contrast, everything on the other 4 boxes started calling banner ads, animated gifs, external links, embedding external content, bloated http code, bloated images, then frames, interstitials, you name it, all of which didn’t just hit the boxes hard, it hit the router and backbone connection hard too… all panhandling motherfuckers trying to make money by nickel and diming world & dog & me.

Literally within a week I shut down 4 boxes, there wasn’t an ebay so I ended up keeping them, and selling them on privately to new ISPs etc, and returned to 1 box of genuine users.

Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth, but my workload went from 18 hours a day to an hour or less a day, and bandwidth went from saturating the 2mbit line to fitting within 128k, and nothing of value was lost to the internet.

You wanna run a website, shut the fuck up and open your wallet, or sell some product or service on the website and shut the fuck up and open your wallet.

Do ANYTHING else, and I will suspect you of being a panhandling motherfucker, and chances are I am right, and for all his talk about the manosphere growing up and men’s this and men’s that, I gotta tell ya;

1. a MAN can’t be a panhandling motherfucker
2. a MAN doesn’t put the begging bowl out
3. a MAN doesn’t act like a whiny little bitch and plead poverty
4. a MAN doesn’t expect to be paid to do something he wanted to do

Asking for money to run a poxy website (eg server / hosting / domain package) that you REPEATEDLY prove you can’t keep up…. BOGUS motherfucker, totally bogus.

Tank of motherfucking gas a year.

Asking for money so you can sit on your ass and fucking WRITE, nothing less fucking manly on the planet… if it’s in you, write to get it out, if you the one in a billion that is the next Plato you’ll get some respect in the afterlife, but you still need a fucking day job.

Telling it like it is with injustices is something a man does, always at a personal cost, it ain’t a fucking JOB or source of revenue.

 

One flew over the skank ho’s nest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.

Colour fast whites, rinse and spin

 

I’m talking washing machines, and greasy mechanics overalls or denim.

Some of the new biological powders can shift that shit, but the problem with 99% of domestic machines is the whole wash/rinse/spin duty cycle is too short to do a good job, because jenny housewife buys washing machines on 4 aspects, looks, load capacity, spin speed and cycle time.

Soak that shit overnight in a bucket with some biological powder thrown in and you have no problem, try and do it in a washing machine programmed by a wimminz (half load and quick cycle cos it is quicker, overloaded drum so nothing can agitate, 3x the required amount of powder) and it comes out with permanent stains.

I have never yet been able to train a wimminz to use a washing machine properly, and in some cases I am talking 3 or 4 years of effort, the instant your back is turned it is back to the half load button etc. Yet we are bombarded with common knowledge jokes that men cannot operate washing machines….

So, yesterday I am talking to this bint that I am considering fucking, and she tries to show me how intelligent she is……

Now like most wimminz who ain’t self employed (hairdresser) she works on the state tit, actually within the state system, and her “conversation” is a fucking litany of “customers” and shit like that… to which I naturally object, WE pay YOUR fucking wages with OUR taxes, WE are not YOU fucking customers, bitch, to which she responds with a whole diatribe about how important it is to put the right fucking label on the people who are the target of the service delivery in question and appropriate forward planning and consultation…

By now I am long past wanting to fuck her, I’m just in it for the shits and giggles, and she then admits that over 50% of the economy is the state tit, so I ask her what she thinks might possibly go wrong with that picture, where >50% of the “workforce” are living off the taxes paid by <50% of the workforce, and she trundles out the usual shit about past governments being at fault, she doesn’t care if they are labour or conservative, democrat or rebublican, they are “past governments” so fit the bill as scapegoats.

So I say it is fairly obvious, as / when / if the economy collapses, there have to be DRAMATIC cuts in the state nipple, to which she replies with horror, at all the “essential” services that they provide that would be cut… essential services like child social services.

Here is my intro, I start laying down some examples, she tries to deny them, I’m listen bitch, I have seen this shit first fucking hand, and can introduce you to as many people as you like who will echo my sentiments not yours.

Met with my intransigence, she again reverts to the “not like that here” position used for other governments, this time it is other city councils, other departments, other officials.

…..and that is when it hit me, this is just like every wimminz I have ever met, and their inability to learn to use a fucking washing machine properly, because they always without exception put the desired result (a quick wash cycle) in front of everything else, and if there are consequences, then these are simply denied, or palmed off “not like that here” style, in that it was the wrong sort of dirt, or the stain was already there, or the wrong thing to add to that load, you get the picture.

In their minds, there can be, neither can there be allowed to be, any connection whatsoever between THEIR actions and less than optimal / desired / intended consequences.

Now, not only are these fuckwits allowed to vote, and so constitute more than 50% of the electorate, but most of them actually live off the state tit, and some, like this bitch, are actually involved in the state tit high enough up to be dealing with resource allocation.

Country roads in good order and schools able to deliver ex pupils at 16 who have actually heard of long division, much less able to do it, are not as important as special needs interests, social services, “caring” for the vulnerable and weak…. mainly of course because the options they allocate budgets too are sort of self fulfilling, allocate the budget, pat yourself on the back and go home, nobody can tell if the fucking service in question is working or not… but making roads navigable and educating kids, well that takes actual fucking knowledge and experience innit, far too hard, that would be like programming a washing machine properly and sorting and pre-treating the loads properly….

I am here to tell you that this bitch is far from alone, and her dedication to this fucked up world view is so total and complete that it will last until she draws her last breath, which may or may not be expelled with a sob and the words “It’s not fair!”

There are NO men in these departments, just wimminz and niggerz…. and the few times things are privatised out, they aren’t really, not in the sense that I am a private business that has to actually fucking deliver to BILL, before I can think about making a profit.

http://www.zerohedge.com/news/guest-post-competing-state-contracts-not-competition

 

Why skank ho’s be stupid

I am following on from some comments Hans made about me getting addicted to silky young cunt, but being saved by the bell by the herd intervening.

