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April 23, 2013

I always thought…

…that as you get older, young teen girls are supposed to look younger and younger to you, but that isn’t what is happening, and it kind of gelled in a Slog piece a few days back, where the author talks about wandering around Athens looking at the economic issues when a 10 year old girl walks up and says she will cost very little for his pleasure.

Hell, the Acropolis is well over 2,000 years old, it has seen all this shit before, indeed the Peloponnesian war was all about Athens becoming “too powerful and influential” in the region.

You might get individual humans who despite the kind of power discrepancy that existed between the author in the slog article and the 10 year old whore, will refrain from using that power, but corporations, states and armies will not ever refrain from using any power discrepancy they encounter.images

But Greece yet again provides an excellent lesson, there are 10 year olds whoring themselves in the streets and kids going to school with severe hunger pangs and pharmacies with empty shelves, but the State is talking about plans to jail anyone who owes the State more than 5k Euro in unpaid taxes…. good luck to those of you thinking an economic famine will cause the state to cut pointless crap like wimminz legal powers over men and fathers…. really good fucking luck… you’ll need it.

I have always heard a lot of people say “xxx are a bunch of cunts” where xxx is a country, to which I have responded “I have a lot of time for the xxx people” but of course unlike the speaker I have been there and met them

Many moons ago, due to a backstory that isn’t relevant, I found myself on the bones of my ass in the deep south peloponnese, if I could get my as to Athens, in 5 days time there would be a ticket waiting for me at the airport, but that was a 300 km walk away, and I hadn’t eaten anything for a day or two, and I literally had no money, and I had an injured leg, I could limp, and it hurt like a bitch.

I didn’t beg, I didn’t ask, I didn’t woe is me, but the fact is the simple human kindness and generosity of a couple of greeks that I barely knew from Adam go me to Athens with two days to spare and nothing to do but wander around. It gives you a different perspective from the author of the slog, the rich foreigner staying in the hotel with his credit cards and travellers cheques, and it was of course at the other end of the “euro” saga, when the coffers were opened and there was european money for everything, from owning land to popping out kids to building a vast subway system under Athens.

Athens had a good bus system, as far as I knew at the time 50% of riders (including me) never paid a fare, the only things you couldn’t really get away with not paying on were the hydrofoils, and even in those high times every family had members who had fucked off abroad for economic reasons, places like Canada and the States, but even then the Athens I saw was like the Venice I saw, like any other place really, go behind the streets of plate glass windows of the Cartier shops and keep walking and sooner or later you got to where people were poor and had fuck all.

So I’m not saying there weren’t 10 year old whores walking up to obviously (relatively) wealthy foreigners in the street and offering them sexual pleasure for very little money, but that they wouldn’t have been walking up to me, and in any event they would have had to be illegals from Romania or Abania or somewhere because if they were Greek there were other options… not that whoring or whorehouses were rare in Greece even then.

That’s the other thing about greece, it’s afghanistan or kurdistan with a few bits of stunted growth, olive trees and just big bonsai, they live a thousand years because there is only enough goodness in what passes for soil to grow a few mm a year, living off the land in Greece as a forager is HARD, will easily kill you hard, and it is a cold place in winter, and sunny enough for tourism in summer, and yes there is 2000+ years of history, but if you avoid the tourist groups and actually wander around the ancient places (Napflion for example) you don’t feel like you are treading in history, you feel like you are walking over a place that got nuked every 100 years for the last millennium, history is not a 10 year old whore, it is the same whore 80 years later.

The 10 year old whore is just the mark of the start of another cycle in history.

And that’s what gelled, there are no more young teen girls that look like young teen girls, because those times have passed, rather like when I went to school, there were no fat bastards in the annual school photo, and fat bastards were seen with scorn, because everyone else came from a common culture of hard times and austerity, and gluttony was despised.


February 4, 2013

BBW – Blatantly Bullshitting Wimminz

While I am the first to admit to, and complain of, the sort of drop down list or radio button choices presented on many websites, thinking personally that none of the available options are correct, and then choosing the least wrong one… there are limits…

So for example being in my fifties I can no longer claim to be “athletic”, on the other hand I could still get into the trousers I wore at 16 as my waistline has not changes, so “slim” it is, even though I don’t consider myself slim, but the next one up, average, isn’t for me either, I only have to look out the window to confirm this.

Back in the seventies a D cup was a fairly big tit, and even then everyone, men and women alike, knew that cup size = tit size, so a 36-24-36 C cup and a 36-24-36 B cup were notably different.anya_001_p_078

But then whatever happened, put it down to processed foods, sedentary lifestyles, cosmetics and lotions and pills, whatever you like, body sizes have been growing, and with them tit sizes.

