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February 10, 2013

You don’t know jack shit

You don’t have to know Jack Shit, or any other MSM journo, you only have to trawl some of the *very* popular websites, to know that the MSM journo’s also read those sites, and it is with heartbeat regularity that you find stories that ran on one of these websites running three days later on a MSM channel / newspaper / broadcast.

These websites in question are not visited by mere thousands or mere tens of thousands of people, nor are the people who visit them basement dwelling lusers with small penises, nor do they all deal with world or warcraft shit.normal_ATT148

What I am seeing more and more of, is serious speciality websites with millions of educated adult users, increasing going off the main topic which they were created for, and talking about something else, and the thing is, they are all talking about the same thing.

Look at this and this for two examples…. both from Zerohedge

There are waaay too many people talking about this stuff on a daily basis, and yet these are the very stories that the MSM does not copy and paste from these sites of website… coinkydink? I think not.

I participate in a swingers website, it is a useful tool to get free cunt, but even there shit like this is getting discussed…

One of the other topics getting discussed is the recent UK horse meat as beef scandal.

When I pointed out that Findus advertising 100% horse as 100% beef was no more dishonest that some skanky wimminz on the swinging site advertising 100% land whale as 100% BBW you can imagine the uproar, much of it from wimminz, but most of it from niggerz eager to white knight the wimminz.

Which brings me to a point that I have raised many times on swingers and dating sites, truth in advertising.

Much like using the word “cunt” at every opportunity is a great litmus test for wimminz and niggerz, using the word “advert” at every opportunity instead of “profile” seems to have the same effect on dating and swingers sites.

By any rational empirical test you can care to name, my PoF profile and swingers profile are adverts, nothing more and nothing less.

There is *some* validity to an argument that on Fuckbook and Linkedluser et al these things can equally be described as profiles, but on the other hand even there you can’t actually exclude advertising generally and self promotion specifically from them.

Is an iPhone a “high PROFILE brand” or a highly promoted brand or a highly advertised brand, or are all three just different ways of saying the same thing?

Certainly, it is easier to argue the point that the land whale entitlement pwincess persona projected on a PROFILE is more acceptable than if you called that self same page an ADVERT.

And this touches nicely on the answer that ALWAYS comes up whenever you try to discuss things like “What is a BBW?” on these sites, because you don’t have to wait long for some bitch to come along and provide the definition that “If she says she feels like a BBW then she is one

That’s great, I feel like Ravishing Rick Rude therefore I are one… form an orderly queue bitchez.

Personally I always thought ricky rood looked like an even more faggy cross between Tom Sellick and Burt Reynolds, were such a thing possible, but if I decide that I feel like RR, then I am one, according to the wimminz fruity logic.

(naturally such fruity logic is a one way street, only applies to wimminz when dealing with niggerz)

So, why is there this huge unspoken desire to call an swingers / dating advert a “profile”?

Well, it’s self delusion really, and given such levels of self delusion on an individual level it really is no wonder that the powers that be, as featured in stories such as those two from ZH linked above take the attitude that since we as individuals love bullshit so much, we should be force fed bullshit at every opportunity.

Who needs an actual SMV (sexual market value) when you can haz a “seasonally adjusted” SMV…

If you called the profile an advert, people would find it a LOT harder and more uncomfortable to write their own… for the wimminz the first adverse reaction is in 99% of the cases the same, “I don’t like it because it feels like I am selling myself” is what they say.

They usually stop talking to me altogether when I point out “baby, nobody is charging on PoF, so you’re not selling yourself, you are GIVING it away

Contrary to popular belief, wimminz don’t have a problem selling access to their cunt, what they have a problem with is being faced with the reality that they will be advertising access to their cunt, with a big “FREE!” sign over it, and STILL not get trampled to death by swinging dick.

Nothing worse than advertising a product you can’t even fucking give away for free.