The herd intervening wasn’t a question of if, but when, and walking away from it unscathed is down to always having your cards on the table, and everything archived to the cloud, nobody is saying dick.

More on this later, but last night being the beginning of the months, I did go through my old contact list to do some filing (never delete, just file them in to “fucked em” and “skank ho” groups and archive) and check up on a couple, both of which I had talked to quite extensively in the past, both of whom only circumstances conspired to stop a meet and fuck, one was a no reply, the other one (deffo Cluster B, but hot.. lol) (yeah, I know) SMS me right back to say “don’t contact me again” shrugs, no problem bitch, your loss…. last time we spoke she was shining about her mother interfering in her life, so yeah, another herd save for the skank ho…

The thing is this, men are hard wired to really like fresh young cunt, and the one Hans was talking about, well, fact is she could have got me… almost certainly… IN THEORY.

I say in theory because all she would have had to do is put the effort in and put me/us first, like that is ever going to happen, the closest wimminz will come nowadays is parallel tracks going in the same direction while it suits them, so in practice getting anything worthwhile or lasting is a non starter.

But, Hans is right… “Danger Will Robinson!”.. the parallel tracks with a wimminz while it suits her is the guaranteed template for future heartache and troubles that all co-habiting and long term boyfriends run in to, only a question of time, because sooner or later those tracks will diverge, and it will be your fault for not following her lead, and if you do, well then you are a creepy stalker, get the fuck out.

Marriage strike, commitment phobe, all the other crap dumped on men, and indeed all the stuff the MRA guys hold up high as signs of victory, are in reality no more than wimminz work.

You cannot commit to, or be with, or marry some psycho skank ho who changes her wants and desires with the wind, and when the herd intervenes to make sure she does change her wants and desires, so the reality is it is not guys on a marriage strike or commitment strike, because lets face it, if the wimminz just picked one tune and stuck to it, they could all be married within a year, simple as….

The wimminz themselves aren’t on a marriage strike, that is way too intellectual for either the herd as a whole or individual members of the herd, temporarily isolated or not.

The wimminz and the herd are however on a quest, they are migrating in search of the lands of princes and yachts and fried snow, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, doesn’t matter what is on offer under their noses, the winds and the horizon are calling.

Men in the pack know there is nothing out there, we are already in the best bit of the valley/basin, sure there are new horizons, but they are successively more arid and desolate, but this little bit of harsh reality has been protected from the herd, who expect the pack to go out and irrigate and grow new savannah, just so the wimminz can turn their noses up at that too, because that is what they have become, fried snow seekers.

The pack is no more able to alter the nature of nature than the herd, if we could change the nature of nature, far easier to change the nature of wimminz (bit like the old joke about the guy who gets three wishes from God, uses two of them up on money and beer, and then asks for a 4 lane road bridge across the Atlantic, God says no fucking way, you any idea how fucking hard it is to do something like that, Guy says ok, give me a loyal woman, God says lets take a look at those bridge plans) but instead all we have done, at the herd request / demand, is isolate the herd from the consequences of their choices and actions.

If you talk to young wimminz in porn they will all without exception say exactly the same thing, the girl on the bed taking 25 cocks isn’t them, it is “Bambi” some sort of alter ego, and Bambi is a persona they put on by choice on shooting day, but it isn’t them, they didn’t really take 25 cocks… take away the lights camera action (eg evidence) and this sort of mentality is suddenly grooming and control and abuse by the nearest cock…. the rest of the herd will agree.

I just look at these young wimminz and think to myself, what a fucking waste, like giving someone a new merc and they never maintain it and smash it up and next thing you know its fit for the scrapheap, but they act like it is an appreciating classic worth more than the new list price, which they never paid anyway….

Sure they will all bang me if I want, but LTR, no, they are all way too good for an old man like me, even before the herd intervenes….. a couple have asked me straight up, what’s the real deal, so I tell them;

1. By very definition of the fact you are doing this shit means you shouldn’t be allowed to make any choices for yourself, you should be property.
2. 20 years old and 500 cocks (but only 25 of them count cos the rest were porn) you better take the FIRST fucking offer from a man you get, and be eternally grateful, even if he is 85, wears a daiper, and wants you to rim his ass daily.

At which point they either start laughing or crying, and either way avoid me… with one or two exceptions… remember all these chicks are single moms, so I see one with her two rug rats, both little girls, both raised by the state purse, so she lays some line on me, if I was nicer to her (spent money on her) I could have her any way I wanted…. I dunno, I guess it was a funny day, because instead of laughing I bit…  “Two things…” I said “… number one, anyone who wants you can have you, on camera, any time they  want“

“Number two … ” and remember this chick is 20 so all these literary / film references whoosh, which makes it even more ironic / funny “ … how much for the little girls? I don’t want to fuck em now, but I’ll book early for discount….oh sorry, did you think they were going to be a fucking lawyer and a vet… instead of following in mummy’s footsteps?“

That does it, you just took their delusional illusion and wiped you ass with it, being near you is being near the death of their unicorn, so you are persona non grata…. while their lives follow the exact path you predicted.

Which all brings us all to the kernel of the problem.

Just what, exactly, is intelligence?

A wimminz brain is close enough, but different, to a man’s brain, but lets face it, not many of the niggerz out there display much intelligence either, so while intelligence is a byproduct of the organ we call the brain, it doesn’t appear to be a causal relationship.

There are various maladies that are located in the brain, but that can’t actually be detected by a visual dissection or inspection of the brain, that render the sufferer helpless and requiring the help of others to survive.

We will take one not so hypothetical example, her name is Samantha, her brain as far as anyone can tell is perfect in every way, but she needs help getting washed, dressed, finding her way home….  this would be fine if Sam was 5 years old, but she is 25 years old.

I’ve seen Sam and her same age female carer out and about, damned if you can spot the simpleton, none of the lads who hit on them appear to be able to either, and in fact the carers biggest job is stopping Sam and some random guy from getting it on.

