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February 25, 2012

I have a confession to make…

…it is a dirty little secret, it is something the wimminz and the secret family courts will not accept.

it is the lesson that men learn, or more accurately, what we become when we learn the lessons that the feminazis teach us, that our children are not our own, that our homes are not our own if we cohabit, that our wages are not our own if we marry, etcetera.

The dirty little secret is this;

  • I don’t give a fuck about my female kids, they will inevitably grow up to be skank ho’s, AWALT
  • I don’t, under the circumstances ***, give a fuck about my male kids, they can however come see me when they get to 16

*** = the circumstances where the secret family courts have intervened, and I am offered all the bills and all the shit end of the parental alienation stick, in exchange for a a couple of hours a month with the fruit of my loins.

When people ask me now if I am going to get married again I tell them straight, why should I look after another man’s daughter?

Fact is, my psycho skank ho ex and the feminazi secret family courts have given me something I could never have taken for myself, out of a sense of duty to my kids, despite what a cunt their mother is, and the thing they have given me is a total and complete break from them all.

So the dirty little secret is the cunts have all done me the greatest service that they could have possibly given me, in the current society, with the current feminazi laws and attitudes.

They have not just given me an education and hit me with a clue by four about the state of society, because I was in some danger of losing my cynicism and getting all rosy eyed when dealing with the kids, they have not just given me my freedom from burden and obligation 24/7 and my freedom from all financial obligations, when I was in danger of sucking it all down and spending what it took at least until the youngest hit 16, and probably beyond, they have not just given me unlimited free access to guilt free skank ho cunt, by removing their cock-blocking selves from my life, they have not just given me back my freedom of expression, by removing their disapproving attitudes and presence from my life, they have given me back my sense of FUN, by fucking off out of my life and taking every last fucking thing associated with them out of my life too.

When daughters start sucking cock at 12 and coming home to skank ho mommy pregnant at 14, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When sons start ruling the roost at 12 and treating skank ho sisters like the filthy sluts they are, and mommy as the bitch that does the laundry etc, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When skank ho mommy tries to get some replacement cock and has to contend with the fact that she has kids at home and any man stupid enough to take her on knows she is already basically past it at late 40’s and a minimum of 10 more years to go before the youngest is out of her hair, home and purse, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

While the youngest has the next ten years to forget who his daddy is before he comes to a place where he can choose to find his daddy and go see him, that knife cuts bot ways too, I have another ten years to forget who my boys are, and hell it has already been three, and yeah it fades…. and already I don’t give a fuck, because nobody gave me a choice (and I suspect that is how the kids will feel)

So I’m going to skip all the torn another pair of school trousers / fighting with your sister again / stole money from mums purse / sucked on the neighbour girls titties shit, and go straight to the “Wanna grab a beer, son?” stage… I already done all the bowel movements and first steps and first “dada” and all that shit, so I don’t give a fuck about what I am “missing”, I won’t be there.

When my skank ho ex’s freaky broke mother and freaky emigrated father finally kick the bucket and its crocodile tears and funeral time, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When the skank ho ex’s body collapses they way wimminz in general do, and the way hers will (see a woman in 20 years, look at her mum now, and her mum looked *fucking* rough 12 years ago) and things dry up and stop working and so on, I don’t give  fuck, I won’t be there.

When the economy crashes and times get hard, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

When psycho skank ho ex has to walk or get the bus or train everywhere, which she does now, all weathers, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.
(I’ll be cruising by in my luxury German auto, laughing my fucking ass off at you peasants standing at the bus stop, like I did today…)

When the grass needs cutting, the leaking radiator needs fixing, the rubbish needs taken out, I don’t give a fuck, I won’t be there.

Let’s be honest and face it, if you hadn’t thrown all this shit at me, I would have been so busy doing all that other shit that I wouldn’t have had much if any *real* quality time with my kids, being around you would have poisoned all that.

Your attempts to “punish” me by taking your cunt, and everything that came out of it, out of my life, has basically been the greatest favour you could have done me, you have set me free…

…that, is my confession, my dirty little secret.

Comparing what I have now, with some FANTASY IDEAL RELATIONSHIP WITH MY SONS THAT I WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN PERMITTED TO HAVE, not as long as you were around, is not a valid yardstick.

Comparing what I have now with what I would have ACTUALLY been allowed to have if you were still around, that’s the key, and frankly I have had all the good years, as mentioned above, seen the first steps, first potty, first dada, I can miss that interim shit and wait for the first beer together.

