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November 21, 2012

Judge a man (and a wimminz) by his actions, not his words.

Ironically 24 hours after saying “I have nothing else to say” and thus taking any pressure to say anything off, something happened that caused me to have something to say…

That something is a sense of deja vu, but not quite.

Some 20 odd years ago three separate wimminz came up to me and said “I am pregnant, and it is yours” over a period of 48 hours, so I arranged separately for all three to meet me at a bar at 7 pm sharp, which they did, whereupon I introduced them all to each other, told them all that each said they were pregnant with my child, and that they now need to work out amongst themselves which one I was going to marry.

So here I am, 20 odd years later, and three separate wimminz have come up to me in the past week and basically pledged their love and desire to have a permanent relationshit with me.

Being 20 years older and wiser I’m not about to tell them all to meet me in a bar at 7pm and sort it out…. remember I am a guy in my early fifties, been through the wringer of FRA and kids and assets abducted by psycho skank ho ex and the secret family courts, po-lice, lawyers etc all sticking their nose in the trough.

  1. Wimminz #1 is 40, not the prettiest thing on the planet, works in the health sector, kids flown the nest, been banging her on and off for a year or so, she will do anything I want, but it has to be said she don’t light my fire sexually any more, been there, done that, tick it off, but she is keen and obedient and all that. She has ridden the cock carousel of course.
  2. Wimminz #2 is just over 30, nothing to look at, badly overweight, works in a social services type of job, drinks too much, kids at home, and frankly doesn’t get it. Worth dumping my cum into but that’s about it. She has ridden the cock carousel of course.
  3. Wimminz #3 is just over 30, actually quite fucking hot, overweight but fairly recently and you can still see the solid 9 inside dying to get out, works in sales, no kids. Has ridden the cock carousel but not nearly as much as #1 and #2.

So, there we have it.

What is interesting is this;

  • From the perspective of my cock throbbing, #3 gets the vote.
  • From the perspective of letting me get away with shit, #2 gets the vote.
  • From the perspective of actually doing shit for me, #1 gets the vote.

To be strictly fair, from the perspective for example of doing shit for me #1 has had more time to do more, but has also had more time to fuck up, and hasn’t yet.

To be strictly fair, from the perspective of me just being me, spending a life with #2 would be desperately tedious, her work is everything that is wrong with the country, spending a life with #1 would be ok-ish, her work is valid and good, but nothing I can do or relate to, spending a life with #3 would be fun, her work is neutral but her attitudes and approaches and ethics are something I can relate to.

I’ll give you another one, #1 hates the word cunt, #2 doesn’t use it but doesn’t cringe when I do, #3 loves it and uses it as much as I do.

I’ll give you another one, #1 and #2 are the product of broken homes and crap early relationships that resulted in bastard offspring, #3 has a mummy and a daddy and they are still married to each other.

I’ll give you another one, #3 has by far and away the most expressive face, every thought and emotion that crosses her brain is already written all over her face. #1 and #2 keep stuff hidden and wear masks.

I’ll give you another one, none of these things up above is unrelated.

Has AfOR fallen out of the MGTOW / AWALT tree and landed on his small head?

No, he has not, and he is well aware that the current legal landscape is such that all three can fuck him up in an instant and on a whim were he married to any of them or in a co-habiting relationshit with any of them.

But the fact is that that text in bold above is the secret to #3’s relative lack of negative traits and aspects, everything else comes from that, and so while #1 and #2 talk about long term relationshits (which in the eyes of the law are the same as a fucking marriage) leading to marriage, while #3 talks about marriage….

#3 wants what mummy and daddy have.

#1 and #2 wanting what mummy and daddy have is like a blind man wanting a red house, they don’t even know what the fuck it is.

Judging a man, or a wimminz, by their actions means also judging them by the actions of those whose company they kept, voluntarily in later life, involuntarily in earlier life.

In much the same way that as a time served engineer I have little in common with so called engineers who learned their trade in a college or university or any other way, as a time served child of a mother and father who remained married to each other I have little in common with #1 and #2, and much in common with #3

As a time served engineer I had it easy, compared to my father, back in his day the parents LITERALLY paid the employer / master to take then on for the first year, because a first year apprentice is literally less than useless and literally decreased the output and productivity of the master, but compared to the modern engineering “apprentice”…. makes me puke they dare call themselves that word, shades of “A year ago I couldn’t even spell engineer, and now I are one”

The first engineering tools I had to master were the fucking broom and the kettle, I shit you not.

Then you get given an old “whistler” kettle and the gas axe (oxy acetylene cutting torch) to boil the water for the tea, there is a stock of these for sale to you for exactly one day’s wages each, for when you blow through the bottom of the kettle and all the water leaks out… or… you can grab to scrap from the gash bin and try to “fix” the kettle you just blew a hole through so it will hold water and bring it to the boil with a gas axe.

Then you get given some lumps of soft gash metal, cheap shit like zinc anode material or babbit metal than can be re-melted and re-used, and a metal file and a hacksaw, with ONE fucking blade, and a brass brush to clean the file and saw blade, and a metal vice and a place at a bench.

First make a perfect one inch cube, accurate to ten thou…. that takes you about four fucking days, you learn hands on about materials science, differences in hardness and friction between differing metals such as files, saw blades and the gash, you learn that every time you put the gash in the vice and tightened the vice you deformed it, you learned to file flat and saw straight and square.

Pleased with yourself that the task given to you on a Monday morning has been completed by Friday lunchtime, you are given some more gash metal, this time you must make TWO pieces, one is a U shape and one is a T shape, so that the T shape fits in the U shape perfectly to form a much bigger piece, oh, and you have to be able to rotate the T and U shape with 180 degree symmetry so they fit together perfectly BOTH ways…. no gaps anywhere you can get a ten thou feeler gauge into….. that takes two or three weeks

Failing in these tasks is the end of your apprenticeship, you can fuck off and be a fitter or a grease monkey or a car mechanic…. meanwhile you still have to practice with the broom and the kettle.