Now, I can see why Sam is not eligible for a drivers licence, but the fact is the driving TEST serves its purpose, Sam could never in a million years pass a driving test, whereas her carer did.

What I don’t see is why Sam does not have the right to vote, but her carer does, when the difference is all apparently based on “intelligence”

While a driving test is mainly a test of physical proficiency, much of modern life is not, lawyers, social workers, office workers, there is not one shred of intelligence required, just some learning by rote, literally anyone can study and pass lawyers exams… just takes time and effort, no skill or intelligence of any kind required.

Which opens a whole tin of worms that the disabled industry is well aware of, Stephen Hawking, wheelchair bound mute dribbling idiot, except he is not, he is beyond all doubt INTELLIGENT.

It is almost like the brain is a muscle, and when it is exercised regularly and well it develops intelligence, and when it isn’t it does not, Hawkings brain, and Sam’s, and her carers, all look the same.

Sams and her carers are the same, never been exercised, in Sam’s case there may be some biochemical switch that does work, so exercise does not produce intelligence, but the end result is the same as Sam’s carers brain, atrophied, and does not produce intelligence.

No man who is a father of boys and who has been there to see, can have failed to notice that by the age of FIVE his sons could out think both their mother and their sisters and their female teachers and every other woman they came across.

Mommy “Johnny, stop using your super soaker to get Tiddles wet!“

Johnny “OK mom.. <sigh>“

time passes, Johnny and Timmy from next door use their super soakers to get next doors cat Benjamin wet

Mommy “Johnny, I thought I told you not to shoot cats with the soaker!!!!“

Johnny, “No mum, you told me not to shoot TIDDLES, me and Timmy were shooting BENJAMIN“

You know the rest…

…… and so wimminz be herd animals with low intelligence, because herd life does not exercise the brain, men be pack animals with higher intelligence, because pack life does exercise the brain.

Which leaves us, in the western world in 2012 AD, up shit creek without a paddle.

Because the fact is, it is illegal, with massive real world consequences and penalties, to treat wimminz as anything other than equally intelligent to men, unless said wimminz invoke DV or FRA allegations, in which case they are treated like Sam in the story above…. even though we all know, in 99.999% of cases, Sam in the story above is as intelligent as any other wimminz…

Now, I mentioned in the previous post, at the end, how Nature was going to address the obvious imbalances between the enlarged herds and the decimated packs.

Well, there is one way, and it is “rapid response” because it is already built in to all humans.

HG Wells talked about it, the Morlock and the Eloi, but as politically correct as ever, there were both males and females in both species.

Fact is, the herds, by their very nature of not exercising the brains to produce intelligence, and excising the pack influence which did engender intelligence, are producing skank ho’s like the porn sluts and their ilk.

The Morlock are the wimminz, (and the niggerz) because the fact is, zero intelligence of any kind is required by a wimminz to survive to breed, and Nature being the great economist, does not waste valuable energy on shit that ain’t needed to produce the next generation.

It was only in times of old, pre technology, that a wimminz needed a brain and some pack influence to survive, because she actually had to do various things for herself, in the modern world just being born with a cunt guarantees access to food and shelter and clothing and entertainment.

If we have a global war, the wimminz will have to start toeing the pack line, AND develop intelligence.

If we don’t and instead have a social and technological evolution and perhaps a pandemic, the wimminz will have to start toeing the pack line, and develop LESS intelligence (a stretch I know)

The young wimminz I have been fucking recently, nice young flesh, but you look in their fucking eyes man, I swear to god that I have seen more intelligence in the eyes of a dog or a cow. And I shit you not, and say this not for literary effect, I mean it most sincerely.

I don’t mean incapable through idleness of original thought, such as the 40′s and 50′s wimminz family lawyers and social workers et al.

I mean as dumb as a fucking animal, because those neural pathways were never lit up in the first place.

Their compliance in bed was TOTAL, how the fuck do you think they got kids, got into porn, whatever, and of course when the herd comes along again their compliance is total and immediate… when the slut exhibits compiance to a man, such as me, bad, when the slut exhibits compliance to the herd, good, black is white, two legs bad, four legs good… what about us say the ducks…

It’s not the predatory pack nature of being a man that is really, genuinely, actually, daily, so fucking dangerous for men like us, it is the fucking intellect that it has nurtured within us, the herd could tolerate us while we act as dumb as a sack of kittens, but show any true intellect, and they want nothing less than our eradication.

Intellect is the antidote to herd behaviour, and the herd will tolerate no antidotes.

Smart men will keep below the radar and place the long bet, not on the herd or the pack, but on Nature.

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Team cunt in action

 

Team cunt is when one or more wimminz take indirect action against a man, by coercing another wimminz into or out of some course of action… a different course of action than that wimminz would have taken without outside influence.

It’s Team cunt because when push comes to shove it is always a herd instinct “decision” for the wimminz, sure, the thing the other wimminz are trying to push them into wasn’t what they would have chosen, and sure, the other wimminz aren’t really her friends, but they are my herd and will keep me company.

Most often I get this after fucking some young skank ho slut extremely well, she soon clicks to the idea that hanging out with me is the best hedge to the future she can possibly do, and the the protestations of love start, and it has to be said, they do mean it, when they say it…

Then they announce their intent to give it all up to this much older guy, to their wimminz circle of acquaintances, I won’t say friends, because no wimminz has any wimminz friends, just fellow herd members in team cunt.

Then the rest of the herd gang up on the young skank ho, I have literally seen mothers who neglected and abused young sluts to the point where the young slut truly fucking hates the mother gang up on the young slut with granny and aunt sally and her sister, and give them the whole ultimatum, dump this old loser or be expelled from team cunt.

And it doesn’t matter how awful these other wimminz have been to the young slut, she will side with them and dump you, because nothing scares them as much as being expelled from the herd.