That’s my dirty little secret, my confession, and trust me on this, if I had let the cunts even suspect that this was my attitude before all the dust settled and all the court cases were done and false accusations and shit had faded away…. well I wouldn’t be here, they would have done far worse, and I would be dead or inside prison for many years to come.

It was soooooooooooo fucking gratifying when it was finally done and dusted, to be able to let my locked in facial expression go and laugh out loud in their faces, because I could see from the facial expression of my psycho skank ho ex, she still thinks she is the catch, and she is punishing me by separating me from her cunt, and everything that came out of it….  social services, the court, they all think they have put one over on me and put me in my place…

  • NO alimony
  • NO child support payments
  • NO injunctions prohibiting me for certain streets etc
  • NO attachment of earnings
  • NO reporting or disclosing of any of my finances or affairs or business
  • NO monies or assets to be handed over

The home we shared was rented, and I put all MY shit in storage, and called the house clearance people to take EVERYTHING else (except her clothes and some papers, two 4 cubic foot tea chests of stuff that was hers) away.

I don’t see that I came off worst here…. lol

January 27, 2012

An invitation to treat.

IN legal terms an “invitation to treat” is what a shopkeeper does when he puts an object in his shop window for sale, it is not an “offer” in law, it is an “invitation to treat“.

You, when you go into the shop, make the “offer“, the shopkeeper accepts (or not, as the case may be), and you exchange the offered and agreed amount of money in exchange for the item on sale, and a “contract” is made.

Wimminz advertising themselves on PoF should therefore be thought of as an “invitation to treat“.

This is an important point that not only all men who have been falsely accused of rape will understand, but in fact all men who have been stood in Family Court will understand.

You know the score, when times were better, you and her indulged in all sorts of things, and it never occurred to you that months or years or even decades later those same things would be dragged out, re-written to make her sound like the innocent non consenting virgin, and you like the filthy disgusting violent and dangerous sexual predator and pervert, and there is sweet fuck all you can do to prove things were different to people who have a financial interest in treating all men thus

If only I had been able to say that my FRA psycho skank ho ex got together because I responded to an advert she placed for herself on the internet… being able to demonstrate that from the first second we met, ours was not a relationship in which she was weak and vulnerable and I was the evil predator, but a relationship in which she was very pro-actively marketing her wares on the open market, and in which she CHOSE to accept the offer that I made in response to her invitation to treat in the form of her advert on PoF or wherever….

It would have been even better than that, because just like the shop transaction that forms a contract and starts a chain of records / evidence, any relationship that starts on a dating site over the internet is going to also leave a chain of records / evidence that support the true nature of the invitation to treat / offer / acceptance / exchange that forms the contract. (esp true if you follow all my advice on here)

It’s a tough call to accuse a guy of burgling your shop and stealing all your stuff and taking a crap in the till when VISA has a record of the transaction, the guy’s bank has a record, his GPS shows him at the vicinity of the shop at the time of this transaction, and the subsequent evidence trail shows you acting like a shopkeeper happy with the transaction, not someone being violently raped and abused every day for ten years, which you never thought to report until you decided it was a great way to win in Family Court.

Of course this is instinctively why all the wimminz and mangina niggerz know that internet dating is sad and for losers and people who are so ugly they can’t get anyone any other way….

Of course the wimminz and niggerz also instinctively know that once you are in a relationship, continuing to use technology to communicate is sad and for losers and people who are so ugly etc…

This is the point you need to get, to these fuckers this is like garlic to a vampire, it doesn’t matter how low the IQ of the vampire is, this reaction is instinctual, and so it is with the wimminz and niggerz, it doesn’t matter how low their IQ, they have an instinctive aversion to anything that threatens, challenges or questions their existence and actions.

They can be as dumb as a sackful of chickens, and still instinctively be aware that anything that creates any kind of record at all is their enemy, just as the dumbest burglar of the planet is smart enough to avoid and hate the house bathed in lights from PIR detectors and with approaches covered by CCTV cameras.

The trouble is, many years down the line, these sackfuls of chickens get access to an essentially unlimited supply of state sponsored and paid for lawyers, shrinks, court workers, social workers and of course police and judges, all ready to tell those poor little dumb chickens that they have the right to be treated like soaring eagles, and everyone who ever eat one of those eggs so willingly laid and given away, is gonna fucking pay, certainly with their souls, equally certainly with some extent of money and earning power, and perhaps even with liberty and life.

