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August 29, 2013

The friendzone – from the wimminz side

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 8:04 pm

Oh, how I lol’ed….

I have discussed before how wimminz will never, ever, ever break a so called “friendship” with another wimminz, no matter how horribly that other wimminz behaves.

We all also know all about (thanks in part to the manosphere) that beta male zombie living death known as being friendzoned by a wimminz.

So, what happens when a man friendzones a wimminz, you ask?

I’ll tell you, it’s as if god reached down with a magic eraser and wiped you from said wimminz life in mere moments flat, suddenly you cease to exist, if she had your phone number, email or other electronic contact details, they all get blocked permanently.

Even if said wimminz gets in the shit, she won’t call you, she’d rather walk 5 miles home in the rain and dark.

Mark Twain said something along the lines of it being anger that got men in to trouble, and pride that kept them there, but never were truer words said about the wimminz…

Of course, trifling with a wimminz pride is never a safe occupation, so I would caution against seeing it as a really great way to end a relationshit.

In other news, with the imminent Syria shit, and knock on effect on the economy in general and price of fuel in particular, I can see a lot more wimminz facing the financial wall, so we may see if my often stated observations about wimminz being in need of men to provide for them in exchange for kinky sex hold out true.

I suspect they will.

A recent commenter said that “people do what they wanna do” has to cut both ways, and apply to me to, and he is quite correct in this.

  • I don’t take shit from wimminz or niggerz
  • I fuck skank ho sluts, zero emotional or financial involvement or outlay
  • I live alone
  • I am accepting of the fact that while my lifestyle might not be what I once imagined, or hoped for, or dreamed of, in reality it is sustainable and pretty cosy, and any faults I could find with it are probably of the grass is greener next door variety.

I’m sure you get the idea, so yes, the commenter is right, there are many things that I should be doing that I ain’t, but the flipside is there are very very few things that I am doing that I bloody well shouldn’t be.

One of the things I am doing that I should not be doing is going all Nightrider on the roads, particularly towards other assholes (lol) who are exhibiting signs of road rage towards me.. In the past week there have been three fucks who are all rather fortunate that it is illegal heah-abouts to drive with a loaded 44 automag in the glove box.

The interesting thing is not so much what pisses them off, but what tips them over the edge.

What pisses them off is (here in the UK) the rule of the road is keep left, you ain’t the fastest mother-fucker on the road, and just because YOU are doing 0.1 mph below the legal speed limit, some of us are happy to go faster… that and me just tailgating the cunts till they get the message… OK, I drive like a cunt, or as one observant wimminz said, you drive a car like you’re riding a motorbike.

What sets them off is this fine example of German automotive engineering has automatic everything, and everything includes lights and wiper, and being cautious and practical, this means the lights come on early.

So, cunt up their ass in the fast lane they could possibly deal with, cunt up their ass with headlights on when it is merely cloudy at 3pm, they flip, thinking said cunt has physically reached down and made the decision to put the headlights on to intimidate other drivers.

Yeah, you guessed it, you can only think like that if you are driving a piece of shit Vauxhall or Peugot or some such shitbox, not a German shitbox, and not an 18 month old German shitbox, and not an 18 month old black German shitbox, with a driver wearing a black shirt and tie (you choose, mafiosi / barista / doesn’t give a fuck field tech) but thank fuck no mirror shades.

Those suitably set off tend to fall into one of three categories, wimminz, niggerz sat in their own car with a fucking hi-viz vest on, and ricers.

The thing they ALL have in common is none of the cunts can drive, smooth is fast, placing yourself correctly and then taking a smooth run up you can take 3 or 4 or 5 vehicles at once, driving too close and jerking out at the last moment and planting your foot without selecting the right gear, you hold up every other cunt trying to overtake.

