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December 19, 2013

Into every life, a little rain must fall.

I often see democracy described as an absolutely crap way to run a country, and the only thing positive you could say about it was that all the alternatives were worse.MjAxMy1hYzU1YTQyMzYxZGE5M2Y3

Patriarchy, eg the way we used to run the world up until 1880 or so, could arguably be described the same way.

If you want to play devil’s advocate, you can make a case that wimminz are no worse than men when presented with an opportunity to exploit an unfair advantage, and all we are seeing now is da wimminz exploiting a whole slew of unfair advantages.

It is a sad fact of life that life is unfair, some people catch cancer at 16, some people catch a bullet, some are born the wrong colour for where they live, some are born with the wrong number of limbs or senses.

You can’t do anything about those so afflicted, but you can treat them with some compassion and humanity, and that is where it all falls down, because compassion and humanity are essentially charitable things, and when you legislate giving to a charity, it ceases to be a charity, it becomes taxation.

Chivalry, or other words to describe treating a wimminz with respect, opening doors, giving up seats, goes the same way, it is a charitable act given freely by those so inclined, but as soon as you legislate it, it becomes a tax, and it is no longer given freely by anyone, even those who would have given it freely in the past.

The recipients of charity might not have liked being the recipients of charity, “living on the parish” as it was known when my dad was a boy, before the welfare state and social security, was a thing of shame, nevertheless those who lived on the parish were grateful for what they were given, and there was a certain level of influence by the parish, if you were the modern “neighbour from hell” type, don’t expect more than stale bread in your weekly package.

The recipients of a “right” obtained by universal taxation are however quite a different breed, it is my fucking right, cunts, fucking give it to me NOW! ALL OF IT!

Now, let me tell you something you may not be consciously aware of.

You know those old sci-fi stories where they talked about robots making everything so nobody had to work, and they imagined everyone would lead a life of leisure.

Well, they are not sci-fi, thanks to industrialisation and technology, to all intents and purposes, nobody has to work, if you want to be fucking picky about it, maybe at most 2.5% of the population have to work.

For the first time in human history producing enough X for everyone is not a back breaking job that involves everyone, it isn’t even easy now, it is easier than that, it is trivial, so trivial that producing enough X for everyone is the last of the problems you face, the real stick is selling X, in a market flooded with similar things.

When I grew up, there was a fucking telephone, that is it, you could walk into ANY fucking house in the UK from Buckingham Palace on down, if they had a phone, they all had the SAME FUCKING PHONE.

Today, a list of telephones that you sit down and make with pen and paper, even if you manage somehow to do the research and list every single make and model and shape and colour and design and variety available, no mean task all by itself, said list is out of date the instant you finish it.

Telephones are just an example, you can say the exact same thing about anything and everything including tins of soup, trainers, cars, pencils and even fucking toilet roll for christ’s sake.

The other 97.5% of the population who don’t actually work, well, let them be hairdressers and sales advisers and computer programmers and HR types and real estate agents and clerks and shit, and give them money in exchange for this non-work, so they can choose between ( I just did this at Tesco website, search for “toilet roll”) ONE HUNDRED AND MOTHERFUCKING THIRTY MOTHERFUCKING SIX results / matches.

How many types of fucking soap powder does the planet fucking need, Tesco ALONE has more varieties of fucking soap powder than Heinz used to have as fucking product lines…

But far from the sci-fi dreams where this 97.5% of the population who don’t actually fucking work live carefree lives of leisure and pleasure, we all know is the reality is they would all be bored shitless, and within 12 months all of them would have become radicalised suicide bombers campaigning for the rights of rabbit droppings to remain undisturbed or some such crapola.

Hence, the pretend make work that they all do.

So, what price the economy, if 97.5% of the populace serve no purpose whatsoever other than being given some make believe make work to keep them out of trouble and make them think they have earned the money they splurge over choosing between which of 2,635 varieties of cup cake to eat with which of 385 varieties of coffee flavoured beverage?

If they stop “work”, it just means more idle hands for the devil, it doesn’t actually make the slightest bit of difference to how many different varieties of tampon the various manufacturers are able to produce.

Which goes some way to explaining something.20131124_o10corps

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All that variety… not.. all those separate companies competing against one another…not… all that choice… not.

So here is a thought, as evil and crap for everyone except those who directly own and run those ten companies that own almost everyone one else in consumerland, what if like democracy and patriarchy, the only positive thing you can say about it is every possible alternative is worse, many of them much, much, worse…

If 97.5% of the population never having anything except a make believe fake job is crap, what if all the alternatives, including the sci-fi life of leisure, are worse, many of them much, much worse.

What if, everything about society and the economy and politics was fucking crap, but it just happened to be better than all the alternatives, so instead of leaving well enough alone all we have been doing if fucking with it in the name of equality or liberty or freedom or human rights, well, suddenly, not only is it all still crap, it is even more crap, so much so that increasing numbers of people start to question those alternatives, yeah, I know they are all worse than what we HAD, but in reality, how much worse are SOME of them, than what we have NOW?

