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November 13, 2012

Pissing in a pot

When my dad was a young married man he bought a house with an attached ruined building and an orchard and 3 acres of land for the princely sum of £300… it was a lot of money back then.

So, some five years later he has moved up in his career and is offered a company funded pension plan, on retirement or at the age of 55, whichever comes sooner, he will be paid the princely sum of £2,000.

Enough to buy SIX of those properties, gimme some of that.

So the years went by and on the day this vast amount of money became due to him it so happened that there was a half page advert in the local paper, a new Mini (the old Leyland mini 1000, not the new BMW thing with the same name) on the road was £2,015, so his monster pension pot would not quite buy a brand new very small car.

As it happens, I had at the same time a bunch of papers from my then employer telling me all about the pension scheme everyone with a brain was signing up for, just take em home, read all the benefits, sign em and return em, and everyone was.

I didn’t.. I was the ONLY one there who didn’t, because I had seen my dad’s face when that mind bogglingly huge pension lump sum cheque was sat on the table next to the paper open at the mini advert.




and so, I resolved then and there not to contribute to any of these schemes, and when you are too old to work enough to earn a crust you die…

I then spent the next 30 years being told by all and sundry what a stupid fuck I was, and the older I got the more incredulous the abuse… why even if you saved HALF your income you still won’t have enough to retire…

So far, in 2012, not one of those fuckers has said a damn thing to me, on the contrary, they are all looking both quiet and worried, as two very unpleasant truths start to dawn;

  1. Just like my dad, price inflation is steadily eroding their pension pot
  2. Just like many other people, by the time the pension became due, the pot had long since vanished.

So this thing you have been going without for and saving for and planning your swansong to be funded by is either simply not going to go anywhere near as far as you were planning, or increasingly likely, will effectively vanish into thin air leaving you without a pot to piss in.

Thankfully, in my dad’s case, he never really believed in the whole pension thing, so by the time the OPEC crisis hit and the world credit bubble started he still had plenty working years left, and could see the writing on the wall, s0 dad invested his earnings wisely in cases of fine Cognac (which he drank) Cigarette boats (which he ran like he stole them) Cabaret and Parties, fine food, fine clothes and fine living, yachts and year long cruises… he wasted the rest of educating us kids… lol

He’s dead now so I can’t ask him if he knew that the lessons learned in how to not quite cavitate the 500 hp boat engines were at least as valuable to a 12 year old boy as fucking latin verbs…. 40 years later the fucking latin doesn’t still raise a smile, memories of the 12 year old me alone not merely at the helm but in the boat (“Don’t redline the motors boy” was the extent of the paternal advice… lol) alone in it and in sole control of it do.

Even then I can remember a lot of the other guys had shares in boats and shit, dad was one of the few who owned outright, and it was down to NOT paying a penny into a pension.

Of course things were a lot tighter in my life than during the 50’s and 60’s and early 70’s when dad was living the life of Riley, but I still always threw caution to he wind and spent every penny I earned on wine wimminz and song as it were, and I too can’t say I regret a fucking penny of it.

Those days are now gone, even if you have a damn good trade and ex-pat somewhere where the wages are high and the tax bill is zero, you still can’t life that fat, because the cost of everything has gone up so much more than wages have.

If you are a CASH multimillionaire you can do it, just about, but it seems that along with the relative costs of things, the relative quality of people has gone down too.

Cash multimillionaires now throw it all at houses and Bentley’s and Patek Phillipe watches, you don’t see any of them (apart from the odd exception that proves the rule) howling around at the helm of a twin lambo powered cougar, or seeing how fast you can get the L88 from Paris to Marseilles, or just hopping on the knuck and cruising around for a month or two.

Cash multimillionaires now smell of perfume and moisturiser, not 40 weight oil and 98 octane and Brylcreem and  Old Spice.

Cash multimillionaires now got it by winning a lottery jackpot or asset stripping with a pen, not by working in the jungle or at the wellhead or by the sweat of their brows.

So called “asset” millionaires and multimillionaires are even fucking worse, their lives are little more than a repetitive cycle of pass the ponzi parcel and spending and earning numbers ON SOMEONE ELSE’S COMPUTER SCREEN, similarly all their so called “assets” are actually recorded on someone else’s computer screen.

The only thing any of these fuckers will be left with is the debt / liability, and how is someone without a pot to piss in going to persuade either the person who absconded with their pension funds to cough up, or the person who they are underwater in debt to to write off the debt?

In the middle east, debt = jail, so a lot of the ex pats, when the wheels fall off the wagon, dump everything, dump the car and the airport and return to their native lands with sweet fuck all.

But what do you do when the wheels falls off the wagon in your native lands, and debt does not = prison, but something far worse, indentured servitude by any other name.

