Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

December 18, 2012


I often get a lot of emails and stuff, and recent posts seem to have suggested to certain sectors of my readership that I have an new and special wimminz in my life, and am about to renounce AWALT in favour of NAWALT.

I meet all kinds of wimminz, from the outrageous sluts / skanks / psychos through all the variations and hamster wheel rationalisations in a form of pyramid where the better the quality the wimminz, the rarer she is.

Yes, it is true to say that currently there is a wimminz in my sphere that is in many ways pretty fucking exceptional, exceptional enough for me to respect somewhat and care for somewhat.

For the purposes of this post we will call her “Jane”you-see-that-its-a-kitchen-now-get-back-in-it-sad-hill-news

Does this make her NAWALT?

Does it fuck…

It is not even this exceptionally good wimminz own personal qualities and attributes that determines whether or not she is a NAWALT, she is, sadly, an AWALT, because this is the only sane response, because in every way that matters she is the same as the depths of the slutty skanky psycho skank ho pool.

Fact is, as a human being, this particular wimminz is about as far removed from my FRA wielding psycho skank ho ex as you can get and still have tits and a cunt.

Fact is, in law, and therefore status with respect to me, this particular wimminz is absolutely identical in every way to my FRA wielding psycho skank ho ex.

The ONLY FUCKING THING THAT MATTERS is what it says on her birth certificate and mine in the bit where it lists the sex of the baby, if it says “female” then it trumps “male” in the law, every time, every area, no exceptions.

But wait, it gets worse.

The only changes I can make to the relative status of myself, and ANY wimminz, is to marry the bitch, and the only changes that makes are negative ones for me…

She gets power of attorney, ownership of all my shit (and you will know what that shit feels like when you come home one day and find your darling wife tried to sell your harley while you were away, and only your mate prevented it by being smart enough to claim he was owed 50% of the value of the bike in work and so had a prior lien) priority (over me) access to all my shit, and in return I get liability for all debts and mortgages and loans in her name, even if they were taken out by her before I ever met the bitch.

Speaking frankly, if there were ANY justice in the law, any man marrying a wimminz would be excluded for all of the above by way of insanity, but the law plays it the other way and deems the man insane and therefore the wimminz should be placed in charge of all of his shit, and his future earning and reproductive capacity, and his life and liberty.

It’s not the brand new showroom jaguar with delivery miles that will get ya, it’s the 200k mile clunker that is what you get when you split up, and she decides allegations of DV / FRA is an easy way to get custody. They ALL turn into 200,000 mile clunkers the instant you split.

However, there are three vital things you need to grasp;

  1. I can never change the bit on my birth certificate that says “male”
  2. I can never change the law.
  3. I can never escape from all interaction with wimminz.

I might as well complain about gravity of the orbit of the earth, tilting at windmills…

So what is left?

What is left is dealing with reality.

I treat “Jane” in exactly the same way I treat the skankiest pump and dump cumslut that I will voluntarily interact with for kinky sex, I still archive all my SMS messages with her to the cloud, I still archive all my emails with her to the cloud, I still archive my location (Smartphone with GPS and Google Latitude / Location history) to the cloud, and google calendar, to the cloud, I just turn all that shit up to 11.

I make sure everything is littered with exculpatory evidence should there ever be a future allegation of DV or more… see point #3 above, and stories of random men being selected by wimminz as their alleged rapist…. “jane” is my fucking alibi, both against any putative future allegations by her, and against any putative future allegations by any other wimminz.

Single men be “creepy”

“Jane” is camouflage.

The only thing that astonished me is that this shit is not so obvious to so many readers who felt compelled to either tell me that I was not a real MRA any more or trying to warn me about the pussy trap or falling for NAWALT.

My bro back in the day was smarter than that when the wife (now ex of course) turned up with the guy she had sold my harley to, zero advance warning and he knew the only fucker taking my bike away from where I left it was me, and if he just said no she would call the po-lice to get “her” property.

I was smarter than that when I knew I was going away for a bit, so didn’t leave my only valuable possession of my own at “home” in her “care”

I wasn’t dumber when I hooked up with the psycho skank ho ex (not the same as the harley incident ex) it is just that the technology wasn’t fucking around then.

Now it is.




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