What if, now things are going to hell in a handcart, the brakes, which were appeals made to my better nature, to my charity, no longer work, because the charity was taken away and replaced with a taxation, moreover, a taxation without representation, an unjust tax, one I DO NOT FUCKING LIKE…

What if, in an attempt to ensure that exactly the same number of raindrops of the same composition and the same sizeĀ  falling at the same speed and same temperature on everyone, equally, we end up destabilising the weather to such an extent that only the extremes are now possible, fimbulwinter, or 40 days and nights of rain, or a Bradbury drought?

I’ll tell you something else that has changed, DRAMATICALLY, since I was a child, no, not human nature, that is immutable, but human beliefs.

Never, in all my born days, have I met so many people who GENUINELY believe in all kinds of arcane, improbable, implausible, and down right impossible shit, but then I wasn’t around in the middle ages.

Combine this with the facts that;

  1. the last of those who saw first hand the effects of a real war on white man’s soil are now in their 90’s
  2. the last of those who saw first hand the effects of a major economic bubble and depression are all dead
  3. the last of those who saw first hand the final stages of the rollout / step change from one fundamental set of technologies and industry to the next are all dead

And it doesn’t look good, unless you find change “interesting”, and I use that word in the sense of the Chinese curse, may you live in interesting times.

How ever much rain is falling on us men as individuals and absent fathers and guys living alone etc etc etc, it may well be time to invoke chamberlain and peace in our time, and macmillan and you never had it so good.

October 19, 2013

Diminishing returns

Shooting the shit with a co-employee while we cooled our heels on the clock, waiting for someone else in the supply chain to get their finger out so we could complete our jobs and GTFO.

Got around to overtime, and why I almost never do it, by the time overtime comes along, you already used your tax free allowance on your basic wage, so for example is the tax rate is 45% and you basic pay is $10 an hour and the company pays overtime at time and a half….

… a lot of guys start thinking 1.5 x 10 = 15 bucks and hour, but since the whole of that 15 bucks an hour is taxed at 45% you actually get 8.25 an hour to take home.

In other words each additional hour you work is a case of diminishing returns, the sweet hours were from when you started the day at 9 until mid morning, still on the tax free bit of your tax allowance (I know, it doesn’t actually work like that, but bear with me) where your hourly rate = your take home rate.

So this is why when I look at my monthly, it usually has around 3 to 8 hours of overtime, and the total extra money I am paid for those hours after tax is sweet fuck all.6a0120a9506f8e970b01347fe72626970c

But you have to remember, I am debt free, so I can do this and look at life this way.

Wimminz be the same, after the first fuck, which may have cost you a couple of drinks, everything else is diminishing returns.

And this is for s debt free guy, for the indebted guy it is much much worse, he can neither quit the job nor refuse the overtime.

Yesterday I got a call at 4:30, would I mind doing some overtime, a hotel site 50 miles away was hard down, now as I suspected the problem wasn’t fixable by me because it wasn’t the router, it was the line, and within 5 minutes of arriving I’m logged in and the IOS command show dsl interface atm0 tells you all about the line, signal which should be a high number is hovering around 6 dB, and attenuation which should be a low number is hovering around 50 dB, the kit is detecting the xdsl carrier and getting a lock, but that’s it, I tell the guy on the other end of the phone it is a line fault.

Of course, they don’t wanna know that, because it means escalating it and making an expensive and time consuming extra step in the escalation process to call a British Telecom line engineer out, so I spend 2 hours chilling and doing occasional other tests like swapping out the router for a new one and swapping out cables and shit…… and 2 hours later with all new cables and an all new router we are sat there with a carrier detect and 6 dB snr and 50 dB attenuation, and now they listen to me and book a line engineer.

Now money wise that is an hour to get there, two hours fucking around onsite, and an our back, half of which goes to the taxman, so, not worth it, but daddy didn’t raise no dumbass.

The job wasn’t too long to ruin my evening, but, it was long enough to qualify for expenses, so I was entitled to claim for supper, which I did, a nice sit down fish supper at a restaurant, and unlike my taxed overtime, every last red cent of that bill was picked up by the company, and since I had to eat anyway, in effect that got me tax free double time, now THAT is worth it.


I have occasional longer dalliances with wimminz, mini relationshits if you will, and I use the same logic, and make a point of acting like a 70’s wimminz pop star, “I know you say you love me, but what have you done for me lately bitch” in the sense I only take on that OPTIONAL overtime if it suits me and is to my direct advantage.

I make it very clear to the wimminz in question that as soon as we hit the point of diminishing returns then rain stops play and I sit at home with my feet up.

My employer, like wimminz, appreciates my attitude and appreciates me, when they ring up with an overtime job they know they have to sell it to me, start by giving me all the job details up front, not just do you want some overtime in 90210 zip…

And if I say yeah I’ll do it they thank me up front, and I say no problem, because if it was the slightest fucking problem, I wouldn’t be doing it, and we both know that.

I want to digress slightly, something related.

My job, I’m a field engineer, I almost never see a fellow employee, my interaction with my bosses and HQ is via electronic means or phone call. Electronic means is usually an electronic diary, with brief job description.

Everything else is self discipline. Nobody is watching, nobody is checking, nobody will physically see.