You can’t just bug out.

“Don’t get into debt” / “Neither a borrower nor a lender be” is great advice.

Better advice is never trust anything you do not hold and control in your own hands.

Better advice still is never trust your continued possession of anything you personally cannot not just touch at will, but pick up and carry at will.

December 18, 2011

Sluts, slags and slaves

I guess this was partly prompted by a comment on another article about the wimminz on PoF, and partly by events in my own life, but however we got here, we got here, so let us get on with it.

PoF is as far as I can determine the proverbial canary in the coalmine for the wimminz, because it is the biggest truly free dating site on the planet, in the same way that your local free ads newspaper was the canary in the coal mine for what your second-hand car was actually worth.

Time was you had an old Ford and the local free ads newspaper had very similar cars listed for 500 notes, you wanted 850, it wasn’t worth 850, but you wanted 850 to go towards another piece of junk, so what did you do?

You washed and waxed it, cleaned the interior, parked it in front of somewhere nice, took some flattering pictures, paid some money over and stuck it on the Autotrader website for 850 notes.

That is the “high-end” of the market, so likewise to pay for dating sites are the “high-end” where the cunt has been washed and waxed and propped in front of somewhere interesting and a flattering photo taken and an unrealistic but hopeful if a mug comes along ticket pice is put up… oh yeah, one careful owner, never ridden hard…lol

PoF is more the local free ads, not so much the “low-end” of the market, just the realistic end, Parkers guide, trade price on that used cunt.

You can kick the tyres, have a test drive, the lies about number of previous owners are half-hearted at best, you can have a good look and see what is beneath the wash and wax and have a look in the real world, no fancy backdrop, fancy lenses or fancy angles.

They may be asking 850 for the old clunker, but you and the seller both know the rag is littered with similar rides from 450 on down to free to a good home…. as soon as the seller realises you are not the misty eyed young mug with a pocket full of cash and no experience…

Bottom line is the wimminz has the profile on PoF, she is desperate to sell, because PoF is the free ads, gone are the days when she was eligible for the fancy dealer showroom on the turntable in the plate-glass window with 0 miles / cocks on the clock.

Gone are the days when it was worth a significant fraction of the new price as a trade in or “slightly used“.

Gone are the days when it was possibly worth spending even more money on accessories and maintenance and upkeep.

Gone are the days when she had that “new car” feel and smell, and the sense that you could run hard and fast all day without blowing the motor.

In fact the cunt / car analogy is so good….. that if you take the age of puberty or legal consent as being zero and treat everything before that as design, manufacture, shipping and delivery to the showroom, so the 16-year-old virgin and the 6 month old BMW are both sat there with the clock sat at ZERO, and it only starts ticking when the car is bought or the girl is fucked, it gets to be a very very good analogy indeed.

My car is currently 20 and a bit years old, so to a wimminz that would equal 20 + 16 = a 36-year-old wimminz.

I drive a classic german diesel, it was horrendously expensive when new, literally one of the last ones made where everything under the bonnet was all precision mechanical engineering with nary a computer chip in sight, and a combination of luck and a handful of conscientious owners means it / she drives today better than most new cars with 0 miles on the clock.

And yet, the cash value of my car, despite the quality of the ride, despite the class, despite the reliability, despite the comfort, despite the security, despite the safety, despite the status, despite the handful of careful owners, is basically the old clunker value, because nothing takes away from the fact that it is, after all, a fucking twenty year old car, or in wimminz terms a 36-year-old…. it doesn’t matter how classy and refined and cared for and how few owners, at 36, that wimminz is an old clunker.

THIS is the Wil-e-coyote moment, when the wimminz realise that no matter how much they looked after themselves, no matter how few cocks they rode or how few kids they had, they are the equivalent of a 20 year old car.

So lets take my analogy further, a 20 year old girl, been on the sexual market for 4 years in theory, 6 in practice, 3 kids by 3 fathers, drinks, smokes, cheap ass DIY tattoos, rough as fuck. Subtract 16 fro 20 to get 4, but this is a 4 year old car that was bought as a taxi, and has been a taxi, three 8 hour shifts a day, in the city.

So we have one equivalet 20 year old car, and one equivalent 4 year old car, with the same “market value“, eg not a fucking lot, clunker territory.

Even the new car / young flesh can incredibly quickly become corrupted, but no matter what, not many years have to pass before the once proud new car is either someone’s slut, slag, or slave…. there are no other choices in a buyers market.

The wimminz on PoF broadly fall into two categories, those who realise and accept that they can be my slut, slag or slave, and those who do not, those who still think they can get 7,995 for that 20 year old clunker.

As the economic crises unravels and times get harder, that moment of truth is hitting more and more wimminz, and indeed the influx of the real rode hard and hung up wet fugly wimminz devalues the net worth of ALL wimminz on PoF.

