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November 5, 2012

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I paid for my ticket and had nothing to do with your pregnancy – so I won’t be offering you my seat. Tough.
aargonaut , Birmingham, United Kingdom, 05/11/2012 13:03

A-fucking-men brother.

It appears from the article that those most aware of the scam, wimminz themselves, have the least sympathy for another wimminz trying to pull the same scam on them, welcome to the brave new world you built wimminz.

This reminds me of the scenario where as a single guy you end up in a pub with a couple, and you buy a round, and the man of the couple buys a round, and then they look at you to buy the next round, and you look at them and say “three drinks in the round, the third drinker now needs to buy their share” and look pointedly at the wimminz, who again, being the scam artist themselves, has the least sympathy for my position when I explain it, and starts in on the husband when he says my point is valid, if I am a bit mean…

Still, with less than 48 hours to go before the free world knows that those who control the USA have chosen to stick with the niggerz they know and can control in the white house (the only pre-election promise Obama has kept is buying his kids a fucking rat) we are all set for the wheels to start falling off the wagon, and for certain players to take one of the layers of masks off and reveal their truer faces.

I have talked before about young wimminz who are single mummies who have series of videos of themselves being gangbanged on t’internet, arguably the future for these wimminz and their womb turds is less complex than our current western economies and financial structures… so when the masks come off the future is going to be “Interesting” for a whole lot of people, and when the tears come the response inevitably is going to be a shrug and a “Deal with it!”

Many moons ago I had a crew on a job, the job turned out to be a lot more complex than it initially appeared, and on the other side of the coin was a large venture that was going nowhere until the job was done, and the gods of the costs of downtime started to rear their heads.

I went to the heads of the venture and laid it out, we can do it this way and the downtime bites you in the ass, or we can tear up the current agreement, work till be drop and it costs what it costs, but it is still far cheaper than the downtime, what do you want?

They said do it, so I pulled the crew together and laid it out and asked for any problems, they were not happy, so I asked how much an hour would make them happy, they said 3x the current hourly rate, I said OK, no argument, then two guys said actually I had promised to take the missus shopping tonight, it being a friday night, so I said if I take care of that too will you work.. the crew agreed. I also pulled in a few more casuals for the crew… know any mates who can do this and need some fast money?

The two women were sent taxis, all paid for, and sent to the local hypermarket, all shopping paid for, the other guys in the crew had (multiple) cases of beer brought to the site and placed in their vehicles.

Some one else turned up with copious quantities of cold soft drinks, cold water and smokes, all free, help yourself. Every three hours that person went off and returned with takeaway. A couple of cots were brought along and there is a place to lie down and relax for an hour or two as the need took you.

We worked basically 20 hours straight, which meant in one long day we did five days work, which saved three days downtime for the heads of the large venture, which was orders of magnitude larger than the increased labour costs they were looking at.

More to the point it was good quality work, very very good quality work.

I told the crew to go home and wash up, see you all in two hours at x bar.

I went to the heads of the large venture and we all went to the bank together, they drew a wad of cash and paid me, I went to the bar and doled out an appropriate wad for each guy on the crew.

Everyone was as happy as a pig in shit, even the wives were happy.

The heads of the large venture called me and invited me around for drinks, they were very impressed, liked my style, I told them that a very old man gave me some very good advice years ago about what it meant to be a good manager.

A good manager is a two way bullshit filter, he stops the guys on the shop floor being hassled by the upper management, and he stops the upper management having to deal with workers issues

They offered me a job on the spot, I said thanks but declined, they handed me their cards and said if ever I changed my mind.

I did not tell them the real reason I did not take the job, the other bit of advice from that guy, “Never work for anyone who knows less than you.

That came out of left field, but I think it is relevant to November 2012 just before the US elections and before the wheels fall off the circus car that is our western fiscal policy.

It would be hard to imagine people who know less than those currently at the wheel, and this is endemic across business and politics and finance.

The heads of the large venture never made the connect between the fact that they needed the services I provided, and the fact that most the of “grunt” employees were Filipino’s on peanuts.

That was 1988, and shit has gone downhill since then.

Commenter “aargonaut” above in the daily fail gets it, so very few do…

August 12, 2012

True Love

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:06 am

Had a message from a commenter, regarding the latest “we must support the wimminz” thread over at the spearhead, which copied and pasted a comment from Andie (a wimminz) who sez;

I agree that women must take on other women. We must. But its scary. They can do a lot to ruin our lives.

We cannot do this without men. If you do not back us, we are lost.

Isn’t that what Price is saying?

Well, I’m reminded of an old french guy I met on my travels many moons ago.

We were doing the breton thing, house red 50/50 with a carafe of water, smoking, nibbles, shooting the shit, watching the world walk by.