It is up to me to get up in time, wash, shave, put on a shirt and tie, make sure I have the shit I need to do the job, and get my ass to site for the appointed time.

The only thing keeping me honest is me.

To the extent that the squeaky wheel gets all the oil, I get none, we are supposed to have 12 weekly face to face with line managers and all kinds of shit, I saw mine once back in March or April, which suits me fine…

I say they love me, they clearly don’t, but neither do they go “Oh fuck, what now?” when a message with my name in it pops up.

I’m easy and reliable and trustworthy and predictable.

Micromanage me and my ass is dust.

Sure, it’s not easy finding an employer my attitude and approach will fly with, but I figure neither is it easy to find an employee who can go months without any supervision of any kind and still turn up able to pass a surprise inspection.

It’s not easy finding a wimminz my attitude and approach will fly with, but I figure neither is it easy for them to find a man in a world of niggerz, so if you wanna play, you gotta pay.

My crib, at the moment, is a shit pit, so don’t get the idea that the self discipline I am talking about is some OCD trip, nor do I want to give you the impression I’m gung ho for all the corporate team building shit, I flatly fucking ignore everything that is not 100% related to my actual job, I unapologetically use spam filters for the internal corporate emails, everything automated and designed to make lacklustre employees do their job is sent straight to trash, this is against company policy and the corporate IT bod, who is not a friend of mine as we have locked horns a couple times over the pathetic corporate policy on password complexity and frequency of change, the OCD 30’s IT head telling me he knew all about my objections to the policy and touting his resume as part of the attempted put down, me saying yeah, the only factor you are missing here is people… duh… despite this, and them having full access to and control of my corporate laptop every time it goes on-line, not a fucking word is said, but then again neither is anything said about using my company laptop for personal use, because I don’t, ever, not even once.

Whenever one of the bods in the office has to call me on the company phone about a job, they are always greeted by a cheerful happy voice, because I am cheerful and happy, because I don’t give a flying fuck, I do my job, I enjoy my job, there are no inducements that they can offer or threaten with that will make me change, I’ll walk.

I’m the same with wimminz.

The self discipline doesn’t mean I am Captain Save-a-ho, I am chock fucking full of mother-fucking flaws and shortcomings, but I am here because I enjoy it and because it is fun, and the instant you try to change that bitch, I’m done here.

The law of diminishing returns does not apply to your cunt / ass / mouth, my self discipline ensures that it is either all gravy, or all history.


September 11, 2013

Michael Evil (sic)


So, after spending a year dishing dirt on the guy, the meedja now want to know what’s wrong with the fucking system… any old lies to sell more copies and ad impressions eh.

One the one hand, no evidence of any kind is sufficient to drag him into court, but no evidence of any kind is suddenly insufficient to drag his false rape accuser into court, funny that…

and now I want

to say something


fucking important.

Every single fucking time this happens, some cunt trots out the platitude that at the end of the day there are only two people who really know what happened, the accuser and the accused.

Speaking as one of the accused, allow me to clear that point up, the accused knows he didn’t fucking do it, or anything even remotely like it, but let me assure you of one thing, one of the truest and most profound things you can say about any many falsely accused of rape is not that he is one of two people on the planet who know what really happened, he is in fact the one person on the planet most in the dark and confused about what happened.

To this fucking day;

  • I do not know what happened.
  • I was one of the last to hear that the po-lice were not going to charge me
  • I was only given sight of my lying psycho skank ho ex FRA’s actual testimony in court, in my case a seekrit family court, in mike evil’s case a criminal court
  • I (like mike evil) was not permitted to see my accuser in court, the cunt hid behind a screen, everyone else could see her
  • I was the one person on the planet not allowed to contact my accuser, or anyone who knew her, to ask WTF was going on
  • etc
  • you get the picture

I really do wish the guy all the best, as I say that as someone who couldn’t stand the soap he was in, or his character in it, or his acting, and on any other day I would have said he deserved 20 years for it, but that was all a bit tongue in cheek, what he went through was real, and it isn’t over.

On the contrary, the news is now filled with stories of the soap directors offering him a quarter of a million quid a year, so there is 250,000 reasons for more false accusations to come out of the woodwork.

He is however slightly better off than the other celebutards charged but awaiting trial, as his trial was such a fuck up there will be vastly increased pressure to get a conviction on one of them.


September 5, 2013

Politicians, managers, wimminz…

They all appear to have one thing in common.

They all have an idea, a plan, an agenda, that they are pushing forwards, and reality on the ground and anything and everything else contradicting this is simply dismissed as not being relevant, or representative, or important, or real.

This is why Syria is just the latest in a series of geopolitical events to trouble me.

Cameron doesn’t know anything about the reality on the ground in various parts of London, much less say rural Dorset, yet they are pontificating about a completely different country with a completely foreign culture and history and geography.

And yes, I get the whole they are just puppets and figureheads thing, but that is just an excuse, the same could be said for Assad or Putin or anyone else.

It is all shades of claiming that Jim Carrey was actually a wuuuunderful thespian, and so he should have no personal blame attached whatsoever for being Ace Ventura etc. Bollocks, he took the fucking money, so suck it down.