My 2012 eco box German car will return (imperial gallons) around 49 mpg at a sustained 95 mph on a flat dry motorway with no crosswinds, it does that by using a small 1.6 litre 4 pot inter-cooled turbo diesel, which means below 2k on the rev-counter there is no boost and no torque, so if you are trying to hump along a hilly A road such as the A35 south coast road at 85/90 with the occasional spurt to 99 mph, or overtake a couple of arctics and caravans on a hill in one of the few dual lane overtaking spots, you just GOT to be smooth, or the motor will never get you there.

And the point of all this fucking drivel?

Well, if you are gonna be doing something you din’t oughta be doin’, for fucks sake at the very least do it with some style and measure of competence.


September 14, 2011

The Perfect Storm

We are living in a powder keg.

Hopefully it is not too much of a stretch to suggest that those of you who read this blog are smarter than the average bear, you have your eyes and ears open, you use your brain, you are permanently on DEFCON 2 survival mode, probably due to being attacked out of the blue by some skank ex.

Hopefully you have been following some of the links on the Men’s links area on the right with some regularity, despite the fact that they have sweet fuck all, on the face of it, to do with the MRM, but because they are interesting and you are smart enough to see the interconnectedness of all things, and see that global economics and politics and finance all have a very profound effect on the future of Men.

Hopefully, because we really are living in very very interesting times, the world has become a veritable powder keg, and all the major players and busy upending and tipping out the remaining casks of powder to either steal the cask itself and sell it at the market, or to look for gold coins or other valuables hidden within the powder.

It stands to reason, with all the inevitability of an adult watching children playing with matches or a sharp knife, sooner or later someone is going to make a mistake, unfortunately for us, these are not matches or knives, these are the powder keg off the global situation at present.

There are so many players, all with their own agendas, and nobody is playing the responsible adult, nobody is enforcing safety rules and procedures, meanwhile the great unwashed masses continue to be distracted by the MSM and manufactured crises and trivialities, many of them centred around the alleged plight of some skank ho, or group of skank ho’s, or maybe a cute puppy stuck in a drain.

All those who remember the last time we lived in such a powder keg are in their nineties, or pushing up the daisies already, and nobody reads or studies history, the mantra as always is “lessons have been learned” and “that cannot happen now because things are different” and “nobody wants to destroy everything”

As though kids playing with matches want to get burned, and once lessons are learned you become an adult and stop acting like a child, and the only way things change so more kids cannot get burned is the parents who have learned the lessons and become adults supervising the children and keeping them away from matches.

Obviously, none of THOSE things are true, so clearly all the platitudes and excuses are nothing more than hot air.

When you realise that, you realise that the only thing preventing a spark in the powder keg is pure blind luck, not rules, not procedures, not common sense, not enforced safety procedures, not a responsible adult, nor even responsible children.

All we have are children who point to all the other children emptying caskets of powder, who point to all the powder lying around, and who say “it has ever been thus, we are not like the crazy and irresponsible children of yore of which you speak” and who continue to play amongst the spilled powder, all pursuing their own selfish and short term goals.

As Mark Twain said, history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

Something that rhymes with the Great Depression or the Great War is in our immediate future.

How did the wimminz react last time? Well the Pankhurst cunt did a deal with the Prime Minister to hand out white feathers to men on the street to shame them into signing up to become lions slaughtered by donkeys in the quagmire of the Somme, in exchange for the vote for wimminz, who did not, as fucking usual, go anywhere near the front lines…. backed up as usual by a lot of white nighting mangina niggerz who did the dirty work but who themselves mananged to stay far away from the same front lines they were sheperding other men into.

The perfect storm when some stupid self centred child causes the spark in the socio-political-economic powder keg is imminent, and then you men will really begin to understand what it means when the wimminz double down in an attempt to sacrifice anything and everything to preserve and enhance their own priviledged status…

A market collapse allied with USA/UN veto of Palestine admission at the behest of Israel while the rising star of Turkey eclipses the falling pyre of Israel is all it takes, this is effectively taking those children playing in the powder keg and passing out cigarettes and matches.

What could possibly go wrong?

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