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February 28, 2015

Sporadic signs of life

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 8:32 pm

As promised / threatened, real life is taking more of a front seat (in a good way) and this is taking more of a back seat, also in a good way, as I have said most of what I have to say, and much of what is left is just oh look, yet more of the same shit, when will this shit end (I don’t know)

What I do know is it was getting time to team up with someone, in the business sense, as I just didn’t have the hours in the day on my lonesome, but the teaming up would have to be based on someone who saw shit the way I did, and who was amenable to following my lead where required and being taught by me when required (in case you’re wondering, I’m talking about the lasershit)

Judging from everything I have written here, you’d be forgiven for thinking, like me, that it was a no brainer that whoever this team up person was, it was going to be another dyed in the wool misogynistic MGTOW like me, so imagine my fucking surprise when out of nowhere comes the perfect candidate, except he has a cunt, tits and ass… so he is a she.

He is in fact in many ways me, but with a cunt, tits and ass, and god knows, I always said if I could clone myself I would give my clone a sex change so I could fuck myself, which would make a pleasant change from the rest of the world trying to fuck me over.

Red pill wise, he/she has basically none, there were a bunch of things where I saw stuff and leapt to the usual conclusions, yes folks, I have seen this movie a million times already, but out of fairness I did look deeper, and lo and behold, the actual facts were utterly different from the million re-runs, when she left her husband, because the marriage was dead and had been for years, contrary to the advice of all which was to kick him out and keep the kids, she left him with the kids and house, and continues to pay her half of the bills, as she says, this is the only right and fair thing to do, and yet this bitch actually fucking does it… she goes out and does work, and by work I mean a man’s job, as in she is the only wimminz in the workplace, the rest are all men, and then pays her own hard earned wages to her (ex) husband for the upkeep of the children and their home, and visits two or three days / evenings a week to keep a relationshit going with the kids, who still have their own home, same school, same friends, same local haunts to play in. Kudos where it is fucking due.

In a sense, none of that matters a fuck to me, but, the type of person who owns their own responsibilities like that while also eating the shit they were a part of, is exactly the type of person I need to team up with in business, because it is a person who actually does give a fuck about getting the best quality product out the door, because you really are only as good as your last job, and the kind of person that knows that you make your own luck, by working long and hard at something for months of even years for little or no reward, until the day comes that you turn the corner and start to get the payoffs, and everyone else says you were just “lucky” to make money at that shit, because, hey, “anyone” could do it.

What I have been saying here is that STATISTICALLY speaking, 99% of the population is wimminz and niggerz, and fucking useless as a result, and bro’s before ho’s, and there are fuck all bro’s about, so the proverbial “woman” was about as common as rocking horse shit, it’s fucking hard enough finding a guy with his own balls nowadays.

But, what she reminds me of is the fact that statistics and probabilities by definition have their fucking outliers, the proverbial lightning strikes on the tree in your garden.

She is a reject from the world of wimminz, and I don’t mean that in the way of a reject shoe from a shoe factory, I mean it in the way of an albino nigger, of which there is a bit in the news at the moment re them being cut up for witch doctor practices in Africa, as in, in every way functional and healthy, but just different enough in enough subtle ways that the herd rejects them as not being one of us…

Hey, I can fucking relate to that shit… lol

So this post is about that, not some skank that is emptying my balls or teaming up with me in business, but about the fact that encountering her has drawn my attention to something that I personally have for far too long overlooked, and that is the statistically insignificant outlier events.

They matter, and I have been ignoring them for far too fucking long, and gazing at the underbelly of the beast that is western society and economies in general, while not realising that me buying a fucking laser and starting a “proper” business that actually fucking makes something, is itself a statistical outlier.

99.9% of business started by individuals are service businesses, gardeners, mechanics, plumbers, hairdressers, accountants, PC repairs, none of them actually make any fucking new products by taking in raw materials and working on them.

And, as a result, I have been bumping into other similar outliers, and they are slowly becoming customers, and suppliers, and friends, and you know what, one or two of them are also born with cunt and tits and ass…

Shit has been under my nose in this very town / city the whole time, and I never met one of these people much less suspected their existence, prior to cementing my own status as an outlier by buying the fucking laser.

Whoodathunkit.

February 8, 2015

Humping the shark

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 2:03 pm

Now, you all know me.. or to be specific and accurate, with one or two exceptions none of you know me from Adam, but you have read enough of my stuff to form a picture of the type of guy I am.

While it may be interesting to sit back and listen to the various opinions of what that is (everything from misogynist dinosaur through asshole rapist to gawd knows what no doubt…lol) it is fairly safe to say that most of them are going to involve some sort of doesn’t give a fuck guy who sometimes plays the world’s smallest violin towards causes that the sheeple (wimminz and niggerz) hold dear.

And this post is an example of why that very anonymity, both of myself and the individuals I sometimes write about, is so so so important, not just for their privacy, but because stripping their individuality from the narrative leaves only the bare bones of what I am trying to say, making the deeply personal impersonal, and therefore making it applicable to all, and readable by all.

So, anyway, there I am, one day last week, my pet owned slut, who I will confess to feeling a great deal of affection for, who is still married and who is cuckolding her husband to the degree that he no longer has sexual access to or use of her, is skyping her husband from my house, to do this skype to the “husband that is, father that is and lover that was” she has gotten dressed, not just so the kids don’t see her in flagrante, but also so the husband doesn’t, it’s not “his” flesh any more.

Now, quite apart from being camera averse anyway, I really don’t want any part of such scenes, they are none of my business, I did not make any promises or vows to him, I don’t have any kind of relationship with him (it’s not a “triangle”, three dots connected by three lines, it’s three dots connected by two lines 0-0-0)and basically there is no upside to any of us for me to do this, I may well be her owner, but there are limits that the wise and experienced Dom will not cross, here be dragons.

However, I do not live in a 400 room palace, so it’s not like my slut can wander off to some room in the East wing of the property to skype her “ex” and kids, so, I inadvertently heard some of the convo.

It was the bit about their ex-sexual relationship, once the kids had vanished from his end of the connection (one of the things I approve of with this one, she isn’t in any way changing the kids lives vis-a-vis where they live etc, still in the same house with daddy, minimal disruption, well done that girl.) and I hear and see this guy (and yes, he and I have met face to face several times) refer to his own cock as “unemployed”, in a sad and forlorn way.