I have seen wimminz pick up other wimminz and with no warning take them to a clinic so they can have a coil removed and get pregnant without the boyfriends knowledge or consent, and the baby totally fucks the relationship / marriage, and the wimminz in question still sides with team cunt.

I have seen wimminz concoct and create out of thin air False Rape Accusations against a man to attempt to totally destroy him, simply because this was the test of loyalty demanded by other wimminz, for ongoing membership of team cunt, even though nobody but the lawyers and police actually profited in any way from the FRA.

I have seen children utterly destroyed by being cut off from and brainwashed against men, for no other reason that this solidarity is demanded by team cunt.

I have seen team cunt grandmothers who themselves become the victim of other team cunt actions, cut off from all contact with their grandkids, turn around and just walk away from it, rather than go up against team cunt and show they are a blackleg.

I have seen team cunt wimminz lawyers and wimminz judges and wimminz social workers and wives and girlfriends, all act with solidarity to team cunt.

Team cunt doesn’t actually exist, it is nothing more than a herd mentality, 50 horses about to charge off a cliff and the 51st will fight you tooth and nail to break free of your safe keeping and join the herd.

Team cunt having exercised their power and control over the young skank ho who loved me and made her choose team cunt over a future in my protection promptly revert to form and neglect and abandon the young skank ho, but you have more hope of rationalising things with an opium dealer than you do of getting the young skank ho to reject team cunt.

This, my brothers, is one of the ultimate lessons in this blog, assuming you have read and absorbed EVERYTHING else here in the sidebars on the right, and much of the rest in the wimminz archives too…

The ultimate lesson is that wimminz are herd creatures of low intellect and high herd conformity and compliance, you can cut one out of that herd and break and ride her, but a pig wearing lipstick is still a pig, and she will still go back and answer the call of the herd, first time, every time, irrespective of how much personal damage this causes her, or you, or anyone else.

No amount of logical “well actually bitch they are just trying to fuck up what you have, for no reason other than it separates you from the herd, they have never given a fuck about you, and if you put half the effort into us, that you are putting into fucking us up to demonstrate your herd loyalty, you would never need the herd again” falls not on deaf ears, but on ears that see everything except rejoining the herd as the immediate enemy.

This all explains why individual wimminz succumb to the herd, but it doesn’t explain why the herd coalesces around individual wimminz who are thinking about leaving the herd.

The first thing you have to grep is that while wimminz may be a herd animal, man is a pack animal, so there is a limited amount of empathy there.. (ever wondered why men bond with dogs so much better than wimminz?) but one thing we do know about herd creatures is that the herd itself is the survival tactic, break it down into smaller groups of herds and they die off by attrition… safety in numbers.

Every single misandrist whining lie uttered about men by wimminz is no more than the hard wired bleating of herd creatures, unfortunately for men, some asshole gave these cunts the vote, and then jobs as cops and lawyers and judges, and now the herd is the king of the jungle.

When someone like me comes along and catches the eye of a young filly, the herd sees the predatory raping lone stallion/wolf stalking the herd, it isn’t jealousy that the young filly catches my cock and not the old barren mares, it is that the herd has an investment in the perpetuation of the herd, and the young filly is the future of the herd, and monkey see monkey do, so this shit has to get stomped on real quick, before the other young fillies get any ideas.

Because after all, the herd is just one answer for DNA to perpetuate DNA.

The relationship between the herd and individuals is all to one, and one to all, there are no individual bonds within the herd, contrast this to the pack animal, where there is pack loyalty in both directions, but pack loyalty is based upon individual loyalty and individual relationships.

But men and wimminz and not wolves and horses that cannot interbreed, so for most of human history there were strong herd traits in the pack animals, and strong pack animal traits in the herd animals, wife 1.0 was a herd creature with strong pack animal traits, husband 1.0 was a pack animal with strong herd creature traits.

The irony here is calling young Japanese MGTOW “grass eaters”, grass eaters are herd creatures, the young jap MGTOW are carrion eaters (not hunters) not grass eaters, they aren’t wolves, they are hyenas.

Go onto other sites and find “men” like keyster and eric who hate me, that is the hate the pack animal with herd animal traits feels for the lone hunter who is outside both the herd and the pack, neither wanting to be a part of, nor being accepted by, either herd or pack.

Where we have gone wrong in recent years in western society is that we have eliminated the dynamic at the borders between the herd and the pack, and created artificial filters and barriers, the pack is under attack, the herd is good, the pack is bad… four legs good, two legs bad… but what about us, ask the ducks?

The solution cannot come from either the new engorged herd, nor the new diminished pack, they have both been thrown out of equilibrium, and the answers cannot be found in either camp, rather, nature abhors a vacuum, and so nature will create a solution to both the problems of the engorged herd, and the diminished pack.

Nature could get real funky, some new plague vector that works selectively in sync with corn starch digestion in the human gut to reduce wimminz IQ by 50 points and men’s by 10, or nature could get real elegant, subtle alterations in sperm and ova chemistry so only 10% of the population can conceive, or nature could get real primitive, and thin both the herd and the pack with a pandemic with a 75% mortality rate.

Meantime, in shades of the old joke about democracy being two wolves and one sheep deciding what to eat for lunch, real world politics and economics and science and technology has been about ten sheep and one wolf voting to make straight fur and sharp teeth and a carnivorous diet illegal… what could possibly go wrong.

For men, in the meantime, remember that all bets are off, it is now literally and physically impossible to treat any wimminz as an individual, the rest of the herd won’t allow it, and when push comes to shove and you find yourself in a police station or secret family court for the heinous crime of not only not being one of the herd, but trying to separate one from the herd to bring out her pack tendencies, and to bring out your herd tendencies, one of the most dangerous tactics you can employ is the one I did.

To look each herd animal in the eye, one by one, hint at baring a fang, and smile the predatory smile.

Most dangerous, but possibly less fatal than perming your coat, filing your teeth flat and eating grass… because Nature has as much time and compassion for the current versions of both herd and pack as the herd of wimminz have for the filly that caught my eye, and dared to consider a life outside the herd.