Sure, you may only have had 30 cocks to her 300, you may only have had 1 kid to her 5, you may only have had 5 cheezeburgers to her 500, but put all that together and it only makes a small pile of beans, because she will do anything for free and pay for my room and coffee and diesel, so why would anyone pay you…. even 1 red cent.

When I have (and I do) women who are literally putting their hands in their own pockets and booking hotel rooms so that they can be my own personal slut / slag / slave for the night, and I am talking no holds barred kink, no mere ass to mouth, but bitches that will call me “master” and lick my asshole clean, and thank me for permission to do so, you just have to realise that to BEAT that a wimminz has to play every card she has, and play them cheaply and up front.

And if you think that all I can possibly be doing is fucking hideous skanky fat ho’s that nobody else wants to fuck, then you haven’t been paying attention, this is MALE HYPERGAMY at work, with every new wimminz that joins PoF the value of individual wimminz decreases, and I trade up, week by week by week.

So what’s it going to be girls, slut, slag or slave?

August 7, 2011

Not with a bang, but a whimper…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:11 pm

As many of you know, I was/am the victim of a false rape accusation made as an opening salvo in a child custody battle.

I could tell you the details, but frankly you would not fucking believe me unless you have seen the inside of a family court as a dad yourself, yes, outright corruption, law-breaking and prejudice against all men are the order of the day.

When I say corruption I mean affidavits sent by my ex to the same lawyer and the same firm who are representing her now, but back when she was doing the exact same thing to her previous ex, and what is interesting about these letters is that they are dated after she now claims I raped and abused her, (yeah, she was the first BPD female I had been involved with, so I bought her allegations against her ex, after all, why would anyone lie about such things… slaps forehead…) but they praise me to the heavens, while accusing her ex of exactly the same shit I am accused of now…

Since this is the same lawyer in the same firm, she cannot claim to be ignorant of this, especially after I attempted to raise the matter early in my case… lawyers are supposed to be barred from knowingly telling a lie to the court, e.g. if I say to my lawyer “I did it, but you can get me off with a not guilty” then my lawyer is not allowed to represent me if I plead Not Guilty… quite simply either my ex’s previous affidavits against her previous ex were perjury, or her allegations against me are perjury, since they are mutually exclusive and contradictory, therefore she is a perjurer, should be charged and convicted of same and attempting to pervert the course of justice, and nothing she says should be believed unless there is significant physical proof to back her allegations up.

Yet when I try to raise this the judge just disallows the entire thing, claiming it is “Not relevant to the current case.” You think?

I am smart enough to know that there is no way to fix this system via the usual civilised channels, the system itself is clearly so broken and corrupted that should I be dumb enough to attempt  to expose it or fight too hard, their simplest option is to imprison me for contempt of court, which they can do simply by the judge stating that I lied in the dock, and yes there is legal precedent for this, no jury trial, no evidence, no nothing, just the judge’s decision and down you go. I have already been directly threatened with this….

Then when you eventually get out you are an ex-con, and moreover an ex-con for lying on oath, nobody in any kind of authority will ever believe you ever again, not even if you claim the sky is blue and water is wet.

And yet there is a fine line between avoiding such a fate and the minimum that a man can do to maintain his self respect… a very fine line indeed.

So, since the system cannot be fixed by the usual civilised democratic means, what is left?

Well, “going postal” is out, you simply confirm everything these filthy lying cunts have been saying about you, and furthermore you make everything much harder for all other dads, and burning yourself to death on the court steps doesn’t help much either, the mainstream media won’t report it and all your kids will ever hear is what a pathetic loser dad was and frankly he did the world a favour by torching himself.

This doesn’t actually leave a lot, in fact it doesn’t leave a damn thing, all the peaceful and civilised options are out because they are totally ineffective, and all the non-peaceful and non-civilised options are out because they are counter-productive on every level you care to look at.

To quote Asimov, “Violence is the final refuge of the incompetent.

And yes, the family court system is extremely violent, just because they don’t bind your hands and spend 30 minutes pounding on your kidneys does not mean they are non violent.

So, since we can apparently do sweet fuck all about this, what does this leave us?

It leaves us with the one thing that will actually work, cut off the supply of money that is keeping all these family court cunts with their noses in the trough.

And lo and behold, here we are after decades of misandry and feminazi influenced government and society, on the brink of a financial meltdown, the like of which has not been seen since the 1930’s.

It is a well known feature of crowd mentality that once a certain proportion of the crowd believe “X”, then the crowd as a whole treat X as being a fact and start acting accordingly.

It doesn’t matter if X is a fact or not, all you need is a certain minimum proportion / threshold of society to believe that X is fact, and they will act as though it is.