I mean, Jesus fucking H Christ, I don’t want to diss this guy in any way, I’m not some tosser who feels good because I have “won” another man’s woman from under his nose or any of that shit or any other shit, and my own opinion is their marriage has been the walking undead for several years at least before I came along, but basically, he is just a nice quiet guy, I don’t dislike him, I don’t disrespect him, I don’t feel no empathy for him, I don’t sneer at him, I don’t denigrate him, I don’t shame him, I don’t want to hurt him or damage his pride.

But, Jesus fucking H Christ, I can’t relate to the guy, I can’t envision ever referring to my own cock as unemployed just because some skank no longer wanted it, I’d be referring to her cunt as the thing that had passed its use by / best before date.

On the one hand, this is exactly WHY she can’t get enough of my cock and no longer has any interest in his, but the temptation to go down that path again leads us all away from the crucial factors here.cartoon3

I talked before on here about the mouse metropolis experiments and the “beautiful ones”, and I have talked before about the feminisation of men in western society, I have talked before about all the things that lead to this guy, and millions like him, not being a manly man, but being the kind of weak and insipid metro-sexual male that the feminazis were so keen to breed, and look where the fuck it gets you.

It gets you dumped by the one thing you wanted and adore.

I don’t blame him or look down on him, he is a good little robot that absorbed all his social engineering programming, I just don’t respect him.

And, as I said earlier, while I respect the slut in question, my slut, his sexual ex, for her decision to utterly ignore her social engineering programming and leave the kids where they are and where they belong, in their own home with their own dad, this doesn’t mean that she was any more immune to this social engineering programming than he was, she just happened to be a touch stronger than him, and resist one particular part in a way that I approve.

She is just as much a victim of this social engineering programming, because the fact is, as insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast as this guy is, he is quite man enough for the challenge of living and working in 20/21st century western society, itself an insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast society, in which no notable skills of any kind are required to stay alive and “prosper” and reproduce…

Which means that he makes a perfectly “adequate” 20/21st century husband / father / lover.

But the social engineering programming also entreats all females to aspire to the more than adequate, the more than they have, the much vaunted manosphere concept of hypergamy.

In any other age my bitch would have been more than happy with her lot, in this age… well…….

This is the age of the interest only mortgage, the most ludicrous financial concept imaginable, a concept so ludicrous even the feeble minded would sneer at it, or so you would think…

My bitch and her unemployed ex cock have one, quelle fucking surprise.

I haven’t yet explained to her what an interest only mortgage is… I pity her as much as him, and I see little upside to being around when she finally gets clued in, she won’t be happy.

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Imagine a house or property, it doesn’t matter what it is, just picture one, and hold that PICTURE in your head.

Now, the vendor says they want X price for it.

You, you don’t have X.

Time was you could either walk away and rent, or step up to the plate and try to get a mortgage. Traditionally here in the UK these were limited to a multiplier on your annual salary, and it varied between 3.5 to 4.5 times your annual salary, eg if your job paid you 10,000 a year, the maximum mortgage you could get would be a 20 year 85/90% mortgage for between 35,000 and 45,000, that’s it. You would require a 10/15% CASH deposit, no if but or maybe.

So we went down the road of liar loans and self certification and 100% mortgages and then 110% mortgages and then 120% mortgages, and when the steam ran out of that bullshit we had to bring in something else to keep the ponzi scheme going.

Enter interest only mortgages, now, despite the name being “interest only mortgage” and featuring the word “mortgage” in there, these things are like “parental rights” when applied to anything with a penis calling itself a father in secret family courts, it is there in the name only… Operation Iraqi Freedom, the Patriot Act, you get the idea…

So, back to your PICTURED property.

Back to the vendor who says they want X for this property.

Back to the “Mortgage” Loan Company.

In the old days, the mortgage loan company loaned you the money, you bought the capital in the property, and the mortgage loan company held on to the deeds until you had paid off the mortgage, at which point (leasehold land aside) you owned the shit outright.

In the new days, you have your PICTURED property, the vendor who says they want X, and you go to the “interest free mortgage” loan company.

The loan company essentially goes out back and prints the money to buy the PICTURED house for X from the vendor (who won’t ever actually see the X, it’s just electronic data in a file), and THEN they come back down and sit at a table with you.

At that point, they indulge in an ENTIRELY SEPARATE CONTRACT AND DEAL WITH YOU.

And that deal is simple, the capital / asset / ownership / deeds of the place isn’t even on the table, the old vendor was paid X by your loan company, who now own the PICTURED property 100%.

The “deal” that IS on the table is this.

For around 50/70% of what a mortgage would have cost, this loan company will allow you to enter into a binding 20 year rental contract on THEIR property, and the only thing that is binding is that YOU can’t get out of it, THEY can change the terms, interest rates, or sell it on at will.

What you are doing is paying the loan company “back” the “money” that it printed into existence the moment IT bought that PICTURED property for X from the vendor.

Your name is not on the deeds. Your name is never going anywhere near the fucking deeds.

When you have finally paid back the “interest only” loan, well, you’re back where you fucking started, homeless and fucking broke, course, you could always negotiate another “loan” with the company.

And these same cunts tell me that they could not do what I do, which is rent, because renting is “more expensive and less secure”.

No shit, when my bathroom ceiling collapsed due to a water leak, my fucking landlord had to fix it and foot the bill, in your case you will be legally liable to pay to maintain the mortgage companies property.

Come time to move to something in a different area or with more room or nearer work or what the fuck ever, I give my landlord 30 days notice.

You, you have to find some schmuck like you to buy the 30k house that your mortgage company printed 220k to buy, only you have to find some schmuck willing to pay 220k to the mortgage company for their property so they will release you from your legal liability to them,and then where are you, sat right next to me on the street, with no capital from the sale of the asset that you never owned, no matter how much it “appreciated” in “value” while you were busy paying the loan company for the money they magicked into existence at zero cost or effort.

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And if you think there is anything less than a FUNDAMENTAL and ELEMENTAL and VITAL connection between the type of guy I am, and me being the cuckold-er, he / they being the type of people that he / they are, and him being the cuckold-ed, and her being my slut, then you ain’t been paying fucking attention.

February 1, 2015

Army Surplus

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 7:12 pm

When I was a kid, there was a fucking ton of this stuff, and it’s all well and good, but it isn’t a sign of anything so much as that particular thing being in that Wil E Coyote moment after he has run off the edge of the cliff and before gravity takes hold.

In real life of course the two factors are not air and gravity, but production and demand.

Lots of these surplus things being re purposed, or lots of production set up to do A being shunted over to do B, is not a sign of health, it’s a sign of that Wil E moment.