He’s sat at the table outside the bar with his compatriots, looking at the German tourists, and muttering loud imprecations to “le boche” because, you see, he was part of the resistance during the war.

One day a frenchman and his wife were walking by, this old chap did his le boche routine, and the frenchman said something to him, whereupon he went fucking ballistic at the frenchman and his wife…. rapid fire gallic tirade that started out “en coulet tu merde…” which is why I picked up on it… my schoolboy french went that far at least.. lol

Afterwards, I asked what the fuck that was all about, so he told me;

During the war, that fucker was full of apologies for why he couldn’t actually do anything about the germans, it was always too dangerous, so we in the resistance died one by one, then one night the germans pull out and late the next morning the allies roll into the village, we in the resistance are hiding out in the fields and watching from a distance, because, you know, you don’t trust anything after a while, maybe the germans will push back, maybe the luftwaffe will come in, maybe they aren’t actually allies and it is a trap, so what do we see, THAT fucker leading the victory parade and acting like a little general who kept the germans from destroying our village.

So we talked some more, he tells me that after the war that fucker was mayor three times, and of course all the women who fucked the germans while their own men died voted for him, well, they had a common history to rewrite, was how he put it.

You see..” he tells me “.. your generation must remember, these types, when they wanted something it is always we cannot do this without you or we are lost, and whenever we wanted something it is always we cannot do this for you or we are lost, and whenever we say fuck it we do it ourselves anyway, they are we cannot have you do this or we are lost

So when I get sent the above quoted comment from a wimminz on the spearhead, it immediately triggered the memory of the old gaul and that summer forty years after the war, and it still being s fresh as yesterday to that old man.

When that old man was out in the rain and cold and mud sabotaging train tracks and phone lines fighting the war, the future mayor was ticked up in a warm bed sound asleep, after having explained how actually fighting was too risky and inconvenient, until liberation day, and then, well, why if it was not for them…..

Forty years later he muttered about le boche, but they were after all the enemy, and while he may not have respected them, he knew what they were, mainly boys like him, miles from home and following orders, but he did not look at any of them and think I wish I had killed you 40 years ago, however that is exactly how he thought of the ex mayor, sure, he was bretagne and on the same side and all that, but he exemplified everything about la belle France that the old man was NOT fucking fighting for.

The old man will be long dead now, and while I did indeed forget for a while, I have eventually done what he asked me to do, and remember in this generation the shit he had to to eat in his, too little too late, but what the fuck, better late than never, so salut Arnau.

That old mayor, he was the embodiment of what Napoleon was railing against when he called England a nation of shopkeepers, everything is for sale, and the price is always negotiable, no offer so low and insulting you get thrown out of the store for life.

This is what everyone forgets about Europe, we all white boys in a homogenous melting pot, except we aren’t, there are subspecies that cross national boundaries, and this was why, the REAL reason why, periodically everyone in Europe turn on the jews, because of the tendency to never treat an offer as so low and insulting you get thrown out of the shop for life, there is always room for negotiation.

There is another group, like old Arnault, one day you’ll insult them too far and they throw you out of the shop for life, line in the sand, fuck it, I ain’t running no more.

You want to actually understand what is going in in the PIIGS and else where WRT the EU economy, you’ll never make any sense of it unless you realize that the important groups are not this political party or that economic group, but the much older sub-species that are not on racial lines so much a hardwired genetic behaviour lines, those who no matter what the situation will try and negotiate and way out, and those who will draw a line in the sand and say fuck it, ain’t running no more.

Take any GEOGRAPHIC location you like, from a whole country to a small village like Arnau’s, you’ll get that spread of attitudes, and people like the mayor, who will genuinely believe that overall their attitudes and collaboration saved lives in the village, and the Arnau’s. who will agree that lives in the village were saved, just the wrong ones, and the wrong ones were sacrificed to save them.

Wimminz like Andie wearing with pride the badge that says they are a loving and devoted wife and mother version 1.0, and an ardent believer in and supporter of the MRM, ‘cept, you know, it’s nasty and scary out there in the fields in the rain in the cold and dark, they have a use.

They are a litmus test.

Everyone who does NOT tell them to GTFO in no uncertain terms is the enemy…. sure, 30 years time Andie may end up mayor, she’ll survive, and she’ll make sure some other birds of the same feather do too, but only by collaborating and selling out the hawks.

It is, after all, the passive’s strategy to passing on their DNA in the face of stronger competition.

Andie says I agree that women must take on other women. We must. But its scary. They can do a lot to ruin our lives.We cannot do this without men. If you do not back us, we are lost (note the inclusive language, there ain’t no WE, bitch) which is really just a variation on Let’s you and him fight, and I’ll fuck the winner

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