 

If I had a rocket

Bit of a mixture today, some anecdotal stuff.

While I am still “off” PoF as far as pump and dump is concerned, I am still watching, and seeing ever more re-written profiles, and ever more wimminz who started out looking for “long term” that graduated through” dating” to now being in the “intimate encounter” section.

I am also seeing the younger wimminz (e.g. below 30) starting to abandon PoF in droves, I know  a couple of these and discussed it with them, and the bottom line is they just ain’t feeling the love, pump and dump cum-buckets is the only thing the guys on PoF are interested in apparently… this conversation turned anecdotal when I mentioned a 27 year old wimminz on PoF, not bad looking, who basically offered me any kind of sex I wanted, but I turned her down, mainly because she was 30 minutes drive away and frankly I couldn’t be assed, what with her being a single mum and guaranteed to have a messy home (she admitted this) etc, even if she was gagging to do the lambada on my cock.

The two young wimminz I related this anecdote to (remember I am in my 50′s) were, to put it bluntly, fucking aghast, especially as I have done one of them in the past so they know it ain’t a case of me not knowing how to fuck or being able to.

“So if she was in town, 5 minutes away by car, you’d have gone over and fucked?“

“Yup“

“But because she was outta town, 30 minutes drive away, you didn’t!!??“

“Yup“

“So what would it have taken to make you drive that extra 25 minutes?“

“Well if she was a solid 9, no kids, 20, I guess I would have had to go over and corrupt her.” said with shit eating grin.

Remember both these chicks are mid to late twenties, and both have kids at home being babysat by their mums…  and I just reduced THEIR Sexual Market Value to about 10 minutes driving.

Let me tell you all something, if you REALLY watch these wimminz and pay attention and SEE, you will notice something.

Asking / expecting these wimminz to come to terms with the decimation of their SMV is really, really, really close to watching a gambling addict realising they are broke and have no credit at the bookies.

So some time later I am sat with a different crowd of people I know, and this crowd is different because it is mainly male, and most of the guys are one form of engineer or another, and for some reason fukushima comes up, and the subject of fallout.

So, I throw in one of my little true questions.

“How many atom bomb explosions have there been?”

This is an interesting question, because everyone says two (Hiroshima and Nagasaki) then pauses and adds a third, Los Alamos, a very very few will then add “a few more, Bikini Atoll tests etc”

All will also say that the USA and USSR have enough nukes to wipe out all life on earth many times over, and by now the wimminz in the group are getting very animated and anti nuke.

So I say, “Between 1945 and 1998, the tests and other bomb detonations THAT WE KNOW ABOUT total just under two thousand one hundred atomic explosions, this being a mixture of atomic fission bombs and thermonuclear fusion bombs”

Without exception, I am met with a few moments of stunned silence, and then total and utter disbelief.

I can always settle this, just bet me everything you own, literally, and I will point you to several indisputable official sources where you can document that I am correct.

At which point the horror really sets in, and the mother earth anti nuke wimminz and their niggers start planning to join the green party etc.

So I drop this little thought.

Since we have detonated 2000+ nuclear WEAPONS on the surface of our planet in LESS THAN FIFTY YEARS, and we are all still here, maybe you better get it through your heads that we cannot nuke ourselves into extinction… sure, we can kill millions and utterly destroy economies, societies and nations, but we did that in the last war with nothing much more than small arms and incendiary bombs.

Without exception, at this point the group splits into two, one is all male, and all engineers of some sort, the other group is everyone else, all the wimminz, and all the wimminz engineers.

I then point THIS fact out, and say that THIS is the most interesting and influential and important factor, because only the purely practical engineering male mind can build, or rebuild, yes, the purely practical male engineering mind can also destroy, but everyone else are just cyphers, they don’t really change the outcomes, except they make the practical male engineering types less incentivised to do any of the building or maintenance or rebuilding.

Usually at this point these groups break up, and I get accused of being a downer… lol

This time, because the European economy was on the agenda too, it didn’t, and tellingly it was one of the mother earth wimminz who asked the next poignant question….

My answer as near as I can recall was this;

“Say the shit starts to hit the fan right now, someone gets a newsflash on their smartphone, and say we are now sat in Greece or Spain, with me so far?“

everyone nods

“What I can do is get up, announce that I am going for a piss, go outside, get in my car, fill the tank with diesel, drive straight to a ferry, hit France, and 24 hours later I am in Greece or Spain or wherever it is I have bugged out to….“

They struggle for a while with the concept of literally just walking away from my scented candles, barry manilow records, rabbit vibes and louboutins, while it dawns that none of those things mean shit when the SHTF anyway.

What will you take with you, I am asked… I raise my eyebrows and point at myself.

What about gold and stuff, how are you gonna carry your wealth, how will you live, I am asked.

I point out that you cannot eat gold, only get killed for it, and my most valuable assets BY A FUCKING MILLION MILES are my own skills, my minimal needs, and my extreme flexibility.

So the earth mother wimminz speaks up again, you’d go in your car I assume, I say yeah, given a choice it offers more options than my bikes, given an hour I can throw all my digital assets in it, and a reasonable selection of tools, and it provides shelter from the elements as well as transport.

So, she says, if you are going in a car, you could take someone else with you.

Yeah, but it wouldn’t be a wimminz, doesn’t matter where I am going, there will be plenty of cunt there, and they will have seen the writing on the wall because of whatever is going down where I just left, so IF I fucking took someone it would be someone I could rely on, someone who would watch my back.

and again I witnessed a wimminz who was confronted with her SMV being zero.

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THIS IS WHERE IT GOT REALLY, REALLY INTERESTING
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Remember this is a group of people sat around in a social situation, many simultaneous conversations are going on about the subject in question.

So someone raised the subject of Gold again, and earth momma says “Yeah” because remember seeing her SMV as being zero is like the gambler looking for a line of credit, they will get on board ANY deal going.