On Ebay UK at the moment I can buy a cheap crap Chinese 40 watt laser tube and PSU brand new for 170 quid, these are the shit things put in all the blue K40 series lasers that also litter fleabay at the moment, and if you try to get 30 watts out of them you’ll be lucky to see 100 hours out of them…. even so……

You could get 10 watts out of one for a long time, so you’re looking at ¬£17 per watt, and 10 watts in a 6 mm diameter beam is about a third of a watt per square millimetre, and noonday desert sun is about a kilowatt per square metre, which works out at a milliwatt per square millimetre, so the shit laser unfocused is 300x the power of the noonday desert sun over the small area of the unfocused beam.

You could do a lot of experimentation with that, or a lot of mischief.

But 1 watt laser diodes, nope, they are banned for sale by fleabay and amazon, as drones will soon be if they are not already….

At 100 yards, this totally invisible beam would not have diverged too much, I do know of a case of someone with a 100 watt tube set to half power igniting wood 100 metres away… but this isn’t about building your own death ray.

It’s about the “opportunity” to do so because of the temporary and transient phenomenon of oversupply.

While these opportunities are handy if, as in the above example, you always wanted to build your own death ray, but always for a 500 buck budget and not a 5,000 buck budget, this doesn’t mean they are good things overall, as by definition, nobody with a brain is going to make more at that price point, no matter how crap they are, and that means when the glut is over, there will be less production capacity than before.

Sure, it may be the crap producers that go to the wall, but production quality is one area where drip down technologies and push up competition actually works, what screwed this pooch wasn’t technology or competition, it was building for markets that did not appear when the products rolled off the end of the production line.

Baltic dry index anyone?

There is a similar thing going on in my town, while some office and retail spaces have effectively been empty for years, there are sites where new office and retail spaces are being built, when you are a property developer, or laser tube maker, when all you have is a hammer…

The differences between the small chinese laser tube factories making crap tubes and property developers and baltic shipping capacity is the small chinese factory will undercut the neighbouring factory, whereas the property developer would rather see empty units rather than have the rest of the portfolio “marked to market” as that is game over for them.

This is of course the essential difference between a small scale collapse and a large scale collapse, the large scale collapse happens because the small scale ones were not allowed to.

So, getting back to why being able to build my death ray gun for 500 bucks instead of 5,000 is not necessarily a good thing, it is a lot better thing than the alternative, which is not being able to build my death ray gun for 5,000 because first I have to build a factory for 500,000 bucks to make the tubes than no one else makes any more.

Of course, in the Chinese death ray gun thing, part of the reason it is now feasible to make such a thing for 500 bucks is not just the parts costs have plummeted, so has shipping, vis the Baltic dry.

So there are at least two separate “bad things” combining to make my temporary opportunity to make a death ray gun for 500 bucks possible.

Can you smell the coffee brewing yet?

If you want to live in a world where you can make long term plans or goals, owning a house, raising a child, starting a business you hope to grow, then these Wil E times, while representing “opportunity” for some, represent “opportunity cost” for many.

“Opportunity cost” is the concept that nothing in life is free, so simply having an opportunity comes with a cost, whether you take that opportunity or not.

One of the costs of these opportunities is that long term plans and goals are a bit wishful thinking at best, because long term plans require stability, and such Wil E opportunities are themselves indicators of instability.

As an amateur student of English industrial history, I see it replete with these times, when water wheel power shifted to steam power, when aircraft / wartime production shifted to general engineering and agricultural, in effect offering a surplus of low quality cheap laser tubes.

Lister being born may have been great news if you were living in the Gloucestershire valleys and wanted work, or lived in a farm in the outback of Australia and wanted a generator, but it sucked donkey cock if you were living in Cornwall running a small engineering works that up until then was good enough for the local demand.

It also sucked if you were in Cornwall and the local boys went out of business, and you had to order a Lister from far away Gloucestershire…. big bucks for a Lister… so lots of Cornish-men became “cousin jacks” and emigrated to find work, but at least there was work, and at least Lister was quality.

What do we have today?

Fuck all, engineering and manufacturing wise. What there is is some small businesses, and by small I mean anything from sole traders to small, less than 12 staff, and they are struggling, I know because they are both my customers and my suppliers, and the economic environment is being poisoned by those who are too big to allow mark to market, too big to fail, too big to admit mistakes and change direction, and now instead of Army Surplus “they” will plough that shit right into the ground rather than allowing anyone to make a 500 buck death ray.

95% of modern western economic “management” is based solely on such tricks, the gaming equivalent of the “infinite ammo” cheat, and as any gamer knows, that alone doesn’t just level the playing field, it makes what were impossible odds no more challenging that good fun and shits and grins all round.

 

January 30, 2015

When world’s collide

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

Seems the lay-offs are very much in vogue prior to April 6th (tax year end here) with world + dog “rightsizing” and “resource allocating” soon to be ex-staff members out the door.

Meanwhile the hilarity and insanity continues wherever you look, our feminazi law makers are now postulating that men should be able to prove consent before sex, or it is rape, a far, far, far cry from the old definition, which was that one party had to genuinely believe the other party consented.

Hey I got raped by Virgin Media, I genuinely believed that when I paid them the money they asked for they would give me 150 mbit to teh intertubez…. I guess I shoulda gotten written consent from the mofos first eh.

So, as I ended the last piece I talked about how this piece would be about how people who treat an analogue world as binary are responsible for leading us into economic collapse and wars.

So I guess I should do dat ting, but, fuck it man, open your eyes and look around you, says it all more eloquently than anything I can write, and if you do that and can’t see, then nothing I can say will make you see.

Men Going Their Own Way has days to run before the initial year’s hosting and domain I paid up front is expired, I put it up for grabs weeks ago and nobody wants it, and that’s fine, I don’t expect anyone wants the plate of lasagne sitting in my fridge either, so it had its day and it can die a death, no biggie, but I see signs of life, or, to be more specific, signs of pond life, over at the spearhead as Bill attempts to resurrect something or other, good luck with that shit, fool me once, more foll me a second time, err, or something.

