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May 18, 2014

The man with the 80lb brain and an IQ of 75

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:18 pm

Picture him, if you will, some grotesque creature from a Star Wars spaceport saloon, all head with a tiny withered body, barely able to process enough food to support the brain, with nothing left over for locomotion and action.

Even if his IQ was 750, he has no locomotion, and withered limbs, he cannot build his own shelter, fix an engine, or climb.

He would be dependent entirely on an army of minions to turn his thoughts into acts, and feed him, carry away his wastes, move him from place to place.

The only time this ever worked in nature was not when intellect was invoked, but the exact opposite, breeding, the queen ant / bee / etc insect colony, and even there, the queen has to first produce her own correctly sexed workers before she can bloat into an eater and breeder.

Even then, for the individual queen concerned, we are talking a dead end street, there is no going back, getting out, starting over, none of that good stuff.

But, in our case, because the brain is so big and complex, it doesn’t actually achieve anything, there are innumerable engineering examples where a brutally simple feedback system (that often apes nature) vastly outperforms any computationally controlled alternative, and does it on almost no power, and with almost no mass, volume, complexity, or anything else… so our vast 80 lb brain spends much of it’s own time and energy just trying to keep itself organised and operational, and indeed communicating with itself across the relatively massive internal distances involved.

Few people today actually realise that the speed of light, or, more accurately the slightly slower speed of electricity in a conductor, is the limiting factor in silicon chips such as the CPU and GPU and RAM in your PC.

The speed is finite, and so the maximum time it takes for a signal to travel from one side of the chip to the other and back again becomes a hard limit for the clock frequency of the device.

A CPU 100,000 miles across would contain an almost unimaginable number of transistors etc, in theory it would be unimaginably powerful, but the laws of physics mean it would not be able to run much above 1 Hz, if it actually made it that high, s0 unless you can re-code a task such as going from off to a working windows desktop in 7 CPU cycles it just got hammered by my socket 2011 i7 CPU running at 3.5 GHz, and the fact is, my socket 2011 i7 PC gets hammered in boot up time by my auto-ranging multimeter, and yes, it is a fair comparison, it is an embedded digital device, just because it performs a different task does not mean the basic principles cannot be compared and contrasted.

A drooling idiot with an IQ of 25 can be quite effective in the physical world, but there is no brain to either direct intelligent action, or to take intelligent instruction.

Deviating slightly for a moment….

In my day job I’m reasonably well known for taking the GI approach to the job, the tools the company issue me are limited and mainly cheap crap, I have *far* better stuff myself at home, but I don’t use any of it for my day job.


GI. Government Issue. If the company wanted me to have more or better tools, they would have issued them to me, and the problem with taking your own tools is they increase your abilities, and that way lies mission creep, you going into areas that are outside the original scope of the work you have been assigned, and going off the reservation this way is never rewarded in the long run, sooner or later it will *always* bite you in the ass.

So I’m having a conversation last week with a project manager, one of the big ongoing contracts, he is ringing me to see how a particular site went and if I did this and that, it’s not rocket science, but apparently a lot of the guys are still screwing up.

So a comment was made that ll you had to do was use your brain, and I said to him, if the fucking company wanted me to have a brain, they should have issued one, or paid me for the one I have, as it is, I use my brain for CYA mode, and I cover my ass by not making obvious screw-ups, hell, it makes *my* life easier and more peaceful.

I got a nervous laugh from him, Mr corporate project manager didn’t have an answer for that one.

But, and here is the point, and no, I am NOT looking back with rose tinted glasses here, the younger guys working for the company, a *significant* proportion of them are fucking clueless, oh sure, like wimminz, they can complete tasks that allegedly display this thing called intellect or intelligence, they can study and pass tests, all sorts of good shit, but, they also regularly pull WTF stupid shit, and no, it ain’t a thing about age or experience… I can look at them and fucking SEE that they are NOT using their brain, they are instead grasping at straws, looking for a “solution” that apparently fits.

This is what the niggerz last week was doing, the one who was trying to get me to do something that would give him the solution he wanted, even though it would have been the wrong thing to do, quite apart from the fact it would not have rectified the problem that did exist.

See, here *is* a thing that comes with age and experience, and is not just a function of intellect, so pay attention at the back there, you are about to learn something important to your own life from an old(er) cunt who has seen and done it all, in fucking stereo man…

You know those people who can never admit that they are wrong, that they fucked up, and they are the one that caused this problem?  … and no, I don’t just mean wimminz here, this is niggerz too, like the cunt from last week.