You kill something by cutting off the head, if it is just a figurehead and the creature still lives, you achieved two things, you killed the whore acting as figurehead, and you revealed the nature of the creature that employed it.

The internet achieved that decapitation process, not as well as it could have, but more effectively than everything that went before put together.

Just one lifetime ago Goebbels and his peers knew that all you had to do was tell the pubic that X is an enemy and means us immediate harm, and up until that point that had been true for the entirety of human history.

True, satellite TV broadcasting and so called media groups that control television, newspapers, radio, film and music all under one roof are a pestilence, but they aren’t the only game in town.

I know *lots* of intelligent people who publicly subscribe to all sorts of off the wall cults, the more ludicrous the better, and they don’t actually believe one iota of it, it is just camouflage and an opportunity to party and meet in the flesh, and in reality they are hip to what is going on, and mercilessly cynical and sceptical of *everything* spoon fed by the MSM.

Are they paranoid?

Well, it is only paranoia if the other guy isn’t out to fuck you over, and by any actual metric you care to use, the greatest threat facing any individual western citizen at the moment is his own state, and his fellow sheeple.

If person X is able to make decisions that adversely affect my life, which in a modern technological society means there are a *lot* of person X’s out there, do I really care if their MOTIVE for that bad decision was because they thought they knew it all, or they had an agenda to push, or they were pre-occupied with the latest episode of Draghi Boo Boo or Syria’s Got Talent or I’m a Shi-ite, Get Me Out Of Here or Scud Factor?

Back in the days when we fought actual dirty on the ground wars with infantry, it was well known that a friendly bullet would kill you just as dead as an enemy bullet.

Ideas and beliefs and agendas are the same as bullets, a friendly one will fuck you up just as much as an enemy one, there isn’t one iota of difference to you.

Don’t kid yourself, it is amateur night out there, a bonfire of the vanities, and these are the people both pulling the strings and acting as willing puppets.

August 15, 2013

The Poisoned Chalice

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 8:36 pm

If it is fucking hard, fucking dangerous, or takes a fucking long time before you see any pay-off, wimminz won’t do it, which means they will do everything else, which means everything else is fucked up.

Sometimes, I’m am not possessed by an urge to attempt a manned landing on Mars, sometimes I’m possessed by much more tranquil and mundane things, like kicking back and reading some science fiction.

Unfortunately there isn’t any that is less than 20 or 30 years old, everything newer either is written by a wimminz or features a strong empowered wimminz or 90 in the storyline, and it is just fucked up and pointless.

Repeat ad nauseam and ad infinitum for everything else a man used to do to chill.

So what do men want, wimminz who see the imminent economic collapse ask me.

I tell them, I have no fucking idea, but I *can* tell you what *I* want, and the terms *I* will accept.

Some of them are dumb enough to ask, some of them are smart and optimistic enough to start talking about Saudi.

Fuck that I say, the Saudi regime vis a vis wimminz is ridiculously lax, y’all should be property, chattels in the truest sense, no rights of any kind whatsoever.

When one of the herd says something dumb like “I wanna drive a car” well then you have a clear case of mad cow disease, and you shoot the bitch to prevent the infection spreading to the rest of the herd, and then you put the asshole who owed that particular cloven crotched beast on trial, for the purpose of determining his suitability to own chattels, because frankly speaking he just demonstrated his inability.

Blank scared looks.

fuck you all bitches, the REALITY on the ground is that it is SEVERAL ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE easier for a man to be dispossessed of his own children than it is to be deemed unfit to keep an animal.Bubblegum-Husky

Nowadays you have to dress up as Bubblegum Husky (right) and fuck a cat, repeatedly, to get the cat taken away and get jail time.

But you don’t have to do ANYTHING, in fact you can be a really great dad, and have your kids taken away from you under threat of jail time, or get actual jail time if cup cakes false rape accusation was credible enough.


Be slightly less outlandish and weird and at least feed the fuckers your leftovers and they will never separate a man and his animals, hell, if the man has problems paying for a vet he can get help with that too.


And if that don’t beat all and tell you how fucked up shit is ALREADY….

I can’t think of a single thing, occupation, activity or pastime or institution that would not be instantly immeasurably improved by taking ALL wimminz out of it overnight and making them chattels.

what’s that you say? fucking?

No, that and cooking and cleaning and otherwise taking care of shit and chores is exactly what they are good for, with the proviso that you can keep as many as you can feed and keep in line.

This has been a public service announcement to all those wimminz who see hard times ahead, and think all they have to do is play nicer for a change and all the men will come along and rescue them from the gutter.

The cunts you are depending on for rescue are all niggerz, already emasculated and made worthless by y’all, they can’t even fucking save themselves.

August 13, 2013

Response time

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:42 pm

There are two comments to the I lol’ed post that I want to respond to.

Hans, who was basically saying he just doesn’t get it, and doesn’t really want to either, and Just Sayin, who says it is important not to know the cuckold.

Well, for starters there is the question of what is the difference between;

  • A wimminz cuckolding her man
  • A wimminz in an open relationshit
  • A wimminz

The wimminz in my story is the middle one, the difference between that and the first one is she is honest with him, and she doesn’t mind him going out and fucking someone else too.