So out and about today I swing by a friend’s house, and he bemoans to me the sudden dearth of Class IV laser diodes available for sale, fleabay ain’t listing them, amazon ain’t listing them, nobody is, terr-rist weapons see, or not see, if they get shined into the eyes of black helicopter pilots, between that and drones being flown into airport traffic lanes, who needs the Greeks to stick two fingers up at the bankers to trigger papiren bitte at the point of a gun, I mean, fuck it, we are now eulogising Churchill, who was a sad sack, and talk trash about Russian bears encroaching our airspace, daring to fly within twelve miles of us, you know, in international airspace, like they are fucking allowed to do, unlike the fucking Belgrano, but that was an argie boat and not a fucking Russian plane, and Putin is a warmonger innit, and still no word on the cockpit tapes or black boxes from MH17, and have you seeeen the camel-toe on the youngest kardashian bitch, and anyway Gazprom has chlamydia…

Meanwhile I go to a couple of my local business friends, and they are doing it right, downsizing their premises back to what they used to be, sticking with a core of good staff, plenty of stock in stock, and cash off the books trading is king, sure it’s all a lot more cramped and cluttered and a lot less bling bling but … it’s fucking sustainable, and more to the point, when I walk in as a customer, I get as good or better a deal than I got before, win win, fuck the bling.

On the cunt front I got more than I can use, more than I want to use, which is a shame, as on the one hand I feel I should be making the effort to fuck them all, but on the other hand, I’m sad to say I feel that I should be focusing on one or two, as that is “enough” and it feels like it is going to get risky out there, bunny boiler wise,,,, as if the days of gratuitous free fucks from skanks are numbered….

WE are being primed by the media to hate everything from scroungers on social security through bloody foreigners to bloody foreigners living here to rah rah rah those good old days during the war when life was so much simpler…. and there can be only one purpose for this deliberate and sustained effort, but as I ended the last post and started this one, there are many unintended consequences when you treat the analogue world in such a binary fashion.

WE enter a blinding fog whenever what I want does not match up to what you think I should want, and this happens on every level from the interpersonal to the international, and of course none of it is aided by those who stand between thee and me and claim to tell us all what the other party really wants.

I don’t even know for a fact, scientifically speaking, that ISIS even exists, much less the MILF fighters (lol) as I have never met one, much less heard from their own lips what they actually want, stand for, believe in, etc.

Who is Keyser Soze

January 19, 2015

Sexploitation

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 9:04 pm

I try to avoid personal anecdotes that are too personal, or involve others identifiably close to me, or which cross the line between an anecdote and a kiss and tell all.

I also try to avoid too much carping, or too much pride before a fall, and I am always aware of the danger of coming across as a one hymn choir preaching to the converted, there are always degrees of everything, nothing is quite black and white.

So it is with wimminz.

My current squeeze is looking to be a longer term thing, oh noes I hear you all cry, look what happened to Bill over and what used to the The Spearhead, all those subs and donations went for nothing…

Well, on paper this bitch is a bad bet, leaving her current husband and marriage to be with me, met on a swinging / fucking site, and all that jazz.

In reality I can’t claim that she is drop dead gorgeous model material stunner either, or that she has an amazing mind, or incredibly talented as a such and such.

But what she does have going for her hearkens back to a previous bitch, but even more so, she worships the ground I walk on and will do anything for me, in short, she makes it real easy to have her around, and exists mainly as an asset to her man.

Oh yes, I hear you cry, if that is so, you stupid cuntstruck fool, why wasn’t she such an asset to her previous man, you know, the one she kicked to the kerb to be with you… smartass.

Fact is, this is a bloody good question, and observation, and it deserves a bloody good answer… my problem is, there is one, but it doesn’t go into words very well, but, put it this way, he knows who I am, I’m the one who picks his wife up from their home on a friday and drops her back on a sunday when I have had my way with her…. yup, he is one of them niggerz.

She is the closest thing you can get to the “traditional” woman nowadays, despite the ironic hilarity of the swinging and cuckolding, in that she is a genuine sub who wants nothing more than to be owned, something the niggerz was incapable of.

So in a sense this is a post aimed at those who think MGTOW = celibate monk, it doesn’t have to be, there is a compromise, provided you can find a real sub and of course provided you yourself are a natural dom.

Which is the *real* point of this post.

The subs of the world are the fracked shale oil

Best way to fuck up this fracked shale resource is to act like Captain Save a Ho and try and turn it into artesian light sweet crude, for all their flaws and shortcomings, the modern sub is a beautiful thing when compared to other wimminz and skank ho’s, absolute worst fucking thing you can do is try to fix any of that shit and upgrade the bitch.

It’s like letting a dog sit at your table and eat of your plate, and sleep in your bed, you’re going to completely ruin the fucking dog, mainly because he will no longer know he is a dog and you are his master.

And now we are straying from the anecdotal to the personal, because there is this guy, and I have told and told and told him all this, and he keeps fucking up, gotta treat a skank ho like a skank ho, none of this My Fair Lady shit.

He himself has every excuse under the sun, but the one bit of advice I give him that he ignores, and I mean studiously ignores, and that one bit of advice is this, that you can only carry of the dom / sub thing to some sub slut if she is a genuine sub, and if you are a genuine dom.

And its the “look inside yourself and see if you are a genuine dom” bit in particular that counts, in the same sense that I might say look inside yourself and see if you are a genuine heterosexual… you can’t fake being something you are not, not for long, and not well.

I use these two things (Dom / Queer) deliberately, because there is nothing so unhappy and miserable as someone who is lamenting his homo / hetero sexual orientation, except perhaps someone lamenting his dominant / submissive sexual orientation, because none of these things is under their control, or the subject of a conscious choice.

You see, this guy is in denial about his sexuality in the dom / sub sense, and so blames his failure to find something similar to that which I periodically find, such as the current slut, on the types of skanks he is meeting… which is all very well, but when you apply a bit of substitution analysis, and ask if instead the guy was in denial about his sexuality in the hetero / homo sense, and blames his failure to find a suitable partner on the types of skanks he is meeting……

Just as this guy is no less of a man or person than me because he is more sub than dom himself, he would be no less of a man or person than me because he was more queer than straight, and yet both these groups face ridicule and oppression because of their perceived minority and supposedly deviant states.

Had to leave this and come back to it a day later, which is now, just re-read it quickly, and it does sorta give the impression that I am falling head over heels etc… nothing could be further from the truth, it’s just that I personally don’t really know how to tell a story without rambling a bit and including bits and pieces from all over.

I am at the same time severely handicapped by not being able to say a lot of things, and it is those things that would give proof to my statement above that I’m not losing it in pursuit of some cunt.

If anything, the opposite is the truth, the cunt is losing it in pursuit of me, and because it’s quite agreeable and making a major effort, I go with the flow for as long as that situation maintains.

And this, I guess, really is the crux of the matter.

The situation I am describing with the current squeeze is DYNAMIC, think of an analogue amplifier with two inputs and an output, whereas the situation I am describing with the guy above who keeps fucking up, is he treats it all as a more digital thing, on or off, and if it’s on, it’s on all the way, Spinal Tap, everything cranked up to 11 man….