Here is the thing, intelligence isn’t *just* about not fucking up, sure, it helps to minimise the frequency and extent, but you will still fuck up now and again, and sure, *here* is where age and experience helps, it minimises this shit, but that’s just a factor, you’ll still fuck up now and again, and intelligence is not just about spotting when you have fucked up PDQ after you have fucked up, and stopping you from digging a deeper hole for yourself, intelligence is really about ANALYSIS, ok, I clearly fucked up here, now, HOW, what did I miss, what did I do wrong, how do I make sure I can stop the problem getting any worse, how do I rectify it, does this require I get someone else in on it and brief them fully… all that good shit.

If you lack that intelligence, ergo, you lack the ability to say “hey, I fucked up, here is where I think I went wrong”… if you cannot compute the processes required to come to the self realisation that you were wrong, you cannot know you were wrong.

That leads to fear and insecurity, because if you cannot know you were wrong, then by simple logical neither can you *know* when you are right, so when something happens, instead of being OK, there is a problem here, but I know it has fuck all to do with me, so let’s have a look and see if we can sort it, your first reaction is OK, there is a problem here, I hope to fuck it wasn’t something I did, I better not do anything to attract any investigation into that, I know, I’ll just blame this other fucker.

So now we are back to the man with the 80lb brain, and yeah, I’m talking analogies and metaphors for modern society, it isn’t just that the brain itself is consuming a disproportionate amount of the body’s resources, and leaving a body too weak to be motive or effect or create or alter, it is that the brain itself is consuming too many of its *own* resources just keeping basic functions going that there is nothing left over for higher functions or intellect.

So when the skanky ho, who thinks she might just have a potential mark in me, sends me a communication, it is self evident that what she chose to say to me is the message she wants me to get (understand well the difference between the message person A wants person B to receive, and reality) is that she is off to secure her inheritance, but, having an INTELLECT, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to fall, and sure enough it does, the lawyer is asking for too much money, well what a motherfucking surprise bitch, so I text back saying that’s too bad, you’ll just have to find another method that you can afford, and….  crickets

So when the other skanky ho, who thinks she might have a potential mark in me, has given me the usual bollocks, and instead of the hoped for response I get back to her with OK babe, that’s all fine and shit, but what are you REALLY after on okcupid… crickets

So when the guy who thinks he has a potential fall guy in me, and instead of the hoped for response to his “I want you to write on the form that this stuff ain’t working” gets a “Not happening, that is NOT what that form is for” and he doubles down…  crickets, from me….  OK, fuck you he thinks, pull that shit out of the rack, if it ain’t installed nobody can find out where the problem is, and if it is my fuckup or not.

So when I bill my company for overtime to write up what happened, what I did etc, and they think I am just pulling a “I dunno what went wrong, but I hope it ain’t me, so I’ll write this shit to cover my ass and deflect any blame” and I get crickets back from them, it’s only cos they don’t realise that corporate email from me to them is my future potential get out of jail free card, and my who is “we” motherfucker, you got a mouse in your pocket? card, and my play with the sharpest knife in the fucking drawer you get cut, card.

But the bottom line here, take it from me, the brain, as in the intellect, is in many ways a muscle like any other, if you don’t exercise it, it atrophies.

It is also important to know the difference between animal cunning and intellect, animal cunning is good enough for 99% of life, but that other 1%, it is no substitute for intellect, and that other 1% comes into everyone’s life.

I can also tell you, for an observed fact, that that particular muscle is getting a *lot* less exercise in the population as a whole than it used to when I was a kid…

OK Cupid is fucking FULL of stupid motherfuckers who think the Earth is bigger than the Sun, a Kilometre is longer than a Mile, STALE is to STEAL as 89475 is to.. is a fucking MATHS question, and the evolution (vs creationism) has no place being taught in schools.

April 8, 2014

Dreams are what it means

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 9:02 pm

So you’re having a dream, and next thing you know you’re riding in a vehicle that you know is scrapped, rapping with a guy you know is dead, discussing some shit that happened yesterday, and then you’re flying, it’s all crazy impossible shit, but it’s just a dream hey….

… so then some fuckwit will talk about interpreting dreams, how they are the mind’s way of sorting shit, analysing shit, filing shit… it’s all bollocks.