What you fuckers do not realise, if your asset is Gold or cunt, it can be TAKEN from you, easily, but if you are trying to TRADE it with me in exchange for something YOU want, eg a fucking ride out of here to Greece or Spain RIGHT FUCKING NOW, or food and potable water along the way, or whatever, you have no way of FORCING that deal on me, on YOUR terms.

Your gold, or your cunt, is only worth what value ___I___ place on it, this is known as being “Marked to Market” I tell them.

Not willing to swallow this red pill, both earth momma and the niggerz start in on the shaming, “But what about your kids??? You just going to abandon them!“

Well, there are two answers to that, one is that the very reason for me bugging out means that if I stay I get rendered powerless and UNABLE to help them in any way, the other is an answer you are probably more likely to accept… that answer is “fuck em” as in “look after number one” as in “I’m alright Jack”

Earth momma is shaking her head in disbelief, and says she can’t believe my attitude, how can any man get so callous.

I smile sweetly, gesture with the nearly empty glass at the second group, e.g. all the non practical, non engineering, non males in the group, and say “Remember what I said a few minutes ago about being de-incentivised???“

Earth momma looks me straight in the eyes and say “What have I done for you lately“

I look straight back at her and say “Bingo!“

Earth momma nods, of course she gets it, this is EXACTLY how wimminz operate, who cares what you have done for them in the past, what have you done LATELY?

But, she is still the broke gambling addict looking for a line of credit, she isn’t prepared to work on the problem, she didn’t offer to refill my glass, do the lambada on my cock, or put diesel in my tank, she is still in denial, still playing “Can’t happen here”.

I spent the rest of the evening with the practical, male, engineering types, who did refill my glass, and made comments like “You know, now I am starting to see why you never buy any cars or bikes with electronics or computers under the hood, why you won’t have anything but pushrod engines or camchain (not cambelt) engines, why you won’t have anything highly tuned or fussy, why you like buck knives, zippos, quality old tools.“

Because I can DEPEND on the bastards.

To me, this is a thing of pleasure during fat times, but necessity when TSHTF.

If you can only ever carry one general purpose knife, make it a Buck.

If you can only ever carry one fire maker, make it a Zippo.

If you can only ever carry one bug out partner, make it a practical engineering type with a cock.

I saw fear in her eyes….

…real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

An hour or so earlier, as the weather here has broken and the sun was in the sky, I walked down by the river, stopped at a pub, bought myself a drink and sat outside.

Before long I was joined by some other people, all strangers, and we got talking about the economy and what not, and one of the wimminz present said something about how the economy is bad for the wimminz too.

“That’s too bad” I said, in a voice devoid of any sympathy.

She wasn’t hip to this, and tried to tell me why I should care.

“Let me stop you right there” I said, and told her a little about me, a man who has travelled the world, a man who can make the water potable and make it flow, a man who can make the electricity and make it flow, a man who went to secret family court, where, contrary to everything we are told about justice and law, zero evidence of any kind is required to find you “guilty” of all sorts of obscene allegations, and you children will be abducted from you and the entire paternal family.

Meanwhile ALL the men at the table are nodding, not interrupting, but looking me in the eye and nodding… if they themselves do not have first hand personal experience of what I am describing, they all know someone close to them who has.

“Bottom line” I finish up, “is I will give a fuck about wimminz issues, when wimminz give a fuck about my issues… to be specific” I say “when I see wimminz protesting outside the courts and chaining themselves to the railings and PHYSICALLY and FINANCIALLY supporting men who have been fucked by the state, then, and only then, will I begin to give a very small fuck, about the welfare of those specific wimminz only.”

She looked at me for a moment, and at her girlfriends, and laughingly pointed at the river winding past the pub, and said “So if I fell in there and started to drown, you wouldn’t save me.“… clearly expecting Mr White Knight to come out.

“No, I would not” I said, in exactly the same totally uninterested and uninvolved and uncaring tone that I would have used had she asked me if I might ever be interested in a 419 scam.

“You cannot mean that” she said “bu bu bu but it would be illegal to sit there drinking your beer and watch me drown!!!”

“Unfortunately” I said “I have not had the appropriate health and safety training to dive into a river and save someone, besides, how would I know it was not all a big joke and you were not crying wolf?“

There was a pause, and she asked if I would jump in to save “him”, pointing at a guy sat opposite to me.

“Fuck yeah” I said, “I *am* my brothers keeper“

She looked at me with real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

Not fear of me, because it was as clear to her as it was to everyone else at the table that I would not raise one finger to harm her, nor would I raise one finger to save her.

One of the other girls said “this is creepy” and it fell on stony ground.

The “him” opposite looks at me and says “did you drive here or walk?“

“Walked” I said

“Then my friend,” he says “I am going to buy you a beer, and you are not going to fucking insult me by refusing it.“

And so like one tiny shred of crystal dropped into a saturated solution, the “Fuck you bitch” attitude coalesced and grew around the table, and where before there was flirting bullshit and open sexual innuendo, there grew very formal and very polite and very dismissive discourse from the men to the wimminz, and within 20 minutes the wimminz left, trying one last sally “coming boys?” to which the boy in question, who was all of 18, replied “Nah, go and buy your own fucking drinks, I’m staying here and chilling.“

We spent the next three hours discussing everything from motorcycles through computers through tools through great roads to drive on, great dishes to eat in foreign climes, music, you name it.

A couple of hours into it I said to the young lad who told the wimminz to buy their own fucking drinks that I hoped I hadn’t spoiled his evening, he laughed uproariously and informed me that sluts are two a penny, but being able to sit around and table with MEN and discuss anything without fear of upsetting some slut was one of the best nights he had had in ages, and was I ready for another one.

I woke up this morning to a text message from one of them “dude, bbq at my place monday evening, no slits, coming?”

We, as a nation, certainly in this region, are so prepared for a “reset” and the next level / change (when I say we I mean the men) that it surprises even me, that wimminz who got scared and left was far more perceptive than I. She got the atmosphere instantly, it took me three hours and more beer than I could handle to get it.