And these lawyers and chickens get the police to abuse you and drag you into Court, because they are INSTINCTIVELY secure in the knowledge (because they would fucking remember it) that nowhere in the past with you were there any invitation to treat, nor PIR floodlights, nor CCTV cameras, there is just your word and theirs, and lots of people have entire careers that are based exclusively on their wimminz word being law.

And so, ten years after that first meeting, that invitation to treat, you’ll be in a much stronger position if there is some sort of independent record, such as you will get with online dating, than if you met the skank ho in a pub somewhere, or through work, or through friends, or at the bus stop.

You’ll be in a much better position, because even ten years later, burglars can remember which object in their house they bought legitimately in a shop with a credit card, and which object they stole from some house long forgotten many years ago, and rest assured the skank ho wimminz can all recall with stunning clarity which interactions with men were covered by contract law and records and history, and which ones are open to he said / she said historical revision to her advantage.

November 13, 2011

Road games.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:07 pm

The Spearhead (link on right) recently had an article all about the responsibility of being a father… and how the wimminz and family court systems are whining that we fathers ain’t being responsible enough, while they simultaneously strip us of all responsibility for and contact with our children.

I guess it was percolating away in the back of my head, along with the production line skank ho I fucked on Friday night (the one previously mention in “Nice Legs”) and the fact I was heading up the road to fuck last night’s production line skank, who has achieved friends with benefits status, so anyway I grabbed the phone and took this pic to remind me to write this piece today.

See, the thing is the State, Secret Family Court, associated parasites, and my psycho skank ho ex all conspired to erase me from my kids lives, they do not even carry my name any more, so there I was age 50 something cruising up an empty road at night, smoking, chilling, listening to and singing along to some old tunes, on my way to party down and fuck some slut, and it struck me.

I dunno if this is just me, or just men, or what, but there I was acting and feeling EXACTLY the same way I acted and felt when I was barely into my 20’s, enjoying hugely the feeling of being alone on the road at night, doing my own thing, AS FREE AS A FUCKING BIRD, and it felt fucking wonderful.

Being cut off from my psycho skank ho ex is like being released from life in prison, like being cured of cancer, like winning the fucking lottery, being purged of parasites and leeches, it is the best thing she could have ever done for me, and being honest with you, freeing me of all responsibility for my kids, since I was only ever going to be offered the responsibility end of the stick, never the quality time end of the stick, is again the best thing she could have done for me.

I know she is still sat there, rather like the cartoon in the Eye of Sauron article, soaking herself in delusions about how miserable her actions have made me, how she has ruined my life, how she has broken me, while in reality my life is better than it has been at any time since that dark day in ’99 when I met the bitch.

I guess on many levels I knew this anyway, but it took the deja vu of an empty road at night, some good tunes and a smoke and me on my way from partying down with one skank ho to partying down with another for the penny to fully drop at all levels of my consciousness simultaneously.

It’s 1981 again, put em all in a field, bomb the bastards, and let God sort em out.

September 6, 2011

One law for wimminz

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:06 pm

As we can see from two articles in the press, one detailing a nurse who was accused of murdering patients, and a separate one from a top cop commenting on same, http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2034194/Rebecca-Leighton-arrest-All-suspected-criminals-anonymous-says-cop-Peter-Fahy.html it appears that all the anonymity for presumptively innocent men accused of rape who turn out to be innocent matter for naught, but the instant some skank ho with a cunt suffers then the world is ending and we have to so something about naming and shaming the presumptively innocent in the press.

How much do you want to bet there will be an exclusion zone around men accused of rape?

In other news a woman in France successfully sued her husband in court for not fucking her, you couldn’t make this shit up, so sex as a right in marriage only applies if you are a wimminz and you demand it from your niggerz husband, not the other way around.

In other news the world financial systems rumble on with the wheels wobbling ever more, resembling spinning plates on the last few wobbling turns before gravity takes over and they start to free fall.

I’m undecided as to whether I was fortunate or unfortunate in the timing of my FRA psycho skank ho ex and the nuclear bomb she dropped on me as opening salvo of a separation and child custody battle… on the one hand give it another six months when the system is crashing and she would have been less likely to do such a thing and all the associated parasites from police rape squad to lawyers would be under budget cuts, on the other hand people under budget cuts gets desperate and start making short-cuts and skipping expensive and time consuming things like trying to find evidence and just start fitting you up… it’s a tough call.