It’s all bollocks because dreams are just the ripples on the surface of the mind, of course in a dream, nothing that breaks the dream is permitted, because after all, this isn’t a scenario being run in the whole mind, you may well have 16 gigs of ram in there, but that shit is asleep, and the dream is just an 8 kilobyte demo being run in the on board cache, it just doesn’t have the processing power to run a proper simulation, so not only are corners cut and reality suspended for the duration, but the very fact that corners have been cut and reality has been suspended is itself prohibited from being seen… there just ain’t the system resources.

Back in the day I played with dogs and acid, I was on the acid, the dogs weren’t, but I got an insight into small brain size, intellect wise, you can process shit in great detail, but only one thing at a time, easy to get distracted, or surprised, and the last thing you were doing is just forgotten man.

So I’m chatting to one of my fellow employees today over a coffee or three after yet another pointless job, we’re shooting the shit, and it gets to HQ staff, which includes some of the wimminz, who are as much use as tits on a bull… and we discuss the latest piece of insanity from a skank ho I used to pump and dump before she got too crazy for me to put up with.

So he says to me “Do you think all wimminz are crazy then?

So I look at him and think for a moment, and say “It is interesting, the way you phrase that question, you have a default assumption that all wimminz are not crazy, and I must argue that they are…. What if that is not the case, why start from an assumption that being crazy is not the default state for wimminz?

Which gets us into a potentially difficult discussion about what is the definition of crazy, before we can say crazy is a default yes or no assumption for all wimminz.

Except it isn’t, to me, all that difficult, if you listen to the words people actually use, eventually they are telling you all about themselves, not what they SAY, or CLAIM, but the words they actually use, for example wimminz will talk about another chapter, like their life is a fucking book, eg a fucking fictional novel…. hello… did you listen?

And the best / easiest layman’s description that I can come up with that answers the question, WHAT THE FUCK, when some insane act or deed or words come out of a wimminz, is this.

It’s all a fucking dream.

Corners are cut and reality is suspended for the duration, and the 9 million ton elephant in the corner is the fact that corners are cut and reality is suspended for the duration.

What’s the phrase you hear an old man use time and time and time again when talking to a young man who is cunt struck from hanging around wimminz all the time.

Fucking wake up boy.

Listen to the words.

The yanks (used to) say “airhead”, but it means the same thing, the bitch’s skull is full of dreams, and not dreams like men mean, dreams about being a racing driver or shit, but DREAMS, dreams that embody cut corners and suspended reality, ludicrous, preposterous, stupid shit that no conscious waking intellect could maintain.


So, lets do some empirical analysis.

You wish to achieve a change from state A to state B in a wimminz.

You have two options, which one is a logical conscious male brain likely to select as the strategy most likely to work, and what will an experienced red pill mother-fucker tell you will actually work?

1/ I’m the man you’ve always dreamed of, and you’re my bitch.

2/ I’m a reliable and practical man with a trade and many skills, you’ll never have to worry about your car breaking down or the washing machine door refusing to open, I have a good job, the family is healthy so genetically our kids would be good…. yadda yadda yadda.

We have already stipulated the the REASON corners are cut and reality is suspended in dreams is simply because the tiny piece of the brain doing the dreaming simply does not have the processing capacity for anything that complex.

How the fuck do you expect option #2 in blue above to fit into said 1k input buffer without destroying the whole dream state?

Wake the fuck up boy.

Here is a FUCKING FACT for your waking and conscious intellect to process.

You KNOW, either first or second hand, of a whole fucking raft of cases where a wimminz wakes up, having dreamt that her boyfriend cheated on her, and proceeds to give him a fucking hard time for what the dream him did to the dream her, and when he, quite logically, says WTF bitch, you’re giving me shit for something YOU dreamt about in YOUR fucking head, she gets even more irate on his ass….

You KNOW that shit actually fucking happens in the real world.

Is there any way you can explain this shit away in a rational conscious intellect?

Or is it the sort of thing that can only fly in dreamland when you’re riding with a dead guy in a car tat got crushed ten years ago, discussing something that happened to you yesterday, when the car suddenly starts flying….

So why not start with a default assumption that being crazy is the natural state for wimminz, and the definition of crazy in this context meaning to live in a fucking dreamworld.

I mean, really, you take the high all bitches are sane road, and I’ll take the low all bitches are crazy road, and I’ll be in poontang land afore ye…

September 8, 2013


It really does bother me how widespread ignorance has become, it bothers me more how profound those levels of ignorance are.  I don’t have to give examples here, you can all think of them, from lack of basic education in maths / science / history to genuine dumbass stuff.