Despite what all the feminazis and wimminz and niggerz will claim, sexploitation is really, really, really hard to achieve in a dynamic relationshit, but practically inevitable and guaranteed in a steady state digital relationshit.

As I write this, Paul Gadd, real name of Gary Glitter, is in court yet again, some skank is accusing him of getting into bed with her and trying to have sex with her when she was a child, FORTY FUCKING YEARS AGO.

There isn’t any evidence of course, by definition, it’s too fucking long ago, but the poor bastard has already been convicted twice of having illicit porn on a laptop here in the UK, and soliciting young boys for sex in the far east (him and 100,000 other western tourists) and the sad truth is that alone is likely to see him convicted.

Meanwhile watching television at a friend’s house, one of the pundits was talking on the BBC about house prices and mortgages, and came out with the line “since 1985, when records began

 

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!

 

So Gary Glitter is accused or porking some young bint a whole fucking decade before records began for house prices and mortgages… pull the other one, it’s got fucking bells on.

Selective amnesia because of course that is when runaway house price inflation started, when liar loans and the max 3.5 annual income multiplier was abandoned.

Just like the selective amnesia of the alleged Glitter cock, who forgot all about it for forty fucking years, until his other convictions made her lies more likely to land her a cash bung from the guvvmint for being a victim…. and the selective amnesia of the jury, who will forget all the principles of English justice, no conviction without a FAIR trial, and that means EVIDENCE, not allegation.

Seeing the parallels to the digital vs analogue>?

That’s the problem with the dom/sub, hetero/homo thing, it treats it as binary finery, and the reality is that it is all very dynamic and analogue, even if it spends its while life wavering around a small area that would firmly be either a 1 or a 0 in digital.

This shit is how economies collapse and wars start, and more on that in a follow up piece shortly.

 

In the meantime, enjoy..

 

January 8, 2015

Camping snipers

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:15 pm

I want to start this one off with an image.Image1

It’s a WinDirStat screenshot of the Z drive on my main PC, which is itself just a mapped folder linking to my primary NAS box.

Number one, this is why the cloud is shit, I got all this stuff at the end of gigabit Ethernet on my LAN, and being on my LAN in the 192.168.x.x address range, it isn’t accessible to anyone not physically on my LAN, sure, there are ways of making it remotely available, but in a world where phones carry 64 gigs of storage, I just don’t see the benefits.

Number two, this is why it is weak, all it takes is a thief with a uniform and a warrant, and I no longer have access to any of that shit, which is why email / sms / kik / whatsapp backup to the cloud is still the order of the day… >;*)

Human beings are funny creatures, show most of them something like this, or a 2TB disk that is 80% full, and they have the urge to purge and delete files… they don’t know why, the 400 gigabytes that are still free on that disk are enough for anyone, they just seem to prefer it empty, like it weighed more, or ran slower, or used more juice, at 80% full as opposed to 50% full.

Then three months later they are looking for that file that they know they had, but can no longer find.

My policy is only delete shit you know for a fact you actively do not want anywhere on your system.

Meanwhile back in the real world everyone and their dog is starting to worry about money, big companies left right and centre and haemorrhaging staff and premises and ventures, and everyone is seeing it, it’s no longer possible to sweep it under the carpet or blame it on statistical outliers when for example the 5 biggest retailers in the country are in the shit and issuing profit warnings and laying off staff and closing stores.

When Tesco is closing 43 stores amid falling profits, you know it’s bad, with their purchasing power and economies of scale and accounting practices, if they can’t make money, no small business can.

Soft shoe shit about it being “only” the “smaller” “local” “convenience” stores that are closing is so much shit, and everyone knows it, the scalpels are out.

Meanwhile spam / cold calling / marketing has been ratcheted up, and a definite hint of desperation on the part of all those doing it, quotas to meet or your job is on the line if salaried, or fuck all in your pay packet if commission based.

Down at the street / gutter level, things are getting gnarly, and I don’t just mean in the financial sense, the wimminz on the dating / fucking scene are getting their game on, and betrayal of husbands is going to a new level, in your face motherfucker, and no you can’t divorce me cos I’ll take HALF OR MORE and keep the house and kids, and oh yeah, suck it up bitch, I may let you fuck me once a fortnight if you’re a good little boy.

Wimminz willingness to deliberately ignore being pump and dump material for some guy because basically life otherwise wasn’t too bad and they got some good sex is fading fast, it’s all about money and security and mortgages, you gotta have a j-o-b if you wanna be with me, ain’t nothing going on but the rent…. yeah, we heard that one before bitch, those of us with longer memories.

Meanwhile back in the other real world, my small coherent light business, one of my now regular customers, cash only, fuck the tax man, is out hunting, so he talks to me about a probable contract he has, and my part in it, we umm and ahh, I say prolly between 15 and 20 a pop depending on variables, he asks me can I do it for 15, as his budgeting for the whole job works a lot better if he only pays me 15 a pop, and 15 is more than 0, and the fact is I already purchased the machine outright so I got no ongoing extra costs, so ten seconds later we have a deal, it’s a man’s world and it’s fucking righteous and the true way to do business.

15 x 15 = 225 drinks vouchers I didn’t have before, for what might be two or three hours “work”, for values of work that include typing some shit and drinking coffee and loading fifteen pieces in the laser and hitting go.

it’s not even a small step on the road to world domination, but it is enough money to live for a week, and it’s another 225 off my outlay on the machine, and I’m already close to 10% of what I paid for it with these odd jobs and shit, and then you have the proverbial “means of production” free and clear in your own hands, unlike my day job, where the stroke of the accountants pen can change me from being employed on a salary to sweet fuck all.

It kinda reminds me of that feeling you get (or at least I do, because I have done this shit a lot) when you are sat in some guy’s kitchen drinking coffee, you’re collecting his wife to take away and fuck senseless for the weekend, and he knows it, and he is all sort of polite to you because he knows if he ain’t she will be pissed at him, and he has to live with the bitch, I don’t….

Don’t get me wrong, I never did the whole rubbing his nose in it thing, never saw the point, way too childish, and my ego ain’t that fragile I need to tread on a cuckold niggerz to get ma kicks, so he knows she is gonna do that shit anyway, thank fuck she is doing with me and not some hoser….

But that is the same as not being the sheep when two wolves and a sheep democratically decide what to have for lunch, owning your own means of production is like, a lot fucking closer to pwning some other niggerz wife, whereas not owning your own means of production is a lot fucking closer to being that cuckold niggerz, it’s your shit, and you get all the bills, but you don’t call the shots.

it’s a dog eat dog world…. rawr… lol

December 26, 2014

The books are still in the library.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:10 pm

It’s just that nobody takes them out to read any more.