99% of the rest of my wimminz are the bottom one, which just means that *I* don’t fucking know who else they are fucking… more fool me if I am dumb enough to believe I am the only one… even for periods where you may indeed be the only one, it is a temporary state…

So the truth is instead of those three, I could just have said;

  • A wimminz
  • A wimminz
  • A wimminz

And indeed you just conflate that down to “a wimminz” cos, you know bro, AWALT innit.

So to those who feel like Hans I say hey bro, more power to you, but AWALT, so even if you are ascetic and have given up wimminz for sex, you still inhabit the same planet and it is behooving you to know their nature.

Just Sayin more or less sums up my perspective, AWALT, so I draw the line at or between, AWALT wimminz where I know the other guy she is fucking, and the rest or the wimminz, yeah, it’s largely an illusory thing, but it is a method of not seeing the abyss that Hans mentions, so you can be like Wil E Coyote and never actually look down, so gravity never gets you… what, you think nothing happened to him when he was standing on solid ground??? lol

As for the cuckolding thing, I have talked about this before, the human penis is designed to remove sperm on the out stroke, there is no point in this if the only sperm there is yours, so cuckolding is basically a biologically hard-wired substitute for viagra, it is a way of getting hard and wanting to fuck a wimminz who otherwise you would have problems with.

You want to have head fucks trying to understand cuckolds, THAT is what you should be having head fucks about, not cuckolding, but that they spend the rest of their lives when they are not fucking with wimminz who they can’t get it up for.


While I am here shouting out to commenter’s I also want to say something to DMJ, I read your blog and dig it, I don’t watch the vids cos life is too short, but the reading is good, and I keep meaning to give you a link or something but never seem to get around to it, nor indeed many of the other sites / blogs that end up sending links my way… what can I say, I’m a lazy bastard… doesn’t mean I don’t dig what y’all are doing.

On a related note, some people talk, and it is just talk, no harm in it, about differences in style, for example I’m a lazy fucker that types and swears a lot, DMJ is someone who videos a lot and doesn’t swear much, and? The red pill planet has more than enough room for all the variations, not only is it not for me to say anything about how anyone else does their thang, I actually celebrate the fact that we are all different in how we choose to express ourselves, how we choose to dress, how we choose to look (to a certain extent, eg hair styles and facial hair etc) how we choose to speak and how we choose to express our own perspective on the red pill.

The only time I have something to say is when those boundaries are overstepped, as I did on here before most re Paul Elam and his attitudes, and The Spearhead constantly panhandling, since I have mentioned DMJ already here I will use him as an example rather than picking on someone new…lol

DMJ may well be promoting his book on his site, so what, it’s his site, he can do what he pleases, but what he is NOT doing is going after revenue by pan-handling or turning into a clik-thru ad farm.

He ain’t doing it (the blog / website) for the money, and no disrespect to the guy but unless you are a Hammond Innes being a writer is a good way to not earn money, so it comes across more as someone on a soapbox, someone who is saying shit for no reason other than he can’t keep it in.

This is *completely* different to someone trying to run MGTOW central as a way of making a living, I haven’t got a fucking clue what DMJ does to put bread on the table, but it ain’t his blog or videos, whereas Bill seems to think that he should be pulling in a few thousand a year in subs, because HIS TIME IS WORTH MONEY.

This is EXACTLY my argument against all the fucking wimminz agencies on the state purse, the cunts aren’t doing it for any reason other than it puts bread on their tables, if the state purse was taken away all the fucking wimminz aid programmes and abused wimminz centres would be crickets and tumbleweed… the wimminz would vanish overnight.

In the UK the magistrates courts were run like this, you got paid fuck all, and yes, you got your proportion of busybodies with fuck all else to do lusting after power, and I know myself they got it wrong at least as often as they got it right, but then again, they are being “advised” by people who *are* paid to be there.

When it comes to the crown courts, where *everyone* is paid to be there, is the quality of justice any better?

No, actually, in my experience, and nor does having access to people who “know” the law mean you get justice, indeed I even question the whole idea of legal precedent, everyone does actually know the difference between right and wrong, and every case should be tried on individual merits.

Get yourself in trouble at sea around the UK coastline and will you really give a fuck that every single man on board that lifeboat is an unpaid volunteer, and speaking of the RNLI, the *one* charity that I used to give money to, I no longer do, fuckem, wimminz have no fucking place on a lifeboat, none, ever, under any circumstances, even if, as fucking usual, it is all the lightweight inshore only RIB (rigid inflatable) stuff that the wimminz want, they aren’t interested in answering a shout to a listing cargo ship off the fastnet when it is blowing force 9 and wind over tide…. cunts…

The purpose of money, and exchanging money, is to get fred to keep *your* car on the road, not just his, or whatever the thing/service is you are buying.

Wherever the fuck the idea came from that simply because you are paying, or they are being paid, you get a better quality of service, I have no fucking idea.

Like I said, I haven’t watched DMJ’s videos more than a few seconds here and there, but if we take this idea and run with it, they *cannot* be any “good” because they aren’t made and produced by professionals, like Fucks News, and the flipside is if DMJ starts doing pay per view, suddenly they will get “better”, I dunno how, maybe he will do them in the nude, or suddenly start talking about different subjects or in greater depth, but somehow because money is involved, they will be “better” somehow.