It is a mistake to equate lack of intellect and education with lack of cunning, and it is a truism that those with some intellect and education vastly under-estimate the efficacy of raw cunning, usually by claiming it is not applicable here.

I spent much of this weekend talking to, and listening to, some of the gutter yoof of today, mid to late teens stuff, and of course I was their age once, and I have a functioning memory, so I can see where a lot of their shit is coming from, but I can also see some remarkable shifts in degree, in many areas.

I spark up a cigarette, I know smokes aren’t a health food, but cancer is a possibility / probability some time down the line, it is not an immediate concern, immediate concerns are I want a smoke, a coffee and a blowjob…. these are things I want today, I’m not going to forgo those pleasures today, because there is no guarantee I get anything tomorrow, so I grab it when I can.

Discussions about Syria or the petrodollar or fiat currencies are discussions you can’t have, they don’t know and they don’t care, they care about what is in reach, right here, right now.

Discussions and plans for tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, those are for rich cunts, even paying the landlord at the end of the month, that’s a long way away, here and now ain’t.

Making a series of instant gratification choices as they are presented by opportunity doesn’t require any intellect, nor does knowing any of 200 or so “trigger phrases” that can be spurted out on demand to produce a pavlovian response in whoever they are said to, for immediate advantage to the sayer, whether it is how to get a “loan” out of the social security to how to bullshit the po-lice or the magistrate.

I haven’t done drugs for years, many years, but when I was young I did, and me being me, if it was worth doing, it was worth doing to excess.

To put it bluntly, I spent months at a time, with the odd very rough day interspersed when I was straight, and I was hanging out with, according to common knowledge, the most dangerous and despicable elements of society, and I am not stupid enough, even under a blogging pen name decades later, to put any of it down in writing in any detail, but I laughed real hard when I first read some of Hunter Thompson‘s stuff, hey bro.

During this period I was particularly fond of acid, and so I spent a lot of time totally whacked on the stuff, and came to understand dogs extremely well indeed, and by extension, people.

If you ever really wanted to know what it would be like to be a creature with a smaller brain, but still an intelligent creature, such as a dog, just do loads of acid and spend time with your dog, preferably out in the woods.

Life gets sliced up into lots of small things, and those things absorb your entire attention, until the next thing intrudes and pushes that moment away to make way for the next.

If I say “vinegar” you can taste and smell it, and if I think of one of those times out in the woods with the dog, I can smell not just that dog, but that breed of dog, and to this day I can recognise that breed of dog by how they smell, it’s a good smell, I had good times with my dog.

If you had been around in that area at that time (late seventies) you might on one occasion have seen a guy in leathers sat on a proper outlaw hardtail chop, one built to run and run fast and corner well, in a car park of one of the new supermarkets, high on acid and toking on a spliff with a sawed off shotgun casually leant against the sissy bar, while my bro was off in the supermarket in question, it was his gun, he left it with me to go in and take a bottle of scotch, I can’t remember your faces, or the exact town or supermarket, or the exact month or year, or what specific reason the guy was carrying for that day, I remember there was one, but can’t remember what it was, I can’t remember much about worrying about the po-lice, or anything else.

I can remember in very great detail the sunlight showing off the engraving on the stock, and noticing and marvelling at the similarities to the engraving on the sissy bar, and realising (duh) with a whoosh that REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED who did the engraving on the sissy bar for me was a gun smith too, and next thing I know my bro is back with the bottle of whiskey, “time to boogey” he says, and off we go.

I can remember later than day a veritable convoy of po-lice vehicles surrounding us, they were looking for a couple of bikers with guns, we didn’t have any, my bro had gone off and done whatever it was and returned, apparently without the gun, I didn’t know and never thought to ask until after the po-lice left us, we weren’t the ones they were looking for, we had no weapons, and all bad-ass bikers look alike to the straights, and it was all no big deal, over as soon as it was over.

Just one of many many many moments in a life lived moment to moment, thanks to the intervention of drugs in my case rather than any innate don’t give a fuck attitude, and yet I slid through it all relatively unharmed and unscathed, simple animal cunning was what did it.

I really do have to stress that point, whatever intellect and “what about tomorrow, and next week, and next month” smarts I had were suppressed, chemically in my case, but the method doesn’t matter, the results do.