Which is contrarily why a lot of wimminz also do the whole escorting whoring thing, alongside the swinging site advert and the PoF advert, this gives extra avenues of self denial and bullshit;

Slice a cat’s throat and put a $10 sign on it and when no man can be found to fuck it all you have to do is say “They couldn’t afford my pussy”

I’m with Wilde on the whole whoring thing BTW, he asks a woman at a party if she will sleep with him for 1,000 Guineas, she says why of course Mr Wilde, he walks away and comes back to her an hour later and asks her if she will sleep with him for 1 Guinea, she says why Mr Wilde, what do you take me for, a whore? He says madam, we have already settled that, now we are just arguing about the price.

So I’m banging my young cum bucket slut earlier this weekend and her phone goes, her slutty mate, she has been offered £750 quid to fuck this fat old fuck all next weekend in her own home, of course she is going to do it, so I tell my slut to tell her I will fuck her for a pound, it doesn’t go down well, but after all we are just arguing about the price.

Come next year this story will have transformed until she was earning £1,000 a pop as an escort, and that’s just for one night, and the client was ricky rude, and they stayed in the Savoy and drank champagne and ate truffles.

December 30, 2012

Down in the sewers

Yeah, I’m listening to the stranglers again, 1977 was a fucked up year, Rattus Norvegicus was a product of that, and while there are those who weren’t in the UK at the end of the brief punk era and have grooved to this shit since, there is always as special unspoken camaraderie with those who were…  Stranglers2387creditChrisGabrin

… I was wandering down the street in a coastal town nearby in what passed for summer a few months ago, the usual crap, some dweeb in a citroen saxo in the traffic treating us all to his selection of drum n bass masterpieces, then the traffic stalled so he turned the volume right down, I’m thinking “cocksucker”, then hear the opening bars of “Sometimes” blasting out from an old silvery blue Maserati Bi-turbo that looks like it is mainly rust, yeah, the guy behind the wheel is a freak, we grin at each other and he whacks it up, I look up and down the street and see three other freaks, heads nodding to the riff as they walk, we see each other and give that grin of recognition and camaraderie, despite the fact that on the outside, to everyone else on the street we are all middle aged or older, straights, Grecian 2000 and a shit job, we recognise each other, it’s that freak sense thing that hollywierd often tries to capture in a film and always fails at.

But then again, I’m sure the same could be said for Sarajevo, or anywhere else or anyplace else in time and space, and the four other freaks and me would all have thought the same thing, 1977, doesn’t seem like 35 years ago babe, seems like 35 weeks.

Course, ’77 was 2/3 years after ’74/5, when things really did get shitty in the UK economy, and no fucker had any money, and when things like punk (not that the Stranglers were ever a punk band) found the right conditions to grow.

My current favourite fuck was born in ’79, so it’s all just fucking noise to her, and all the lessons we learned then about the economy and politicians are as real to her as anything Disney has done.

So people like her look at the high streets in 2012/13 and think wow, nobody is spending any money, nobody has any money, times are tough, and lyrics like “it’s only the children of the fucking wealthy who tend to be good looking” mean nothing to someone who has known nothing but being able to afford nice clothes and make-up and lotions and potions and visits to the hairdresser all her life.

In some ways she is not wrong, the retail experience, despite all the MSM media trying to hype it up, has collapsed in the high street, as my mother says, nobody is spending cash, nobody, not even for smaller amounts, and yet she is also very, very, very fucking wrong, because the new normal for “poor” is in fact staggeringly rich.

Many people, such as my bro, lived through the mid ’70’s and were poor, but they have never looked back since, and frankly they have forgotten they were born… oh sure, you can talk to them and they will go all oh yes I remember we used to do this, but it is a different life and not one they can apply to the present or future.

My current favourite fuck is in fact better placed than many, she could survive an economic downturn (by this I mean one STARTING now, where it goes downhill from today) but sadly she won’t, because her weekly food bill will remain less than her weekly cosmetics and potions and lotions bill, because you see the potions and lotions and cosmetics are all essentials, and this is by any standards a sensible and modest girl who often says “I’m not paying that, it’s ridiculous” for something in ways that agree with me 100%

Plus, she is insulated from other day to day expenses by way of having such things as the company car with the company fuel card, and claiming lunches on expenses.