Late last year I was with a chick for a while, she was what you would call a “fat bird”, there was fat everywhere there shouldn’t have been, but she was young enough and fit enough that none of it had yet been affected by gravity and started to sag, so it wasn’t revolting, it was more cuddly, but the main attraction was GG cup tits. (the pic above is GG cup)

GG cup is significantly bigger than the human head, even on this fat bird they looked massive, frankly if she had been 36-24-36 they would have looked freakish and “uncanny valley” and quite unreal and totally photo-shopped or CGI‘d

The interesting thing about the human head is it is the one part of the human body with the least variation in size across individuals.

So there is this other bitch on the swinging site with, she claims, a pair of GG’s, so I look at her profile pics, and her tits are fucking MAYBE half the size of the girl I was banging, while her body was at least as big, plus, it had all started to sag south with gravity.

The chick in question MAY have been an E cup, so technically I can let the BBW thing go, yeah, she is a Big Busted Wimminz (no, it NEVER meant Big Beautiful Wimminz), but she is a fat bitch BBW.

So I get a wink yesterday morning, from a self described BBW, right away I am suspicious because it is the usual fat bitch photo composition, head and shoulders and bit of cleavage and not much else, but what the fuck as she sounds kinky enough, so I’ll play along for a while.

First thing I says “babe, send me some pics that show all of you, not just that stuff on your profile pix

Nobody who has been reading this blog is in any illusions that wimminz can’t wait to send nekkid porno pics of themselves to a prospective cock… so time passes, and with each passing hour, we are still doing the odd text, I am still asking where my pix are, she is still making excuses about being busy, so with each passing hour I am revising upwards the probable land whale factor.

Eventually the pic arrives, and I will spare you the trauma of sharing it here.

The tits *may* be D cup, but it’s hard to tell because really they are just sagging and flabby and resting like deflated balloons on a beach ball, the upper torso is a triple wide rear slick of pink blubber, but it’s got a flat or it’s all distorted like a dragster slick, there is a fold that goes where the belly button would normally be, and this fold wraps completely around the body as far as I can see from the pic, if you are thinking of the gap between a close spaced pair of rear duallies you’re on the right track, and so we move south to what is traditionally referred to as the spare tyre, more double wide flabby pink slick, and this also hangs gravity style, I presume there is a cunt under there somewhere, there is no way to tell, there could be 8 inches of swinging cock and it would be concealed behind the drooping blubber.

Under this are two “relatively” slimmish legs, but the skin of the left and right legs is touching in a solid mass all the way down to the calf, about 12″ off the ground.

You know that feeling you get when you just fucking KNOW what the other person is expecting you to say…

I can tell, I am supposed to say something nice, something complimentary, something supportive, and while her body is big enough, so is Canada, that don’t make it easy to find nice things to say about it, when you were hoping to get transported to BC is summer, and you got transported to Sudbury, post apocalypse…

You’re a fucking fat bitch innit” I say, because she has rang me to chase up the compliment, because it has been several minutes of silence from me, no texts no nothing

This doesn’t go down to well, so I try to resolve the issue by asking her why she eats so much yet also clearly has so many issues with her own body image.

Suddenly all trace of the submissive slut disappears, to be replaced with a whiny shouty arrogant entitled fat bitch, which coincides with the CIA trying to hack my phone and causing the call to be dropped…. >;*)

I am hesitant to say that all fat bitches have a severe fucking attitude problem, because I might thus give the impression to the less experienced men out there that slim wimminz are NAWALT, and that simply ain’t so.

What I am saying is that in my experience all fat bitches do not JUST have all the AWALT that all slim wimminz have, they have extra helpings of that too… worst of a bad breed as it were.

I’m reminded of a joke from my youth, when there simply was not the obesity epidemic that there is today;

Why did God make fat people smell?

So blind people could hate them too.

December 17, 2011

Thrice is enemy action

You know the old saying, once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, thrice is enemy action.

Well, if I look around me at the Main Stream Media, I see everything BUT what we fucking well face, both as individuals and society.

The MSM is talking about everything BUT what matters, and it doesn’t make any difference what channel you watch, what periodical you pick up, what news service you subscribe to.

Is this “enemy action“, or is it just that all these people in power and the MSM and the elite really are no smarter than the guy who services your car, and I mean NO SMARTER, NOT ONE IOTA.

So HOW THE FUCK did these assholes ever get into these positions of power and authority?

I’m actually seeing a microcosm of this in my “day job” at the momentCeramics venn diagram

If we look at the Venn diagram in blue, we will get a clue… in this one there are certain areas of being a Potter and being a Ceramicist that overlap, common areas of knowledge and experience.

So in those common areas either one can say “Hey, what are you doing, that is wrong!” to the other one, and in areas bordering those common areas either one can teach and learn from the other a little about the other trade.