What scared her was not an atmosphere where any of the men there would do her harm, but an atmosphere where someone had pressed GAME OVER and suddenly none of the men there would lift a finger to support or aid her, not even in pursuit of access to her cunt.

It was only after several strong black coffees this morning that it came to me, and I am not sure it is an expression that will mean anything to my american readers, as I have not even heard it used in this country for over 20 years.

The wimminz at that table were “sent to Chelsea”, and that is what scared them.

When someone was “sent to Chelsea” it meant that everyone else at the workplace simply ignored them wherever possible, and where not possible dealt with them as politely, and courteously, and firmly, and dismissively as possible.. it was usually reserved for “blacklegs” and “lackeys”, but was the ultimate in “cold shoulder” treatment for those who it was felt had betrayed the group for their own immediate gain.

Notches on the bedpost

A mixed bag this week, one skank ho who openly admits that she cheated on her husband throughout her marriage wonders why I treat EVERYTHING she says, as though it is possibly / probably false… duh

And another for whom the bell finally tolls and the penny finally drops, you’re not just notches on a bedpost, it is that after three fucks most wimminz are unfuckable, my cock will not co-operate any further, so I must of necessity move on to the next skank ho.

Think about it bitches, all I am interested in is dumping my cum into your holes, for free, and even so THE BEST OF YOU  still can’t hold my attention or interest past three fucks.

Bitches have been drinking their own kool aid for so long and lying to themselves about what they really are for so long that there is no longer any signal left when talking with wimminz, it is all noise, and incidentally proof that 12 million monkeys will never type so much as one sonnet, much less the complete works of Shakespeare.

Whether it is secret family courts or wimminz rights or evil male sexual predators, bitches cannot and will not see that it is NEVER coincidental that those towns that are known for the worst excesses of secret family courts, social services and child welfare types are also the towns where the worst child abuse goes on and the highest profile paedophile cases come from, they just routinely put the cart before the horse and point at the excesses of the headline paedophile case as reason for their own existence, when in fact it has been the past decade plus of their own existence of complete power on the local scale that has bred the ideal hunting grounds for these evil predatory paedophiles, and has also bred the next generation of them.

Just as in the Vanessa George case, the skank ho who actually did all the physical sexual abuse, George herself, was given second billing to the guy who lives 200+ miles away who never touched a single child in the flesh, but who George was in electronic communication with.

Back in the day it was Fred and Rose West, again Fred got all the bad publicity, but they lived in Cromwell St, well known locally as the place to find whores and drugs, and less well known as the place where the local council routinely housed all their kids that had been seized from families and taken into care, when those kids reach 16 and ceased to be a source of revenue for said children’s services departments.

What could possibly go wrong?

What (address) could possibly express more cynicism and disdain for the now 16 year old kids?

What y’all have to watch out for is the only trick left in the bag is doubling down, and as times get harder they will keep doubling down.

You think you have your ass covered by signing up to Fetlife and finding that 22 year old submissive, you know, FROM HER FUCKING ADVERT FOR AN OLDER MAN, and hooking up with her?

When they double down and broaden consent to something that can be RETROACTIVELY RETRACTED BY A PANEL OF WIMMINZ AND NIGGERZ, you are as fucked as fucked can be, and jumping up and down in the dock trying to get her Fetlife advert admitted as evidence of your innocence, as opposed to being evidence of her vulnerability and proof of your evil predatory nature will only get your sentences increased for contempt of court.

No, far better that you talk to a local, and go down to the areas of town where the local social services dump all the kids as soon as they become 16 and cease being a source of revenue, with the whores and the dealers, and cruise for some young flesh… the young flesh in question has no illusions whatsoever about their status… your only problem is in fucking hand me downs from the same social services / child care services / family courts, because NONE of these 16 year olds are virgins, not even close, haven’t been for years, many years in some cases… just needs a fall guy, like you maybe, to take the rap and thus close the book on previous indiscretions… knowworrimean..

Seems you aren’t the only one who was out to carve a few notches on your bedpost… but you just sleepwalked into playing the game with the genuine feral article, and the real predators.

Doubling down, doubling down.

Vanessa George, Rose West, “Baby P“, they all represent mission and budget creep for the symbiont’s, and expansion of the incestuous and iniquitous pools of slime and corruption, far from being human tragedies, they are brand leading success stories.

The most chilling tales of all come from the mouths of hollow young people, the young girl who despite being 16 and a bit and fully physically a woman and with many of the tick boxes for attractiveness, a wagon load of viagra and a gallon on liquid nitrogen could not have gotten me hard for, not once they have uttered “You know that film Aliens, you know the bit about in space nobody can hear you scream, and the bit about they come at night, mostly, and the bit about game over man, yeah well that is what growing up in “care” is all about…. “

There are monsters, and they are human, and they are the ones who have been given and taken total power and control over our children and families.

Edit – and the fact that most of those involved in this system as a career are wimminz, and yet wimminz are supposed to be the protectors of youth / children / innocence… it is THIS role that the wimminz abandoned most eagerly, and NONE of them speak up to denounce their sisters, the total renunciation of all maternal and nurturing capacity, it is for this reason, more than any other, that I am done with treating wimminz as civilised and moral creatures… I am as slow and as dense as fuck, but even I can eventually learn a lesson if it is rammed into my head daily for decades.

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Developments in internet dating…

Has to be said, I am seeing an evolution in the wimminz using internet dating, I wasn’t sure at first because the evolution is so similar to another wimminz tactic that it was very difficult to actually be sure if I was seeing something new or not.

The thing that it was very similar to was the wimminz ability to reinvent themselves at the drop of a hat, so dirtybird45‘s profile does not produce the desired result for the skank ho, she goes away and comes back with a sweetsarah22 profile, and unless you have been prowling the site for 5 minutes a day doing the YES / MAYBE / NO to the meet me on all the new profiles, you won’t realise that there is something more than a little familiar about sweetsarah22‘s picture etc.