She looks at me blankly and with incomprehension when I try to explain that the £150,000 mortgage she owes on her house, a thing that itself requires ongoing maintenance and expenditure and work, does not represent an asset, in fact the ONLY THING about her house that is absolutely certain is the £150k debt attached to her.

Long gone and forgotten maladies such as scurvy and tuberculosis are back, and on the rise, not because there is any valid medical or social reason, but because a Bacardi breezer is more important than a bag of lemons, and because conserving centrally heated warmth is more important than opening the window and plugging in an electric blanket….not just more important, but the latter options have passed beyond the ken of the average person in the street.

I know one fuckbuddy who has basically been as weak as a kitten for the past two weeks, all you hear is some shit about winter vomiting bugs and norovirus… you hear nothing whatsoever about being as weak as a kitten for two weeks is FUCKING SERIOUS, how the fuck do you think the flu pandemic at the beginning of the last century killed people…. you get run down you get weakened and suddenly 99 other things that previously you could have shrugged off without noticing get a foothold.

The fucking shits is still fatal in many parts of the world, because it really doesn’t take that long to run the body down to the point where it cannot maintain itself, much less heal itself, much less fight off anything new…

When ___I___ got it a couple of weeks ago it was fucking “man flu” and I was a wimp, but I went out and bought a bunch if lemons to make hot lemon and sugar, I bought grapefruit for breakfast, I bought a fresh pineapple, and I bought an inhaler / decongestant spray, and I kept the heating off at daytime and nights were spent with an open window next to the bed and the electric blanket on, 72 hours later I had progressed through all the symptoms and was right as rain…. now THEY have it, it is no longer man flu, and they have basically been indolent for 10 days / 2 weeks, and made no lifestyle or dietary changes to reflect their state of health… latest prognosis is they have no energy at all and could sleep all day…. quelle motherfucking surprise…

Maybe it is partly my thin blood from growing up in warmer climes, maybe it is the biker in me, but days of 10 degrees celcius and less and I have my nice warm woollen socks on, three layers on top (vest / tee shirt, shirt / sweatshirt, pullover . cardigan) and when I go out it is scarf and wolly hat (well I don’t have much fuckin’ hair left anyway) meanwhile everyone else, including the fuckbuddy mentioned above, is wearing fashionable clothes and is cold all the fucking time…. that or some twat from oop north walking around in knee length shorts and a tee shirt muttering about southern fairies….

We, as a nation, are NOT FUCKING PREPARED for an economic downturn or a flu pandemic or a major war, and these are PRECISELY the conditions REQUIRED for a society to be unable to avert such things, nobody is going to head these things off at the pass, any more than my fuckbuddy could avoid a little thing like “man flu” effectively making her bedridden during the holidays… so she will go back to work in the new year in a worse state than she was when she quit for the holidays… and the beat goes on.

October 12, 2012

Teh fucking MSM (main stream media)

Today, I am going to look at the front page of the daily mail

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2216453/John-Peel-got-pregnant-I-15-Woman-claims-month-affair-DJ.html – quelle surprise another wimminz comes out of the woodwork after the guy is dead and starts claiming victim status.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2216489/Sir-Jimmy-Savile-set-Broadmoor-keys-How-sick-star-access-mentally-ill-patients.html – now things have escalated to the point where this other dead man is now openly being called a paedophile, after, you guessed it, some wimminz come forward and claim he abused them etc, back when he was alive, back in the 70’s

The interesting thing about the Saville story is that according to ALL the press, *everyone* at the BBC knew all about Saville’s sexual antics, and indeed Saville was just one of many…

…if this is true, given the relationship between media and press, then every journo at every newspaper also knew, and kept it quiet, so they are in fact a PART of this conspiracy that they are now screaming loudest about, and indeed methinks the lady doth protest too much.

But, moving swiftly on..

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2216553/International-Day-Girl-Child-2012-Devastating-images-terrifying-world-child-brides.html – this article continues with the statement “Although child marriage is against the law in many countries, and international treaties forbid the practice, it is estimates that about 51 million girls below age 18 are currently married.

