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August 26, 2012

Jurassic Instinct


Fact is, you CAN tell, but like the assholes in a horror film, you just ignore that instinctive feeling most of the time.

When you get to be a jaded pump and dump asshole like me, you don’t ignore that feeling so much as not give a shit one way or another.

That feeling being “she ain’t gonna call / don’t want to fuck me no more

It’s not rejection, it’s progress, and the secret is to make getting in the club so personally effortless that when management ask you to leave you could not care less.

Let’s face it, when you go from initial message on PoF to fucking the slut to leaving in 12 hours you haven’t lost anything of value.

So there I am, for whatever reason, watching Jurassic Park 1 last night, the power is cut, T Rex breaks through the fence, the girl turns on the torch, attracts barney the dino dildo’s  attention and starts screaming, it cuts back to the two guys in the other vehicle and I am all MSTK on that shit

Fuck em, we sit here nice and quiet while barney munches on spoilt brat

But oh no, mangina men must wescue pwincess, and of course she starts screaming again, I mean, she isn’t even old enough to fuck, just throw the bitch to the wolves and GTFO.

I dunno, take away mangina white knightism and you don’t have a film any more, a few dino’s get out, fat boy gets eaten, and the men get out unscathed.

We can say “don’t go into the haunted house asshole” and no problem, but for some reason we are not allowed to say “let the stupid bitch die” I mean WTF?

Instinct tells me to let the stupid bitch die… “what? You want me to fight a horde of dinosaurs and alien invaders, get shot to shit, and my “prize” is I get to fuck you?… well… fuck you…. cya

Instinct is RIGHT motherfucker.

I have been in and seen some weird shit, and I was always the snake eyed motherfucker who sat as still as a statue while barney the dino rogered everything that moved with his giant butt plug, and it was me the wimminz sidled up to with dripping cunts, not Bruce Willis.

Fuck, I can even remember one time a Willis character asking me to get his darling hot wife safe and outta there, cos he knew I would make it, and so did she, and let me tell you there was an entire Chekhov play in the glances that passed between all three of us, we all knew I was going to fuck all her holes, and the asshole thanks me for taking care of the love of his life….

Love, I have no fucking idea what that is, if I had to point at something and say it is love I’d have to point at what I feel for my male progeny, but there is pride and camaraderie and pack and tribe loyalty there too.

Love from a wimminz, it’s just a fucking word, it has no utility for me.

Absolute fucking worship from a wimminz, yeah, that I have some use for, and again the Willis character was not worshipped either by the wife character in the films or the daughter character.

While AWALT, finding a wimminz who will worship the ground you walk on is doable, you just gotta watch real close for that worship to start waning, which it will do the instant you stop saying “lick my ring clean bitch” and start acting like Willis or asking some asshole like me to save a ho from barney the butt plug dino…

As we head into more troubled waters socio-econo-politically, you might want to consider starting work now on your casting couch characterisation of yourself, you wanna be Willis, or you wanna be that ends the film (or rather your participation in it) act 1 scene 1 by saying “fuckem” and letting barney do what ever he likes with his butt plug to every single attention whore that skweems her widdle pwincess skweem and points a torch at him, and every niggerz that leaps to her defence.

Maybe it’s time to let the old reptilian hind brain out to play now and again



August 8, 2012

“Take my hand motherfucker!”

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 4:31 pm


So you’re drowning, about to go down for the third time, and someone appears and says the above… do you;

  1. With heartfelt gratitude grasp his hand for all you are worth
  2. Jerk away from him and his filthy obscenities

Sure, gratuitous swearing is annoying, but how do you know when it is gratuitous? If you didn’t know who the guy in front of you in the gas station checkout queue is you may deem his expletives gratuitous and unnecessary, from his perspective he may have just had a phone call telling him to get to the hospital 150 miles away as his dad has had a serious heart attack, and he really doesn’t have time for the bitch in the queue holding everyone up while her precious kids run back and forth to the sweet counter grabbing more stuff… “Select your fucking items BEFORE you join the fucking queue!”

I get it all the time here, the stuff you say is great but your language puts me off.

Well, I guess you are too fucking stupid to notice you are being slowly boiled, Mr Frog.

Fuck you very much.

Fact is, my obscenity gives others an excuse, they can avoid addressing what I am actually saying, and instead complain about my obscenity.

So, it is a valid point that refraining from obscenity takes away that escape avenue, but the fact is (as anyone who has ever been in family court knows) that just because your language is polite does not mean that what you are saying, no matter how true, valid and pertinent it is, is going to be addressed.

The problem is not actually your language, the problem is the other person.

Your language is just a convenient hook for them to hang on their refusal to address anything you have to say…  but it gets worse…

By refraining from obscenity, you are in fact showing them respect for their attitudes, while in return they show utter contempt for yours (just not in obscene words, merely obscene deeds) which is not a good thing.


In real life when I say something obscene, such as “Fucking bullshit!” the reaction I always get is an embarrassed sort of shrug and snigger, and importantly, THEY STOP TRYING TO SAIL THAT LINE OF BULLSHIT PAST ME.

They know, if they don’t the next line is “What makes you think you can talk to me like a cunt and I’m just going to kiss your fucking ass?” or sentiments similar, and they never, ever, ever want to go there.

If I had a dollar for every asshole on the internet who said yeah, but in real life you’d be a right wimp, and then they meet me in real life and find that I am exactly what I sound like, you push into my space and I push back, hard, and yes I will call you a cock sucking motherfucker to your face, if that is how you act in front of me, or a fucking asshole, if that is how you act, or the best part of you ran down your mommy’s leg, if that is how you act.