Got any lip? I dunno how often I have seen strong tough full of piss and vinegar good in a fight 13 and 14 stone all muscle apprentices punched in the mouth by a 10 stone skinny fucker in their forties or fifties for giving some lip, and they learned they may have double the muscle mass of the old fart, but the old fart was all HARD muscles that basically spent 8/10 hours a day in the “gym” of the shops, that and sinew and bone… apprentices all had broken teeth, me included. On the other hand I still have all my limbs and fingers and toes, which was the result of those lessons not to lip your elders and betters and FUCKING LISTEN.

So I tell some young cunt today who thinks they are time served that it took me 4 weeks to learn how to use a fucking file and a hacksaw, and it is like the blind man wanting a red house or the modern #1 or #2 wimminz wanting a relationshit.

The young shits not only do not know how to use a file or hacksaw, they cannot even begin to judge or guess how much they do not know, or how greatly that lack impacts EVERY SINGLE OTHER ASPECT of their so called professional skill.

#3 may be just over half my age, but she was time served, old school, growing up in a house with a mummy and daddy who were married to each other and stayed together.

Sure, #3 is AWALT, same as #1 and #2, which I can’t respect, but #3 is old school time served, which I can.

Out of respect for #3’s time served status ALONE, I would not put her in a bar with #1 and #2 and tell all three to work it out between themselves.

On a related note, I know it doesn’t seem that way at first blush, I hear from emails that YET AGAIN Bill over at the Spearhead is holding the fucking begging bowl out.

Judge a man (or a wimminz) by their actions, not what they say.


  1. I don’t care about your romantic life, but the stuff you write about engineering is interesting.
    Some of your word choices seem to be British rather than American English.
    If you don’t mind, may I ask which country and what industrial sector you did your apprenticeship in?

    Comment by yfr — November 22, 2012 @ 12:24 am

    • Guessing from the other articles on the site, I imagine you’re in the UK. Was your most important job title “mechanical engineer” or something else like “structural engineer”? I guess you probably had a lot of other job titles, including “welder” and “toolmaster” and so on.

      Comment by yfr — November 22, 2012 @ 12:48 am

      • Well there ain’t no romance involved here, I’ll bang all three… >;*)

        British English yes, apprenticeship wasn’t in any one country, or even continent.

        Marine Engineering, so no, never a welder, never a toolmaker, never a boilermaker, never a fitter and turner, etc.

        Job titles were Engineer, Chief Engineer, Bastard, and Boss when self employed, which happened a lot.

        Mechanical Engineer is an oxymoron, what used to be called a Fitter.

        Structural Engineer specialises in static structures, bridges and shit.

        Back in the day “Engineer” meant someone who solved problems and challenges, big part of the job was making a designing a tool or machine to do a job, the tool could be something simple like a jig, or something complex like completely new bit of kit, say a hydraulic power pack (diesel engine + hydraulic pump + valve chest etc) that could fit through an aperture x wide or which could be broken down into pieces that weighed no more than 1000 kg and and which only took 4 spanners to disassemble and reassemble or indeed prototypes for stuff…. E1 E2 P1 P2 prototypes, 1 and 2 engineering prototypes to see if the idea could be made to work, and 1 and 2 production prototypes to turn the working idea into a design that could be manufactured at reasonable cost and reliability etc.

        This for example

        Built in the UK in the 1950s by babcock and others, where “built” means the parts were made, everything from plates with rivet holes pre drilled on up and down, no part too big to be loaded on a 2.5 ton army truck, shipped to Malaysia, carted through the jungle on said trucks to a clearing where tin had been found, assembled for the first time on site, and put to work.

        That, is Engineering.

        Comment by wimminz — November 22, 2012 @ 1:25 am

        • Mechanical Engineer is an oxymoron…

          No doubt you’re a handy chap in many of the extraction industries and one-off/prototype shipboard endeavors, but what do Brits call the guys who go to uni, learn the calculus and differential eqs. necessary to describe complex fluid dynamics and 3D heat transfer, then go to work at Perkins Diesel, designing spanky fine engines that “love you long time”… and do NOT explode?? ;^)

          Comment by DGAF in Miami — November 23, 2012 @ 10:48 pm

          • we call them “Chinese students”

            ps modern Perkins diesels are total crap

            Comment by wimminz — November 23, 2012 @ 10:55 pm

          • Chi-Coms, lulz… better they FUBAR Perkins, than a good outfit like CATerpillar. ;^)

            Comment by DGAF in Miami — November 27, 2012 @ 5:26 am

  2. Yeah, 3 sounds the most dangerous. Heh.

    Comment by hans — November 22, 2012 @ 5:41 pm

    • Yeah, and the most fun by far… correlations anyone?

      Comment by wimminz — November 22, 2012 @ 5:42 pm

  3. Another bit of Judgment time, this one I call ´merican trough season(Black Friday): http://imgur.com/oXIxC
    For some more anecdotal evidence.

    Comment by hans — November 23, 2012 @ 12:48 pm

    • http://www.spikednation.com/evideo/black-friday-walmart
      ´murica Fuck Yeah!

      I wonder, after the “World Elite” Banksters have crashed our worthless Fiat-Monies, how these guy would react if they found out one has a stash of Gold at home. Or rather some odd liters of bottled water.

      Comment by hans — November 25, 2012 @ 1:29 pm

  4. I love your evaluation of all three.

    Comment by thomas — November 24, 2012 @ 6:17 pm

  5. […] years ago, Engineers started out by getting hands-on-experience; and you wonder why everything’s breaking down […]

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