In the UK you can run away to Gretna Green and get married at 16, or you can wait till 17 and walk into any register office… so these are part of this 51 million suddenly “child” brides… had thus argument with a slut recently who claimed that 18 was the age of adult hood in the UK, so how come they can fuck at 16 and join the army and get handed a gun and sent on deployment at 16… children aren’t allowed to decide to fuck or to sign up for the army.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2216274/Jimmy-Savile-pictured-perched-Stoke-Mandeville-hospital-bedsides.html – Yes, one headline story about the BBC case, sorry, the Saville case isn’t enough, so lets have some “chilling” photos of a guy sat on a hospital bed, you know, photos taken by professional PRESS photographers.. you know, the same people who must be implicit in the cover up, should there have been one….

Just when you thought it was over…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2216224/Jimmy-Savile-Yet-known-British-TV-celebrity-accused-abusing-young-girl.html – oh no, a woman accuses another well known british BBC celeb of abusing her, this will be the John Peel allegation / non-story, done twice

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-2216381/Jimmy-Savile-Its-time-called-New-Tricks-squad.html – fan the flames, now it is a scandal, of course it is, a scandal the press would not stoip until it had created, while pointing the finger at the beeb, while studiously and hypocritically ignoring the fact that in the iniquitous world of journos, anything that was common knowledge within the beeb for the past 40 years has to have been common knowledge in Fleet Street for the past 40 years too.


I’d like to go on, but I can’t, I can’t stomach any more, and yes I know they are not working hyper-links in the green text, sure you can copy and paste if you feel the need.

No, it is the what passes for language, that fucks me off the most, like the sluts I know who are always telling people what those other people “need” to do, till they try it on me, and I interrupt with “No, I do not NEED to do this thing, you just WANT me to do this thing, and you aren’t giving me any reason why I would want to do this thing, so you can kiss my ass.”

That of course leads into circular arguments with the skanks where if it suits them the 16 year old girl is an empowered pwincess, or if it suits them the 16 year old girl is a vulnerable child, of course what usually suits them is both simultaneously being true, the ultimate wimminz shit test…

Amusingly since my FRA and red pill on steroids event I haven’t even bothered to pay lip service to even being polite to these skanks, I hear shit like that I do not merely call it, I openly ridicule it for what it is, pathetic childish and nauseating, as a result they often fall in “love” with me.. go figure… of course the more unfuckably ugly and obese they are the more they are prone to use this kind of newspaper language, where everything is elastic, their wants become everyone else’s needs, and of course men are always creepy evil rapists and paedos…


Invariably, when I get into arguments with people over what I have written and said, the core of their position is never that what I have actually said, as per words actually uttered or written, and the dictionary meanings thereof, is something they are in disagreement with, rather it is always “what I really meant” or “what those words really mean

It is the church of the committee, where what they call communication and dialogue, I, and the dictionary, call propaganda and monologue.

There is literally not one single paragraph, much less one article or one page, in any of the MSM that is actually intended to inform or educate me.

Instead 100% of the output as we can see above is intended to get me steamed up about something or other, some cause de jure, while simultaneously twisting and misrepresenting that cause to such a vast extent that it no longer bears even a passing resemblance to the truth.

When the MSM *is* a gas-lighting bunny boiler, chicken little, then all the politicians and businessmen and financiers and bankers and cops can do as they please, secure in the knowledge that the circus maximus is doing it’s job, and keeping the great unwashed as ignorant as ever, which is of course why they own the MSM in the first fucking place…

…then the man in the street is apt to grasp any old shite and cling to it.

Go to Africa and there is a real problem, apparently, with AIDS infected men who think that raping a virgin is a cure, you see the difficulty…

  • The story itself is just more MSM bullshit
  • The story itself is true, BECAUSE of the MSM bullshit and failing to actually inform.

It’s a binary choice, only one of those two choices can be true, and whichever one it is, the consequences for us all suck.

I was shopping in Tesco’s earlier, and I rounded a corner in the aisle and bumped into Rolf Harris… “Hey Rolf..” I said “… I remember you doing “Two Little Boys” back in 1970

Fuck off you cunt…” said Rolf “… that was Jimmy Saville


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