Technically I’m on call today, practically that means I’m sat on the sofa with the fire on, still not dressed, drinking coffee, chatting to skanks on PoF and so on, it’s a wonderful life stanley.

Outside the traffic is swishing by in the rain, inside I’ve run through all the usual pap and shite, apparently Jimmy Choos men’s loafers are on sale, reduced from 450 to 250, call me when they are 30, which is what I usually pay for a pair of trainers, which last me for a year.

I’ve played Far Cry 4 to death now, it was ok and whiled away a few hours, but once you got your campaigns done, that’s kind of it, that’s the problem with these online worlds, once you use up the designers imagination, it’s all stale and repetitive and limiting.

One has hopes that FTA-V for PC won’t be as bad, FC4 and Skyrim share worlds that are sparsely populated offline by AI NPC’s. So there is little fun to be had by camping out and sniping..

Being specific here, pick a place that should have a lot of regular traffic, like one of the bridges, and shoot out the tyres of every vehicle that tries to cross, creating a roadblock, you’d think that the fun would pile up, as would the burnt out vehicles, but the reality is you’ll be lucky to get six vehicles, much less more than six.

I find direct correlations between off-line gaming and the so called real world, if I don’t want to “save” 200 on a pair of Choos loafers, there’s fuck all out there to buy…

In Kyrat you get to be golden path, or the royal army, or a bunch of whiners who run around screaming save me and not this shit again before being killed, the designers don’t create programming to allow any other kind of interaction with the virtual world, which makes it exactly like the real world.

On-line gaming is frankly no better, it’s worse, it comprises the worst elements of both worlds, at least off-line I can run the Cheat Engine and make things more the way I want them, like Jimmy Choos loafers reduced from 4 to 2, but I can only wear them indoors at home where nobody sees me, which isn’t a problem, if it’s all about comfort.

And if it is about anything that isn’t comfort, then what the fuck are you doing?

Do headshots only count if my score goes on a public leaderboard?

So Clint asks the father permission to make a film oabout his dead son, the sniper, and daddy and his mustache say yay, but only if you honour his memory.

Pulling the trigger 150 times to reach out and kill at a distance in foreign lands is now apparently something worthy of honour, I musta done that way more than 150 times in Kyrat, and didn’t actually take any real lives, so I must be positively brimming over with honour, and any minute now ol Clint is gonna come a knocking at my door to make a film about me.

Meanwhile back in the “real” world the monthly missive from our HR department is doing the rounds, praising all the little drones who have had positive feedback from clients.

Cunts are too stupid to see that this shit doesn’t build team spirit, it destroys it.

So every single job I have done for this fucking company is not worthy of a single mention, nor am I…. OK, fuck this shit…. so Mr Kiss-ass gets all the praise all the fucking time, fine, fuck him and fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on, I’ll now make it a point of honour to NOT get fucking mentioned in any of your fucking monthly missives, I’ll pull my fucking weight, and not a fucking ounce more.

I can to this day distinctly remember a smarmy little shit about six years old deliberately and with slime and smarm aforethought turn to his stupid skank bitch mother, put on an ass kissing face, and say “I love you mummy”, well over 30 years have passed since then, and the smarmy little shit is now a smarmy big shit hitting 40

Punk makes my skin crawl, in exactly the same way as the usual suspects named every month in the HR glee club missive, and back in the real world the one who gets the most praise is known to us older guys as a workshy slapdash chancer, but he gets all the written praise which makes him unsackable for anything short of being caught red handed stealing.

I have had to go to jobs that he has fucked up, incredibly basic shit like not re-connecting patch leads after failover testing, because he spends all his time and energy making sure everyone around him, and everyone back at HQ, knows what a shit hot gung ho hero he is… instead of concentrating on the fucking job in question.

GTA-V for PC at least provides for the possibility of idly doing nothing but camping up somewhere high and sniping (in stealth mode) and watching the carnage while idly sipping coffee.

The praised by HR bloke is a lot like the praised by daddy and his mustache dead sniper bloke.

They are both just doing a fucking job, it’s not a difficult job, or a tough one, and the fact that they have more individual recorded gold stars from teecher than anyone else doesn’t mean shit, plenty out there done better, done it quietly, done it with no fuss, just a fucking job man.

But we live in a world where people wanna be a fucking hero, gets me some fucking adulation, for doing a fucking job, and invariably they are the cunts that don’t do it very well.

I wanna be a fucking hero for wearing a badge, or for being some oppressed nigger kid, or for some other mundane shit that I am making a fuck up of, you will respect mah self esteem motherfucker, or I will pop a cap in your ass, while I empty the mag in your general direction.

December 20, 2014

Interlude with a vampire

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:59 am

A mixed lot, to finish the year off.

There is the skank who claims. quite plausibly, to have a single digit cock count, including the guy who allegedly raped her, thing is, despite the alleged single digit cock count, her husband does not know about three of them, he knows about me, and tries to get her to limit seeing me to once a month, cos, their solution to a tired marriage was to start swinging, except that isn’t working out so well for him, and he’s pissed it worked out for her, she found me, or vice versa, or whatever.

He also doesn’t know how into me she really is… she “loves” me, because I know, and tell her to her face, the only reason she claims to “love” him too is because that keeps her marriage working, it’s a strange definition of love, but an all to accurate one for a wimminz.

I relate all this because the sad fact is, despite all her failings, even just the ones he does know about, he’d prefer to stay with her, and the thing is, he shouldn’t be jealous of her being with me if that is the case, he should be grateful, because I am the one fucker around here who sees right through her, calls her on all her shit, and doesn’t want her as anything other than a regular ish sex slave to empty my balls into.

And I relate all this because we are about two weeks away from the traditional “we’re getting a fucking divorce” peak of the year, so I suspect both he and I are going to have one less cunt to empty our balls into in the new year… lol

Meanwhile, back at the skank ranch, another bint who litters her PoF profile with all the usual shit about no players and no pump and dump and no sex on first dates has progressed through sending me pics of her cunt spread wide open to offering me the aforementioned fuck on the first date, we’re all George clooney nowadays donchaknow.