If you are a clever, sneaky, methodical bastard, you will, whenever you find a real prospect of a profile, as in a real prospect or turning into your cum bucket at least for one night, you will habitually save a local copy of that profile page…. and then you match the picture, and find enough common threads in the two profiles to see exactly what has been re-written… and this is the point where we have to be careful and watch for some time to spot the difference.

Up until now this re-invention has been the usual wimminz lying about their past history shit, some profile pics get deleted, other new ones get added, eg all the slutty drunk party ones go, better dressed more classy ones come in, certain bits of history get erased from the profile, and of course what she is looking for changes from “dating” or “friends” to “long relationship“.

What has changed is that in the new version the wimminz are re-writing profiles to omit things that portray them, quite correctly, as unproductive life sapping leeches and parasites, so suddenly all the jobs in “social work” get changed to working in “care“, all the police and suchlike get changed to “public sector” and so on, of course this is not an exhaustive list, but it makes the point.

Dating a psycho skank ho wimminz social worker or cop is playing Russian roulette with your cock and your liberty, it is only a question of time before you wake up either with your cock cut off, or falsely accused of some crime against wimminz or children.

Wimminz social workers re-branding themselves as care workers (who can be kinky and dirty) and wimminz cops re-branding themselves as public sector is false fucking advertising, and if a guy did it he would be all over the front pages and then hauled up on charges, but the wimminz are going down this road, and it means you as a man cannot just block them the instant you see their profile, you end up contacting the psycho skank ho cunts before the penny drops, and that has, my friend, already put you in the fucking danger zone.

The obvious and logical conclusion is the correct one, the wimminz in question have realised that the “Sold as seen, come and worship me you worthless man” shit no longer flies, not alpha cock, not beta cock, basically nothing but the dregs, guys who will fuck the likes of dickhead above are the only cock they are attracting.

To a wimminz the solution is both obvious and simple, change what is on offer, “Sensitive, smart, sensual and sincere seeks sucker H^H^H^ nice man” and lo and behold, a completely new product.

The slutty party girl pics go, the dress at a friends wedding pic comes in, but what *might* stay in is the pic of the cat, the pic of the bike, the pic of her with some exotic holiday scene in the background, the pic of her looking down from above hiding the obesity and making the floppy bags of tit look like bulging firm melons.

The fact that it is in fact the same old cum dumpster doesn’t matter to these wimminz… to them the illusion is the reality, for in fact for the entire lives of these wimminz that has been the case, they have been able so simply re-invent reality at will, nasty man beat you? of course you can have his house… etc etc etc.

Because here we get to the real meat and potatoes, wimminz who will tote an iPhone, with all the commensurate exploitation of poor Chinese workers, yet refuse to step foot in say Tesco, because of the way they treat some other supply side sector. This dichotomy is not merely a tell tale, or a substitute for identity, it is the DNA of these hateful creatures.

You have to have this sandbox ability literally wired into your brain structure in the first 5 years of life so that you can live this lifestyle and live with yourself, and it is the symptoms of this sandbox ability that we have traditionally been looking for in internet dating.

The classic “where have all the good men gone?” question, is a classic symptom of this, the inability to make the connection with their own lifestyle and attitudes, and the rarity of pink elephants playing pianos, or available good men.

The symptom I describe above is not so much these wimminz realising that there is a connection between their own lifestyle and attitudes and the rarity of pink elephants or good men, but these wimminz perceiving the environment and society is changing, and not having your own personal pink elephant is getting much more important, maybe even vital, so with typical wimminz logic their standard reaction is to camouflage themselves as blue giraffes, figuring this will be more appealing to the pink elephants.

It is, after all, about bagging the prey, whether that be pink elephants or a “good man“.

This is a FUNDAMENTAL error that most of those in the MRM and most feminazis and wimminz and niggerz make, the idea that they themselves are a significant player, as opposed to the truth which is that everything in the jungle is lunch for something else, and these wimminz are just adapting, which as I have always said is one area where the wimminz are ahead of the men, they have no sympathy and no heart and no soul, and can adapt to a change in circumstances between one heartbeat and the next.

It is exactly these sorts of small signs that everyone else misses that we can directly attribute to “where the fuck have all the animals gone?” an hour before your place is flattened by an earthquake or a tsunami… and this is why these tiny insignificant signs are so significant and so important to those of us who intend to survive, because if you miss them you get trampled in the stampede with every other motherfucker.

If you can see your environment, the internet dating scene, as the veldt, the savannah, the jungle, then watching for these changes does not become your method to become a better hunter, to get more cunt, to be more alpha, because everything from the alpha to the omega becomes no more than grist to the mill when the quake or wave hits, so watching for these changes is your method for knowing when to join the more sensitive creatures and head for the hills 60 minutes before the quake or wave hits.

I’m not playing this game and dumping my cum into a succession of skank ho sluts because I want to prove to myself that I am alpha, or because I love fucking sluts (though it doesn’t exactly cause me pain) or any of the other reasons the “haters” will tell you.

I’m playing this game because my own personal FRA was a wake up call, just how close this society was to collapsing, because the crap economy alone or the changes wrought by technology alone etc weren’t enough, it took a perfect storm, all of the above and more plus a collapse in social order and justice and integrity, and with the rise of the internet there were a ton of people telling me things like watch the gold price, watch the oil price, watch housing prices, which may all be factors but lacked flesh and blood, and to me it has always taken a flesh and blood reaction to get the fuck out 60 minutes before the quake or wave hits.

Getting into pork bellies an hour before 9/11 isn’t much use if you are in the north or south towers, and that is the point, we are all in one of those towers, that is what our western societies and economies are, great edifices that make living easy.

Or, you can just write me off as a paranoid crazy motherfucker, it really does not make any difference to me, just as your sanity is of no concern to a quake or a wave.

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