Even functioning only on animal instinct, it is extraordinarily hard to truly fuck up, because said animal instinct is a *lot* smarter than we want to accept, intellectually, and yet, it is only there as a by product of millions of years of evolution, it SHOULD be good at this shit.

I had occasion to go back to that area some time ago, and bumped into some people who knew me, or knew of me, back then.

Much to my surprise, and disquiet, I apparently had an awesome reputation as a very mean, very dangerous, very badass individual.

How the fuck can you possibly say that, I never hurt anyone or did anything to anyone!” was my reply.

No,” the guy says, “you were way too cold and smart for that.

What the fuck are you on about?” I ask him, while noting that he is growing uncomfortable, he is thinking I am angry with him, thinking about my past, that he thinks he knows about.

He tells me, “I was sat right here, and you were sat right over there, and REDACTED who wasn’t exactly a big softie say something about ya missed me cos of beer coming out of a bottle, and you just jerked the bottle and it spurted out and hit him in the face and said no I didn’t

Now that he mentioned it, I did sort of recall the incident in question, he continues..

so REDACTED grabs the bottle from your hand, smashes it against the table and raises it to shove it in your face, and he freezes, and the whole fucking pub goes quiet watching, and there you are, as usual, no expression on your face, looking at him right in they eye, with that small smile of yours.. no reaction, no flinching, nothing, stone cold bastard, waiting to see what he would do, and after a few second he puts the bottle down and walks away

I tell him, “dude, I was on acid 24/7, you don’t think, you don’t plan, you don’t analyse, you feel, you react, you experience.

I could tell, he wasn’t buying it, and trotted out a couple more stories, to which I gave him the exact same answer, he still wasn’t buying it, but then, he had never done acid.

My dog was smarter than him, my dog would not have needed the explanation, yowf…

Heinlein kinda said it in his 1941 short story Logic of Empire

But it is intellectual mind defending itself by ascribing intellect and intent to actions by others that outwit it, because to accept otherwise is to accept that intellect does not trump everything else.

You got outwitted by a dumbass, dumbass.


Any “education” that does not, as a priority, teach the student about the inherent dangers and weaknesses of that education, is itself suspect.

Back when I was being taught engineering, much of what I was taught was what engineering could not do, and the myriad ways in which things could go wrong, and leave you worse off than when you started.

A simple example is using plastic metal to “fix” a leaking compression fitting, the correct fix is strip the union, clean it up, new olives and maybe some PTFE tape, once you use plastic metal you have to cut the offending section of pipe out and make a new one.

Engineering is no longer taught this way.

Nor, it seems, is anything else, from economics through politics to sociology.

And it is these “last week I couldn’t even spell engineer, now I are one” types that rule the roost, they have an education, they know this because they have been told it is so, not by any empirical analysis.

And while I would not wish to praise the total lack of education of the yoof of today, and to a slightly lesser extent those in their twenties, and a slightly lesser extent those in their thirties, the less edumakayshum you are burdened with, the more chance there is for base animal cunning to come to the fore, hopelessly short sighted and amoral as it is.

They are not necessarly burdened by this lack of an edumakayshum, whereas they would all benefit from an education, but that has been systematically destroyed alongside the rise in feminazism and the rise of the state.

June 16, 2012

How to spot the niggerz

For those of you new to this blog, “niggerz” is the term I use to refer to men of all colours and beliefs who still believe NAWALT and support / pedestalise some wimminz….Prometheus, by Gustave Moreau, tortured on Mou...

I spent yesterday in the company of two younger lads, and a guy my age in his fifties.

Doesn’t matter where we were or what we were doing, what matters is the discussions that took place, and when I woke up this morning it became clear to me, in the sense that I had a simple, sort, easy to understand and get phrase that answered the question of how to spot the niggerz.

They run off at the fucking mouth.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I can talk BOTH hind legs off a donkey, but if you tape it and play it back you’ll see that 99% of what I say is in response to things the donkey has said to me, and while much of it may be bollocks, it is HUMOROUS bollocks, e.g. quite clearly all said in fun.

Whereas yesterday, it was just complete fucking bollocks coming from the niggerz, and the thing is, he was quite clearly trying to impress the younger guys with his “experience” and “intellect”.. which is a hard trick to pull off when you forget (because he, in the shape of me, is sitting quietly and listening to your bollocks) that sat in the same room is a guy who is basically the same age as you, but who has also done professionally many of the things you are talking complete bollocks about.