It’s the whole “amateur” thing, with the connotations that go with it, mainly not as good as the professionals, e.g. the ones who are paid to do it.

I can’t fuck as well as Ron Jeremy, because he made a living being paid to fuck…. really? So a two dollar whore is a better fuck than every wimminz who gave it to me for free then huh?

Of course in most walks of life, it is illegal to put this to the test, amateur electricians, plumbers, pilots, drivers, etc etc etc etc.

it’s a Guild, by any other name, just like the wimminz guilds, the lawyers guilds, the police guilds, the doctors guilds.

It’s a part of the red pill, if the cunts are being paid to fucking do it, then they are doing it for the fucking money, not the love of it, or belief in it, or because they cannot keep it in.

If they are NOT being paid to do it, then they never face a choice between money and throwing YOU under the fucking bus…

Bill banned me from commenting at the spearhead, and censored many of the things I did try to say, at least if (not that I have commented there) DMJ or one of the others shitcans one of my comments I know it is because they didn’t like it, same as I do here for wimminz and niggerz who try to comment.

Not because it hay hurt my click though or page impressions to do otherwise… I don’t give a fuck about either, I don’t care if I have NO visitors, this is fucking therapy, and a record / diary for my sons.

post script, please do not attempt to apply this logic to wimminz.

July 21, 2013


There are many, many, many things in life that you get a default answer to.

Paedophilia, yes, it is just wrong, end of discussion.

God help you if you want to discuss it intellectually,to wonder aloud why the label is applied, completely incorrectly, to 21 year olds having mutually consensual and loving sexual relationships with 15 years and 11 months olds.rideolsen

God help you if you wonder aloud that for much of English history the age of consent was 12 and there was no paedophilia to speak of, now it is 16/18 there is apparently loads of it…. just as there was no illegal homosexual sex before homosexual sex was made illegal.

God help you if you wonder aloud at the imposition of a law making something quite common suddenly arbitrarily illegal, if she is 5,843 days old I am a rapist and paedo, if she is 5,844 days old we can nip up to Gretna Green and get married.

Where does the State get off in passing laws that suddenly render apparently common enough behaviours illegal, surely this is against everything the state itself was founded to preserve.

What comes next, laws banning the wearing of primary colours?

The real point of this post, and, now that the stage is set, another default answer that must not be questioned or discussed, is Men and their abducted by the state / skank ho ex kids, specifically the boy children, because the girl children and just sluts in training… oh noes… we’re back to the paedo thing again..

But here we are, ask any deadbeat dad who does not have contact with his sons, and you’ll get the stock answer, I should be there for them, teaching them, guiding them, doing manly things with them.

But is it the fucking truth?

About now I am as popular with deadbeat dads as a “paedo” admiring the tits on a 14 year old chick in a topless beach…

Oh I know, there are all sorts of things I *could* be doing with and for my absent sons, all sorts of things I feel I *should* be doing with and for my absent sons, yadda yadda yadda

But the unspeakable question.

What’s in it for me?

Did you cringe reading that? Did it make you feel guilt, the same way looking at the pic above and thinking she is pretty…

Is me explaining how my life is easier, more money and free time and all that jazz, somehow reminiscent of “if they are old enough to bleed, they are old enough to breed”, you cannot counter it directly, but it is just WROOOONNNG… MMKAYY.. so DROP IT…

However, no pubescent teen virgins were harmed by this discussion, just as no absent sons were harmed by this discussion, so the only thing this discussion is a threat to is the whole concept of the unspeakable.

Paedophilia is a good place to start, in your creation of an unspeakable, cannibalism is a better taboo, but, you cannot potentially link 75% of day to day activity for 99.999% of the population with potential cannibalism, it just doesn’t fly.

Of course you then have to set the boundaries in such a way that 99.9% of people are tempted, because you need that fucking guilt to get them to shut the fuck up when someone else is accused, so there is no good to be had from making the minimum age at which you can have sex 7, like cannibalism, 99.999% of the population wouldn’t be tempted anyway, so you have to set it at a ludicrously high level, biologically and historically speaking, see homosexuality, a young boy of 16/7 could join the army and get his ass blown off by flying lead and HE, but he couldn’t consent to a loving sexual encounter with another man unless he was 21.

Ok, now you have a universally reviled act, that you have simultaneously engineered to be something that, within the broadest terms of the definition, 99.999% of the population are biologically hard-wired to find “interesting” at the very least, so you have your guilt, which gives you your control… Neimoller anyone?

Next step?

Well, you mission creep that fucker.


Now I have been online since fidonet and the BBS days, long before there was an internet, last time I accidentally came across some paedo porn? Must have been about 1996… so this isn’t exactly a pandemic of filth that needs urgent attention, it’s just mission creep, making ever more people feel guilty.

Let’s be honest, who is going to stand up and say “Hang on a minute, do we actually need any more fucking useless laws on this subject?” nobody, you filthy paedolover and apologist you…

Want to marginalise some fucker, no worries, just label them a paedo, or a deadbeat dad. Job done.