As far back as 1995 I was saying that house prices in the UK were spiralling out of all proportion to sanity or anything else, and that the loss of manufacturing skills and basic education was going to have dire consequences. Google the “Hargesian Goat Bubble“… totally ignored by the MSM until around 2007/9

I was far from alone in this, however, I was in that ineffectual minority of society, while the majority (who think fiat is a car maker) could see nothing beyond their on paper wealth spiralling beyond their wildest dreams… when people are sitting in a house that apparently appreciate in “value” enough in one year to buy a new BMW and a posh foreign holiday and a new kitchen and lounge suite, without them lifting a finger, then you can’t really expect the great unwashed masses to question it too closely.

But what is happening as I type is that the majority of the great unwashed now believe that there is going to be an economic meltdown, and this is of course a self fulfilling prophecy, I can introduce you to people who bought a new house on a 20 year mortgage in 1995 for £50,000, who still live in that house, who have been paying the mortgage for 16 years, but who have been using its increasing “value” as an ATM via regular re-mortgaging, who now owe £315,000 on that exact same house, so that is the price on the For Sale sign, even though the peak has passed and identical houses in the same street are remaining unsold after six months on the market for prices ranging from £255,000 to £290,000.

I can introduce you to people who have literally not paid one penny of their mortgage for six months, and the banks haven’t even written them a letter, because repossession = auction and that will depress the market value of all the other property in that street, which will put everyone who isn’t in negative equity now into negative equity, such is the “value” of paper money and accounting.

And just about everyone you meet in the street either is one of those people, or lived next door to them, throw in ever rising energy bills, ever rising gasoline and diesel, ever rising food, and stagnating wages, and you can see why a major economic collapse is now inevitable, because everyone now knows that the emperor is stark bollock naked.

2011 in the family court system in the UK saw the introduction of severe Legal Aid restrictions, in a bid to cut the vast and ever growing legal aid bill, it was decreed that only exceptional cases involving domestic violence and/or sexual abuse would qualify for legal aid.

What happened?

Suddenly every skank ho seeking a divorce or child custody starts claiming domestic violence and sexual abuse, and since these are more complex and longer cases the legal aid bill for family courts has actually gone UP, and the throughput of cases per year has gone DOWN… currently it is running around 2.5 to 3 years from first filing to final judgement, and of course the police sex crime squad is involved in nearly every case.

This scenario always happens, a dire situation made worse by those running around trying to be the last one standing, trying to amass as many resources as possible before the balloon goes up, those claiming there is no crisis because this claim makes it possible for them to redouble their efforts to amass resources.

So it is nearly upon us, and we will hopefully be faced with some very stark choices, do we want street-lights or do we want children’s services? Do we want secret family courts or the national health service? Do we want legislature on affirmative action or do we want companies that can trade at a profit and employ workers? Do we want £10 a gallon diesel and a bloated government full of wimminz, or do we want diesel at £6 a gallon (it is £6.21 per imperial gallon as I type this) and a lean state and an economy that can actually afford to transport produce and workers?

Given that working men with families are far more economically productive than single men, or single mothers, so much so that a working man with a family is almost more economically productive than a single man plus a single mum, what do we want? Do we want the lights to go out and anarchy within 72 hours?

Given that “we” = voters and a large proportion of voters are wimminz, do you think they are going to vote for such economies as the street lights being turned off at 9pm and diesel at £10 a gallon and food and light and heat at 25% more than today and a court / police / legal system that is already creaking under the case load?

Or do you think they will vote for all night street lights and an NHS and a police presence ( to protect them from the ex), and throw all their sisters riding the family courts in the future (as employees of the family court and as plaintiffs making false rape and DV accusations) under the fucking wagon?

What if even then it is; street lights / NHS / Police, choose any two, because there simply isn’t the budget for all three, never mind all three plus secret family courts and all the affirmative action pork?

These are the PLEASANT scenarios…

The unpleasant scenarios all involve a breakdown of social and political order, and a breeding ground for extremism and nationalism such as we last saw, oh, just after the 1930’s depression started to bite…

How many disenfranchised British fathers, culled from their own children’s lives and the fruits of their labours, would not sign up for a new uniform, say in black, with polished jackboots, and the authority that secret family court judges have now, to simply grab someone, take away all their shit, and incarcerate them, on no more than their own authority and whims?

You think I personally would turn such an opportunity down?

You think I personally would not deliberately target my secret family court judge, lawyers, child services and not forgetting my psycho skank ho ex?

You think I personally would give a shit what the stated aims / claims / policies of such a group would be, provided they had the fucking power to make me the angel of vengeance in the natty jackboots, black uniform and long black leather coat?

You think it was any fucking different in 1935 in Germany?

If you do you must be a wimminz, to be that fucking stupid.

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