It is harder when you realise that the younger guys are just being polite to the niggerz, and don’t actually buy ANY of his bollocks, so when I chuck in the odd random comment like “The police are not your friends” and “Marriage is for idiots” (The niggerz in question has just got married, for the fourth time) the two younger guys nod vigorously, and the NAWALT niggerz older guy goes quiet for a few seconds, while he dredges up some now avenue for the conversation that will allow him to continue to impress the two younger guys.

Basically he may have had a cock, but he ACTED AND TALKED LIKE A FUCKING WIMMINZ.

He ran off at the fucking mouth.

In short, he was seeking confirmation and approval of his belief systems and choices and attitudes, exactly like a wimminz, and he took the young guys silence as approval to continue, just like a wimminz, and he has no clue they actually have no respect for him, just like a wimminz.

He of course was not a party to the brief conversations myself and the young lads had throughout the day during periods of his absence, in which we discussed shit like video games, movies, and general crap, and we did not discuss in any way, shape or form, the things __I__ have done in my life.

Nor was it lost on the young lads, who followed his “lead” during the day, that throughout the day it was me, the relatively quiet one, who got shit done, every time they finished a task they turned around to discover that I was chilling, having already finished it, and then having to tell them how to ACTUALLY complete the task and get the paperwork done.

One of these quiet conversations without the niggerz present was on movies, and I mentioned that I had just watched Prometheus (downloaded a telesync, it’s not out here yet) and so they asked what I thought of it.

I said it didn’t impress me, the earlier films were far better, this film revolved around two strong empowered wimminz, all the men were fucking useless, and the alien pre-human engineer giants, who were the baddies, were entirely male crewed spaceships, and while the SFX were very good, they added NOTHING to the story line.

I said specifically that there was a total lack of the sort of suspense seen in the early alien films, only the dweeb men get orally raped by the monsters (the strong empowered wimminz lead gives herself an abortion, hear me roar, and she wasn’t orally raped, but fucked by her dweeb boyfriend, who had already been infected by the android, who, being a male android, was also a baddie) and there was also a total lack of any kind of real plot or storyline.

I said they would be far better to spend their time watching a film called Kick Ass, to which they both nodded, seen it, great film.

Modern youth is characterised as being “sullen” and quiet and introverted and only able to relate to their video games, but the fact is as yesterday showed, modern youth are at most polite when letting older niggerz run off at the mouth, and very very very reserved when expected to participate in these sorts of social interactions, because they know that they do not fit in, BY CHOICE.

Get away from all that shit and actually try to relate to them on their terms, forget all the bad boy tattoos and piercings and hoodies and attitude, and suddenly you find that they are just as smart as I was at their age, QUITE aware on EVERY level that nothing in modern society is designed with their welfare in mind, and quite able to discuss and argue vague and complex matters with clear logic.

When I said Prometheus was ruined by the two strong empowered female lead characters, their faces both fell, they did not need to actually say “Awww shit, not AGAIN!” because it was so clearly written on their faces. So they are going to watch Prometheus, but do it the right way;

  1. Download a free warezed copy, thus depriving everyone involved of any revenue.
  2. Invite a bunch of lads around with some beers and eats.
  3. Do a real life “Mystery Theater” where they take the piss and don’t really watch it.

…and as a result they will have a great time… instead of paying 20 quid a head to spend 90 minutes of their lives being indoctrinated with yet more feminazi bullshit.

Which brings us to the end of that 12 hour working day, and as the quiet man (me) is about to drive off they two young lads say goodbye, in a sort of “I see you” equal respectful way, nods at the older niggerz just starting out on his 4th marriage, and makes some snide remark about going home to the big woman.

So I think what the fuck, and say “You know what cunt is nowadays?

And they just look at me and say “You tell me

So I say “You aren’t going to pay to watch Prometheus, you aren’t going to pay to download some music to your phone, you aren’t going to pay, you are just going to take, because you don’t want to give your money to support these people, you will take it for free, or go without, because you will not pay one cent for any of it, that is what warez is….. true?

They both make that mmm, grant you that, shape with their mouths and nod.

So I say “Same with cunt, cunt in 2012 is warez, only assholes pay for it” and nod towards 4th marriage niggerz, and they both laugh, catch you later bro, they say, and I drive off.

So, they way to spot niggerz isn’t so much that they run off at the mouth, though that CAN be a good indicator, but the sure fire 100% guaron-fucking-teed way to spot a niggerz is that they think cunt is NOT warez.

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