Actual paedophilia is of course still going on, and it is a great tool for blackmail and political control, so it is not actual paedophilia, or active drug use, or active anything that is ever targeted, it is all about guilt, which is all about control.

So, you have systems in place that arguably both;

  1. do nothing whatsoever to combat the alleged problem
  2. just happen to be a very effective means of coercion and control for the 99.999% of the population who were never tempted by the alleged problem in the first place.

Pure coinckydink, of course, only a paedo or terr’rist would suggest that in fact the REAL goals and the actual outcomes were the only game in town, and the stated goals were just a methodology, social engineering.

Now tell me again, what is in it for me to become actively involved in raising my abducted by the skank ho ex and State sons…. they already have my fucking DNA

Being brutally honest with you, if they read and memorise this blog, that’s about all else I can give them.

My skills, well, bit like grandad teaching me how to make buggy whips, not relevant to life in 2013 innit.

If the remaining 99.99999% of me feeling bad about somehow letting my son’s down is just social engineering, then by definition it is alien to me, and I am better off rejecting it, and so are my sons, so if I have contact with them it will be BECAUSE of the social engineering, and as such I would be infected by it, and my proximity to them would infect them.

Hilariously. This is the exact argument the state uses WRT sexual abuse, that the abused go on to create more abusers.


Because it is a bell that cannot be un-rung in your mind.


June 24, 2013

now and again, in the city of tiny lights

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:06 am

You can run into a wimminz who is not *quite* as outlandish as most, with whom you can have some semblance of a normal conversation for a few hours.

And it can be interesting, when you start to compares notes, such as recent things I have written about re the changes in PoF / swingers sites / the dating scene in general, because they see much of the same thing.

What is interesting in a way is that you get into a philosophical chicken and egg thing about how people actually live vs the way they think… so this chick, like me;

  • chooses to rent and not buy, cos you can move quick and won’t be trapped in negative equity when the housing bubble pops
  • lives alone, no kids and shit to support
  • doesn’t have a bathroom and bedroom littered with beauty and make up products and potions and lotions
  • works a Monday to Friday 9 to 5 job and pays her own rent / fuel / vehicle / etc bills

as opposed to most wimminz, who;

  • live in a house with a mortgage that they kept after splitting with the ex, or live in a rent subsidised state owned council house.
  • have kids at home
  • have bedrooms and bathrooms that contain 30% of the entire product range hair/beauty products
  • if they work at all it will be less than 16 hours a week to quality for working tax credits, or they have a mcjob feminist job somewhere rather than a private employer.

The top group is far far far rarer, but far closer to the reality of life as lived by most men, and as a result, has attitudes that are far closer to those held by most men, which is interesting because it just goes to show how much creating entitled pwincesses encourages entitlement pwincess attitudes…

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Recently over at the spearhead Bill has donned his apron again because some wimminz politician has started to wibble about including wimminz in the (armed forces) draft.

Quite apart from the amusing travesty of a nation that was founded specifically to have a civil militia, but in which standing armies were illegal, going on touting itself as the land of the free, and remaining one of the few countries on the planet in the 21st century that requires (male) citizens to *register* for service in the military, Bill starts wibbling about how this will weaken the military, and other posters start talking about how a 12 year old boy can overpower a 25 year old wimminz.

See that bit above about actual lifestyle shaping attitudes.

You won’t find no korea/nam vets, either US army or British or French forces, who will be dismissive of 12 year old girls, much less 25 year old wimminz, when it comes to their ability or willingness to fuck you up, and upper body strength never gets time to enter the equation.

It used to be if you could pull 7lbs with your index finger you were as capable of dealing death and mayhem as a steroid pumped no neck grunt who could bench press a couple of ammo cases all day long, nowadays all you have to do is toggle a joystick and click a microswitch.

The blonde whore who fucked up (Jessica Lynch) last time rather infamously only did so because she was the minority entitlement pwincess surrounded by big strong men, Abu Ghraib (Lyyndie England) will tell you all you need to know about how these same wimminz can behave, given half a chance.

When the military goes into places it has no fucking business going, which is basically every conflict and non war the US has been involved in, ever, then again it ain’t big strong grunts making this policy, they is just cannon fodder for the wimminz and niggerz politicians back home making “policy”

Take away the superiority and exclusivity of big strong men on the battlefield doesn’t somehow make war less honourable or more bloody or worse or any other shit, what it does do is completely fuck up the side that thinks big strong men are the biz, or did the nam “whores” who razored up, bombed, or fed bamboo shoots to the yanks not count as “combatants” because they didn’t have a dog tag and khakis?

Bill is also, for some strange reason, assuming that this draft legislation is aimed at getting these wimminz in to the trenches on the front lines along with the rest of the cannon fodder.

Cue all the usual disguised white knight bullshit about how will a wimminz carry the 120 lbs of ammo you need up to your position yadda yadda yadda.

The bitches will do quite well in an all or mainly female platoon deployed on US soil against US citizens in a “peacekeeping” role, with material support right up to the firezone on metalled roads by 6×6 and track laying vehicles.

Whether you shoot them up, or get shot up by them, all anyone will know or hear about is what an evil fucker you were, and it will double down, win win, more wimminz get into that shit.