In the midst of all this madness some 30 year old skank cunt in Taiwan called Chen Wei-Yi has married herself, she claims in a protest against societal and guvvmint pressure to boost marriage to boost the brith rate.

I guess she had to marry hereself because there were no single fish on bicycles interested in becoming her mealticket for life.

Times are getting tough when you have to “eat your own dogfood” and marry yourself because at the age of 30 you can’t find anyone willing to lease that cunt formally.

August 7, 2011

Not with a bang, but a whimper…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:11 pm

As many of you know, I was/am the victim of a false rape accusation made as an opening salvo in a child custody battle.

I could tell you the details, but frankly you would not fucking believe me unless you have seen the inside of a family court as a dad yourself, yes, outright corruption, law-breaking and prejudice against all men are the order of the day.

When I say corruption I mean affidavits sent by my ex to the same lawyer and the same firm who are representing her now, but back when she was doing the exact same thing to her previous ex, and what is interesting about these letters is that they are dated after she now claims I raped and abused her, (yeah, she was the first BPD female I had been involved with, so I bought her allegations against her ex, after all, why would anyone lie about such things… slaps forehead…) but they praise me to the heavens, while accusing her ex of exactly the same shit I am accused of now…

Since this is the same lawyer in the same firm, she cannot claim to be ignorant of this, especially after I attempted to raise the matter early in my case… lawyers are supposed to be barred from knowingly telling a lie to the court, e.g. if I say to my lawyer “I did it, but you can get me off with a not guilty” then my lawyer is not allowed to represent me if I plead Not Guilty… quite simply either my ex’s previous affidavits against her previous ex were perjury, or her allegations against me are perjury, since they are mutually exclusive and contradictory, therefore she is a perjurer, should be charged and convicted of same and attempting to pervert the course of justice, and nothing she says should be believed unless there is significant physical proof to back her allegations up.

Yet when I try to raise this the judge just disallows the entire thing, claiming it is “Not relevant to the current case.” You think?

I am smart enough to know that there is no way to fix this system via the usual civilised channels, the system itself is clearly so broken and corrupted that should I be dumb enough to attempt  to expose it or fight too hard, their simplest option is to imprison me for contempt of court, which they can do simply by the judge stating that I lied in the dock, and yes there is legal precedent for this, no jury trial, no evidence, no nothing, just the judge’s decision and down you go. I have already been directly threatened with this….

Then when you eventually get out you are an ex-con, and moreover an ex-con for lying on oath, nobody in any kind of authority will ever believe you ever again, not even if you claim the sky is blue and water is wet.

And yet there is a fine line between avoiding such a fate and the minimum that a man can do to maintain his self respect… a very fine line indeed.

So, since the system cannot be fixed by the usual civilised democratic means, what is left?

Well, “going postal” is out, you simply confirm everything these filthy lying cunts have been saying about you, and furthermore you make everything much harder for all other dads, and burning yourself to death on the court steps doesn’t help much either, the mainstream media won’t report it and all your kids will ever hear is what a pathetic loser dad was and frankly he did the world a favour by torching himself.

This doesn’t actually leave a lot, in fact it doesn’t leave a damn thing, all the peaceful and civilised options are out because they are totally ineffective, and all the non-peaceful and non-civilised options are out because they are counter-productive on every level you care to look at.

To quote Asimov, “Violence is the final refuge of the incompetent.

And yes, the family court system is extremely violent, just because they don’t bind your hands and spend 30 minutes pounding on your kidneys does not mean they are non violent.

So, since we can apparently do sweet fuck all about this, what does this leave us?

It leaves us with the one thing that will actually work, cut off the supply of money that is keeping all these family court cunts with their noses in the trough.

And lo and behold, here we are after decades of misandry and feminazi influenced government and society, on the brink of a financial meltdown, the like of which has not been seen since the 1930’s.

It is a well known feature of crowd mentality that once a certain proportion of the crowd believe “X”, then the crowd as a whole treat X as being a fact and start acting accordingly.

It doesn’t matter if X is a fact or not, all you need is a certain minimum proportion / threshold of society to believe that X is fact, and they will act as though it is.