Your move, asshole….

and their move is invariably and inevitably to find something far more interesting to do elsewhere…… I guess I was kind of taught this long before my own serious red pill FRA days

I was with this guy, we’ll call him Peter, I won’t mention real names but he isn’t exactly unknown, for an ordinary man, he has done some extraordinary things.

So anyway we are in a bar and some skank ho decided to play “lets you and him fight over me” and so the niggerz she is with starts to front up to Peter.. says his piece and it is Peter’s turn to respond.

So he drags on his smoke, toke style, looks at the skank ho and says “Here is how it’s gonna be, the winner is going to fuck you up the ass, hard, and then I’m gonna fuck the loser up the ass, hard.” Peter then sort of inclines his head side ways at me, he still hasn’t taken his eyes off the skank ho, and says “You want seconds?

I grin and (knowing my part instinctively) say “After your diseased cock? No thanks Peter!

The niggerz, throughout, because I have been watching him, has been watching the skank, after all, she was the one pulling his strings… now he turns to Peter and says “You’re fucking crazy

Peter now looks at him, all serious, and says “No, I’m the only sane fucker here, you want a crazy motherfucker, you go talk to my friend there” (meaning me) I grin…

At which point the skank ho, having realised that old Pete really will fuck up her shit for real, and fuck the consequences, pipes up with “Fuck these assholes niggerz, they ain’t worth it“, turns and walks away without a backward glance at niggerz

Niggerz sees his general abandoning the field, says “Yeah” in a macho voice, and backs off a step and then walks away.

and here’s the bit nobody ever sees…

Peter leans in and says thanks, I say no worries, glad it all blew over, Peter says not as glad as he is, last thing he wanted was a fight with some asshole over some slut and then one of them ends up in hospital and the other one ends up in prison, so he had to bluff them because basically with the skank ho calling the shots, but with no literal skin in the game, she would not have let him do what he wanted to do, which was just walk away.


No, I can’t cover this bet either, and I don’t even want to play or make the bet, but I am NOT gonna fold, and if you MAKE me play, I will bet everything I have and everything I might be on this hand.

You have to be REAL good and REAL lucky to beat someone playing that way.

And of you were that good, you wouldn’t be trying to bluff me into folding over a bet that I can’t cover anyway.



November 1, 2011

Hell in a handcart

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:09 pm

I guess it is one of those twists of fate, but I recently found myself landed with a small contract for a huge multinational company.

Then it transpired that the structure was more complex, think a layer cake with several overlapping, or not so overlapping, Venn diagram like areas of management.

Then think institutionalised incompetence, to the point where this job is going to go titsup, or provide me with solid work well into next year, the job specification hasn’t expanded mind you, it is just that the PROJECTED work rate is approximately 25x greater than the ACTUAL work rate, still par for the course for a couple of million UK£ worth of new hardware and a Fortune 50 company.

Why should a Fortune 50 company hire people any more competent than the secret family courts, or the local cable company technical support, or just about any other aspect of modern life that you can choose?

The answer is of course that there is no reason it would, or would be able to, given that all of the above take their staff from the labour pool of people currently of working age, which means 90% of them never even had the rudiments of a decent education.

See, unless you teach a person an actual trade, it is flatly fucking impossible to teach them to take anything even remotely approaching a pride in their work, because they won’t have any identifiable work which they own, or can point to and say “all my own work“, rather everything is a collaborative fuck up, for which no-one individually carries any responsibility, and on those occasions where these fuck ups result in someone dying, all you have to do to keep your management job is to trot out the old lines about “far reaching investigations” and “no stone unturned” and finish up with “lessons will be learned“.

It’s all bullshit of course…. so we have in this case (no names and no pack drill) a Fortune 50 multinational financial corporation (5 in the management project team) a Fortune 50 multinational hardware corporation (4 in the management project team) a national service corporation (7 in the management project team) and another assorted 12 people supporting all of the above, which makes 28 management level people in billing full time for this project, plus approximately 25 others in various outsourced and externalized leveraged roles scattered around the globe, so we are up to 53 people, and down at the bottom of the pile there are two people, yours truly and a guy we shall call Fred.

Now me and Fred are the ones supposed to do ALL, and I mean ALL, the actual fucking work in this project, and of course being on the bottom of the pile me and Fred are paid less than anyone else, which is OK, I take the attitude you pay me peanuts, I act like a monkey and chill, but the fact is me and Fred have spent the last two weeks producing sweet fuck all, we have been explaining to 7 managers what the fucking project actually is, what we have to do, how we have to do it, and why we can’t do it yet because the other 4 managers above them, and the 5 managers above them, haven’t done some really, really, really basic things to enable us to do the job….

Think like this, guys need hammers, nails and wood, after a week of asking we get nails supplied, 4 days later we get some wood, 3 days later we get one hammer, but Fred and I are not allowed to share the hammer, it was issued to me… so today we hammered the first nails into the wood… and it takes a team of 28 managers and 25 managerial support staff to fuck up the job to that extent…

Meanwhile exactly the same grade of asshole is in charge of the family court system, the economy, the political scene, and whether we will have a war or not in the country of your choice, and exactly the same grade of asshole is reassuring all the other assholes that the Euro has been rescued, peace and apple pie is coming in Libya, we don’t need no stinking nuclear power plants, house prices will never crash by 75%, and there will not be another land war in europe.

What could possibly go fucking wrong?

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