Obviously the more you know, the bigger your circle of knowledge, in the diagram to the right the two people are equally proficient at their respective jobs.

In my current situation at work, a multimillion pound project for a Fortune 50 company that if you are a UK citizen you abso-fucking-lutely have heard of, and probably paid money to at some point in your life as well, instead of just the two people, the potter and the ceramicist, there are around a dozen people.

Some of these people’s skills may perhaps overlap, but as you can see from the next Venn diagram, as far as I can tell none of these people even went to the same school of management.

So we have a dozen or more “managers” of various varieties supposedly running this project, but only two of them have ever been in any form of communication with me, and that was decidedly low bandwidth communication.

Down at the bottom of the pile we have me, and two other circles, we have all done this job literally tens of thousands of times before, we can almost do it in our sleep, while the management at the top vary in ability from not having heard of CTRL+F and managing to lock themselves out of their own laptops to one or two who can just about barely do the job in question, in theory, but have never actually done it THEMSELVES.

Naturally, not only do they not listen to our advice on how to do the job, they attempt to tell us how to do the job, then get all stroppy when we tell them that sorry, it does not matter how much you WANT it to be so, that particular command cannot be run without first escalating privileges with the “runas /user” command….

That is the way Winderz is made, it is the way it has alway been made, it is not a plot by us to make you look like an asshole, and no amount of insistence on your part will change how Winderz works, you just make yourself look like an ever bigger asshole and lose whatever credibility you may have been able to salvage, as to your general personality, if not your ability.

At this point I / we get classified as being the problem, and Mr Manager runs away to play with other managers and sycophants while leaving us to get on with the actual fucking job in question, which is a relief to us… a huge relief, to the point where your presence on the job Mr Manager will soon add up to “Take this job and shove it

So we have a peculiar situation where there is no identifiable practical chain of command and communication THAT ACTUALLY WORKS, and yet some policy to take over another corporate behemoth and incorporate their proprietary IT systems with your proprietary (Windows XP SP2, lol) IT systems more or less goes ahead and more or less gets done, usually by a tiny majority of actual workers down at the coal face, who together are on less than one of the managers / consultants involved in the project….

So for shits and giggles sometimes I go upstairs and talk to the decimated remains of what was once the corporate IT brain trust, before THAT was all outsourced to India, and listen with hilarity to tales of consultants and managers, hired at £500 per diem on up, tasked with outsourcing and offshoring yet more core tasks to the crowds of Bangalore and Mumbai types who have been flown over to get the Powerpoint and chat scripts, WHO HAVE TO BE TRAINED BY SAID IT STAFF, in order to be able to DO THE FUCKING JOB THEY WERE HIRED TO DO at £500 per diem on up…

…and sadly, it really is a microcosm of how and why our society is so totally fucked up.

I have no power or ability to influence this process, I can stop “playing the game” and get run out of the building on zero notice, and get replaced with another obedient monkey that actually knows which levers to pull and which buttons to press.

I have no ability to communicate their asshole-ness to the little circles at the top of the venn diagram, the management, because that is EXACTLY the sort of communication they exist to block and kill.

Nobody actually gives a fuck, just so long as noses can be kept in the trough and the wheels (however alarmingly they creak) can be kept turning that really is the only game in town, and not because everyone with their nose in the trough is storing up for a rainy day and wants to maximise survivability, but because keeping your nose in the trough is a “Way Of Life” TM for them by now.

So, being the time of year that it is, some of the managers turn up, and a significant pile of the ordered Ipads and X220 stinkpads are appropriated by said managers for “evaluation” and “training” purposes, which means handed to their kids as fucking christmas presents. And then they look at you funny when you refuse to update the asset tracking / movement software to show that item deployed in Gotham City and no longer in stock ready for deployment.

I’ll do my job…” I tell them, “you enter what you like in the database in your name” so they will find a more compliant monkey, or more likely forge the credentials of a recently departed monkey…. lol

Of course it is not theft, and managers do not lie, or cheat, or otherwise engage in all the base and scurrilous tactics that they accuse workers of…. not half….  some of the smarter workers, in “monkey see, monkey do” mode, wait till management have left the building with their Ipads and X220s, and grab a couple for themselves, and edit the records the managers left to show +1 of each taken to Gotham City office for “evaluation” and “training” purposes.

Me? I can’t blame the monkey in question, except for the appalling lack of taste and class, as I said to him while supping my (free) machine coffee, “dude, if it was an Alienware M18x fully loaded (eg £4k) I could understand, but a fucking iPad!!!

Anyway, back to the plot… enemy action? Yes, and to quote someone else, from many years ago, we have met the enemy, and he is us.

So.. lose / lose then…. shrugs… lol Burn baby burn.

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