Meanwhile in other festive hilarity, there was a group of us at the local, and one of the guys is having issues with his daughter going off the rails, spoilt by mommy of course, so he is asking for advice, and ends up looking at me as he asks… one of the other guys spurts out “Jesus, don’t fucking ask him mate, he’ll tell you do get rid of both of them and fuck some young bird“.. awkward chuckles all around the table, but matey has that look in the eyes you can see in motorcycle dealerships, with the guy calculating that if he gives up his girlfriend and his dog and his band and his surfing, and throws all that at overtime, he can just about squeeze out the payments for this here object of two wheeled desire right there in front of him….. and he is tempted… knowing that he probably won’t pull the trigger, knowing that he probably will regret not pulling that trigger, quite a lot, in subsequent times….lol

So I drop some product from the laser off at what is turning out to be a regular customer today, and he asks if seasons greetings are in order and if I have anything planned for Christmas, I tell him I’m more of a bah humbug man, I’ll be quite happy sat at home alone fucking with my laser and playing video games and chilling to some sounds… he just grins at me and says he has a bottle of 30 year old cognac and an open fire, bachelor basking in the rays.

There are a fucking lot of us out there.

I was still grinning from that and walking through town with a long time mate / much older cousin / fellow black sheep when I bumped into another wimminz I know slightly, she is also a contender to be a cum bucket, and she asks what I been up to today, I know she is asking if I have been fucking other wimminz really, but I play dumb and tell her I been to drop some shit off for a customer and before that I been to the graveyard, took the old lady.

So she looks at me all sad and asks me if I have lost my dad, I tell her no, we know exactly where the bugger is, pushing up daisies in Kyrat Cemetery… blows her fucking mind, my cuz bursts out laughing, yeah he says, I see your old man is still alive in you.

The old cobblers down the road has cleaned out one window of the shop, and has a full traditional nativity scene, with everything, the fucking church across the road, and I shit you not, has a fucking poster of Bart Simpson in a santa hat and some shit about midnight mass being at 9pm, and other ethnicities and beliefs are all welcome, and absolutely no symbology ANYWHERE that has anything to do with the nativity.

I don’t have a religious bone in my body, but I do wish the cobbler a happy and prosperous new year, the church can go fuck itself, or a choirboy, for all I care.

I guess my aura has spread far enough now, so far, touch wood, no fucker this year has asked me how my Christmas shopping is going, (none) if I am having a tree (no) if I am going anywhere or have any holidays booked (no and none) or if I have anyone “special” to see the fucking new year in with (yeah, my cock) and I must say it is a welcome development, as much as I enjoy shocking the stupid consumerist proles, there is more enjoyment to being spared the stupid fucking questions in the first fucking place.

I have made, not bought, made, three fucking presents, one for someone close to give as a gift, two for me to give as gifts, to the only two people on the planet I actually give a fuck about (apart from myself…lol) because quite honestly they are the only two cunts left who have not at some point in the past judged a previous present on it’s dollar value or “shiny”, at which point they get dropped for fucking life from the list.

So I’m heading back from town to my stinkhole to chill and mebbe play for Far Cry 4, and some panhandling mother fucker in a santa hat comes up and asks me for a donation, to help all the young homeless in this country, I guess it makes a change from starving wogs or cancer patients or spanish donkeys, I just shook my head and said no….

… at which point the cunt asks me, don’t I care about the poor homeless youth in our own country, who no fault of… I interrupted… No, I don’t, fuckem.

… at which point the cunt tries to tell me about hardship, bad fucking move, you think I never been fucked and penniless and homeless with an empty belly you cunt, and I don’t mean for a fucking day or two, or until the dole office opened or I could get a cheque cashed, been there, done that, got the fucking tee shirt, did it once here in the UK where it was easy, and once is foreign lands where it was hard, no social security, no safety net, no nothing but a hard fall all the way to death, cunts face is shocked, so I go on, matter of fucking fact, it happened to me three times, last time was in the UK, last time was just a few fucking years ago, and lemme tell ya, you think it’s tough not having a boot to piss in when you’re a teenager, try it when you’re fucking fifty and wake up one morning to find that not only has EVERYTHING been taken away from you, like, you HAD all that shit in the first fucking place man, comfy three bedroom home fully furnished and everything, then BANG it’s gone, not only that, the fucking state is trying to rail-road you for crimes you didn’t commit, and tells you that if you go anywhere near your sons, that will be a crime you do commit, and you go straight to prison, and you’re fucking FIFTY, and you gotta start all over again, from fucking scratch.

Bah fucking humbug

December 17, 2014

Blind curves ahead, and the ship of fools.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 10:15 pm

I have said before, 90% of an event takes place in the last 1% of the duration of the event.

I have said before, to assume that those “in power / control” actually know what they are doing is to build supposition on supposition.

Recent events on the world’s economic and political stage with regard to the markets and the Rouble and Russia may have awakened you to this.

Anecdotally I have a friend who imports high end high quality tech hardware from China, in the past two months everything, across the board, has gone up in price by 60-75%, he is a native Chinese speaker, his suppliers tell him yeah, partly its to do with rising costs in China (it’s not the exchange rate or shipping or taxes, they haven’t altered much) but the fact is Europe isn’t so hot a market any more, nor is the good ole US of A, more and more of their output is being sold locally, and now they are starting to sell in Russia too.

Nevertheless, there are those who believe that everything that is happening, is happening strictly according to some script or plan, and secret hands are firmly on the tiller.

In my own humble opinion, nothing could be further from the truth… sure, there are powerful players with their own private agendas, but there are other powerful players with opposing agendas, and others with still different agendas, then there is everyone else, all with their own agendas, in short, a chaotic system, with many hands fighting for control of the tiller, and nobody in control of the elements, and nobody at all in charge of ship maintenance… a ship of fools, as Plato said…

The paraphrase the comment about democracy being the worst way to run a society, with it’s only saving grace being that it was better than all of the alternatives, the chaos of the ship of fools is at least preferable to some numbnuts getting their hands on the tiller temporarily, they *will* ignite WW3, whereas the chaos merely might.

December 11, 2014

Shit I maybe should be doing — but aren’t

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:24 pm

There’s quite a lot of it, I’m sat here indoors by the fire listening to the traffic swish through the rain outside, I’m on my second cup of coffee, having used the first one to browse PoF and the usual fucking sites, fuck all fresh meat there.

Last night I went out to meet a skank, from the photos it was a 2 at best, but hey ho, the chat seemed on song, but I made it clear to her, she is buying the first round, and this was her one and only chance to play her cards right.

So this creature turns up, it only looks vaguely like the photos, but I am a brave mofo with no morals and no standards left, so I let the skank buy the drinks, and we chat for a minute or two, and I hit her with it, lets go and fuck, Y/N.