As far back as 1995 I was saying that house prices in the UK were spiralling out of all proportion to sanity or anything else, and that the loss of manufacturing skills and basic education was going to have dire consequences. Google the “Hargesian Goat Bubble“… totally ignored by the MSM until around 2007/9

I was far from alone in this, however, I was in that ineffectual minority of society, while the majority (who think fiat is a car maker) could see nothing beyond their on paper wealth spiralling beyond their wildest dreams… when people are sitting in a house that apparently appreciate in “value” enough in one year to buy a new BMW and a posh foreign holiday and a new kitchen and lounge suite, without them lifting a finger, then you can’t really expect the great unwashed masses to question it too closely.

But what is happening as I type is that the majority of the great unwashed now believe that there is going to be an economic meltdown, and this is of course a self fulfilling prophecy, I can introduce you to people who bought a new house on a 20 year mortgage in 1995 for £50,000, who still live in that house, who have been paying the mortgage for 16 years, but who have been using its increasing “value” as an ATM via regular re-mortgaging, who now owe £315,000 on that exact same house, so that is the price on the For Sale sign, even though the peak has passed and identical houses in the same street are remaining unsold after six months on the market for prices ranging from £255,000 to £290,000.

I can introduce you to people who have literally not paid one penny of their mortgage for six months, and the banks haven’t even written them a letter, because repossession = auction and that will depress the market value of all the other property in that street, which will put everyone who isn’t in negative equity now into negative equity, such is the “value” of paper money and accounting.

And just about everyone you meet in the street either is one of those people, or lived next door to them, throw in ever rising energy bills, ever rising gasoline and diesel, ever rising food, and stagnating wages, and you can see why a major economic collapse is now inevitable, because everyone now knows that the emperor is stark bollock naked.

2011 in the family court system in the UK saw the introduction of severe Legal Aid restrictions, in a bid to cut the vast and ever growing legal aid bill, it was decreed that only exceptional cases involving domestic violence and/or sexual abuse would qualify for legal aid.

What happened?

Suddenly every skank ho seeking a divorce or child custody starts claiming domestic violence and sexual abuse, and since these are more complex and longer cases the legal aid bill for family courts has actually gone UP, and the throughput of cases per year has gone DOWN… currently it is running around 2.5 to 3 years from first filing to final judgement, and of course the police sex crime squad is involved in nearly every case.

This scenario always happens, a dire situation made worse by those running around trying to be the last one standing, trying to amass as many resources as possible before the balloon goes up, those claiming there is no crisis because this claim makes it possible for them to redouble their efforts to amass resources.

So it is nearly upon us, and we will hopefully be faced with some very stark choices, do we want street-lights or do we want children’s services? Do we want secret family courts or the national health service? Do we want legislature on affirmative action or do we want companies that can trade at a profit and employ workers? Do we want £10 a gallon diesel and a bloated government full of wimminz, or do we want diesel at £6 a gallon (it is £6.21 per imperial gallon as I type this) and a lean state and an economy that can actually afford to transport produce and workers?

Given that working men with families are far more economically productive than single men, or single mothers, so much so that a working man with a family is almost more economically productive than a single man plus a single mum, what do we want? Do we want the lights to go out and anarchy within 72 hours?

Given that “we” = voters and a large proportion of voters are wimminz, do you think they are going to vote for such economies as the street lights being turned off at 9pm and diesel at £10 a gallon and food and light and heat at 25% more than today and a court / police / legal system that is already creaking under the case load?

Or do you think they will vote for all night street lights and an NHS and a police presence ( to protect them from the ex), and throw all their sisters riding the family courts in the future (as employees of the family court and as plaintiffs making false rape and DV accusations) under the fucking wagon?

What if even then it is; street lights / NHS / Police, choose any two, because there simply isn’t the budget for all three, never mind all three plus secret family courts and all the affirmative action pork?

These are the PLEASANT scenarios…

The unpleasant scenarios all involve a breakdown of social and political order, and a breeding ground for extremism and nationalism such as we last saw, oh, just after the 1930’s depression started to bite…

How many disenfranchised British fathers, culled from their own children’s lives and the fruits of their labours, would not sign up for a new uniform, say in black, with polished jackboots, and the authority that secret family court judges have now, to simply grab someone, take away all their shit, and incarcerate them, on no more than their own authority and whims?

You think I personally would turn such an opportunity down?

You think I personally would not deliberately target my secret family court judge, lawyers, child services and not forgetting my psycho skank ho ex?

You think I personally would give a shit what the stated aims / claims / policies of such a group would be, provided they had the fucking power to make me the angel of vengeance in the natty jackboots, black uniform and long black leather coat?

You think it was any fucking different in 1935 in Germany?

If you do you must be a wimminz, to be that fucking stupid.

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