We walk outside and she says she is up for some fun and messing around, but she doesn’t fuck on first dates, I tell her, babe, if you don’t fuck on first dates there is no first date, the hambeast is visibly upset at this, clearly she has some idea that I’m prepared to wait, that there is some inherent quality in her that is masked by all the blubber that I am going to find alluring, if not irresistible, so she offers again to have some fun and messing around, there is the hint there that maybe she will fuck on first dates for me, but then again, maybe she won’t… penny hasn’t dropped that she has already blown it, she already spilled the beans, she already told me what her attitude is.

That’s the thing see, if you listen, people WILL fucking tell you all about themselves, they WILL tell you about their attitudes to life, and at that point, if yours are different, there is no point talking any more. Game over man.

This is why I have no time for anyone who works in politics, or law, or law enforcement, or social services, or sales, or hairdressing, or nail technicion (sic) or any of that other shit, there is just no point, the only interactions I can have with people with different attitudes is if they are working in a shop selling milk or bog paper and we execute a trivial financial transaction.

Part of listening, part of letting people tell you about themselves, is listening to and understanding language.

One of the PoF criteria is are you a smoker, and will you date one, and the choices of being a smoker are YES, NO and OCCASIONAL.

So, can I be an OCCASIONAL paedophile, an OCCASIONAL murderer, an OCCASIONAL  liar, an OCCASIONAL enhanced interrogation operative?

No, not really, you either do shit, or don’t do shit, and the only possible nuances are might do shit in the future and used to do shit in the past.

I used to do grass / speed / acid, haven’t done it for fucking years, many many years, so that is a nuance on don’t do shit.

Apply this to PoF and you go from 30,000 eligible wimminz in your area, and start deleting all the ones with mentions of frogs, or making them smile, or live laugh love, or tossers in tinfoil, and so on, and don’t forget the non-verbal communications that nonetheless are just cues to actual verbal communications and attitudes, different colour hair in every pic, skanky tats on the tits, faces that look like they’d crack if they smiled naturally, and so on and so forth, and suddenly you are down from 30,000 eligible wimminz in your area to 30.

And just as my sarky definitions of OCCASIONAL above are varied, but all deal with the same thing, there are variations between a wimminz professed desires and self identity, and a politicians, or a cops, or a lawyers, or a sales droid, but at heart they are all exactly the same thing, as Vonnegut said, they are religious self delusions, and god help you if you threaten or question any of them.

Language, as a medium of communication, has ceased to exist, it serves now only to obfuscate and obscure and mislead, dictionaries are worthless and the meanings of every single word are so fluid and vague as to be meaningless.

My words to the skank last night prior to our meeting, and during it, were quite clear and concise and left no room whatsoever for ambiguity.

At least they did in a vanishing world where language as a medium of communication still existed as a viable and normal medium of informational exchange.

To the skank, who had long since abandoned that world, they were just gurgling sounds like you make to a baby, totally devoid of meaning, but you have a sexy voice she says, and to be fair, her words were also totally devoid of meaning.

I want to be quite clear on this, I’d lay good money I could have gone along with her fun and messing around, and ended up fucking her, I’d lay good money it was more than a possibility, well into the realms of distinct probability, albeit not a certainty.

Thing is, that would have taken EFFORT on my part, which is kinda where were came in with the title of this, in that the things I kinda maybe oughta should be doing instead of typing this, well, they require EFFORT, and the REWARD does not entice me to make the EFFORT.

I have said this before on this blog, people talk about love and hate and war and destructions and all sorts of things, they are all ACTIONS, but by far the most powerful and long lasting thing is APATHY.

Apathy doesn’t look like much, nor does rain and running water, but it makes mountains crumble and carves the land and turns all iron into rust and so on and so forth.

Over time, its a powerful motherfucker, immensely powerful, and it is what creeps in, puts its feet up, and makes itself at home in your soul when efforts are not met by just rewards.

For 99.999% of the female population, I am bored shitless by any prospect of any interaction with you that is more complex than me emptying my balls in you.

For the males, by the way, you don’t even offer me THAT fucking utility, so lets not have any shit about AfOR being a misogynist, wimminz have it better than niggerz.

For that 99.999% of the female population, your feewings on the matter are an irrelevance, just. not. fucking. interested.

YOU CHOOSE TO BE THE WAY YOU ARE.

Me feeling of total apathy at the prospect of playing your game by your rules doesn’t make me (insert insults here)

I’m not even trying to save the world, or the wimminz, or the niggerz, by the same token, I’m not trying to bring it down, see I could have gone back with that skank last night, she WANTED me to, but the only roles available in that play weren’t roles that appealed to me, and some of the possible outcomes were even less appealing, ooh, you coerced me into sex… bitch, you aren’t worth any amount of coercion, I need bribing to empty my balls into you… geddit?? No, apparently not.

What I am is flatly refusing to do, for the word, the wimminz, the niggerz, is ***any*** maintenance on it, the only shit I am looking out for is my own shit, in feminazi speak, deal with it.

I made it abundantly clear to last night’s skank, the instant I was the only one putting effort into it, game over, and no bitch, turning up in your hambeast body does not fucking constitute sufficient effort. Demonstrating both a willingness and an enthusiasm to fuck does.

Who knows, it is entirely possible that by opening that particular door, you could continue to demonstrate same, and hold my interest for some considerable time.

A few weeks ago I fucked a similar hambeast (all you bro’s out there owe me lots of beers for saving y’all from the task..lol) and she got it more right than last nights, she was willing to get down and dirty from the get go, maybe 15 minutes after meeting her we were in bed with her tits tied up and her tongue deep in my ass before I emptied my balls into her skanky hole.

She fucked up because she wanted a lot *more* kinky shit, effort and reward again, she expected me to go to a lot of extra effort to give her *all* the kinky shit she desired, but there were no *extra* rewards for me, sure, maybe she is more suited to a guy who is a proper sadist, or a guy who actually hates wimminz, but that ain’t my problem, every transaction is different, and every transaction has to equate effort to reward.

That, at the heart of it, is why I am single today, I haven’t found a wimminz whose attitudes to effort and reward match my own, that would make her a woman, after all.

That, at the heart if it, is why I am still in the day job I am in, and not in any other job, the pay reward sucks, but the effort required to get it is equally minimal, hell, I did 50 hours actual work in October just gone by, but still got paid 9-5 Monday to Friday.

That, at the heart of it, is why I am still basically a happy and relaxed and nice person with a reasonable amount of charm and charisma, unlike all the ugly wimminz and niggerz, who all expend far more effort on their collective delusions than they get back in rewards for doing so…

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