Bill, like many other yanks, still stupidly assume that the powers that be want to preserve the good ole yew ess of aih, and not break that bitch down for profit and reorganisation, you know, like the good ole yew ess ess of arr.

Bill, like 99.9% of wimminz and all niggerz, ain’t living the way men actually live, see above, so he is as delusional as any entitlement pwincess, both about the role of wimminz in the military, and the future of the USA.

The yanks you yanks SHOULD be listening to are the ones saying shit like “As I sit here in Ecuador/wherever typing this blog post….


June 21, 2013


Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:37 pm

Many moons ago there were a bunch of bikers who went by the handle DILLIGAF & LAGNAF, most people worked out Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck, not so many worked out Let’s All Get Naked And Fuck.

There are hundreds of thousands of citizens on the streets of Brazil protesting, and all anyone can say is it started with a protest about a 10 cent rise in bus fares due to a tax hike, and because the state gave in to that, the protesters were just encouraged by it.

The American war of independence also started with a protest about a rather small tax hike of a few cents, if you want to look at things that way, and if you do look at things that way, you won’t be prepared for much of what did happen, least of all the Constitution.

“The last straw that broke the camel’s back” is an old saying.

It is true, and always has been, that there are some children who are sexually abused, some women & men who are raped, some employees who are unfairly dismissed, and so on, but it is also true that despite vast swathes of new laws and rulings, nothing has changed for these poor unfortunates, instead those who have not genuinely suffered to any degree are rewarded, and those who have not offended to any degree are punished.

Today a teacher who ran away with a pupil, at the child’s DEMAND, because she threatened to kill herself if she did not, and both of whom claim to still be deeply in love, indeed, the child’s testimony was nothing but “*I* made all the running, *not* the teacher” and yet he is today jailed for 5.5 years, while genuine institutionalised sexual abuse of children continues in this country, somehow never quite getting as far as files being passed to the Crown Prosecution Service, no matter how many come forward, no matter how many separate investigations there are, no matter how obvious the truth.

Wimminz I know, and niggerz, have a genuine struggle to believe that I am serious when I tell them that if I see a wimminz being brutally raped, or a child come to that, I will simply walk on past and make like the three monkeys, neither seeing, hearing or saying anything.

Yet, this is exactly what I would do, for this is what I have been taught by society to do as a survival tactic.

Back along, I was in a peter (slang for jail cell) with another inmate, one day we got to discussing Social Security, I was obviously smart and educated, so he asked me if I thought I knew what it was.

I told him, and he said, no, you are wrong.

Social Security is not security for the individual, it is security for society from the individual.

With social security, no-one has an excuse to steal to eat etc. This protects those with food to steal, and allows for punishment of those who do steal, because they did not have to in order to eat.

As I get older I find myself agreeing more and more with his assessment, but he missed the trigger.

The trigger is men like me, who have stood accused of all sorts of vile and disgusting things in secret family court, when the fact is that if only 10% of them were true there would have been no court hearing, no witnesses, no testimony.

DILLIGAF is true for me, and should say 1,000 other DILLIGAF men in this country suddenly find themselves having a reason to GAF, we could take the state down to anarchy in a week.

This is what all the prism and crap is really all about, the state is scared shit-less of those who shit red pills for breakfast, but like all the new rules that do not protect those they were allegedly intended to, like all the last straw tax hikes, like all the other changes being made to the social contract between citizens and the state, they all appear to be totally incapable of doing anything to address the root problem, and only capable of making things worse with ever higher levels of collateral damage.

Every revolution in human history has one thing in common, one constant, and that is when the people stop giving a fuck what the state thinks of them or says about them, or offers them, or threatens them with.

So today this skank ho on a sex site starts talking to me, so I tell her, send me a pic of your cunt babe, cos I can tell from the face she ain’t no Twiggy, so she send me a bunch of pics, some of them are presumably of her cunt, all I can see is a fold in fat stubbly flesh, it could be a belly crease, it could be anything, a couple of other pics are of syringe needles through her nipples, she has large and saggy mis-shapen tits, but they look like some crazed sci-fi doctor grafted them on to her obese torso from a completely different body, she likes it kinky and submissive, and her husband and father of her disabled child can’t give her that, so she has his permission to fuck random guys while he is a work and the disabled kid is in special needs school.

I like sex and fucking as much as the next guy, but this is to sex as Tracy Emin is to Constable or Van Gogh or Miro in the art world, but never mind, she has intuition apparently, and she can tell that I am not the guy for her, probably because of the lack of responses from me saying how sexy she looked.

I fail to understand why bestiality and paedophilia and necrophilia are all illegal, when it is legal for creatures like this to fuck, and breed, and think of themselves as sexy, and of course I fully understand the moral and ethical problems with, for example, the whole concept of fucking pre-pubescent children, but it is sort of irrelevant in the same way that knowing which of the Caribbean islands is the best tax haven for a billionaire is irrelevant, I have as much sexual interest in fucking a pre-pubescent child as I do in fucking a grown man’s hairy asshole.

On one level I can accept and grant that some people on this planet can look at a guy’s hairy asshole, or a small naked child, and find it sexually arousing, but me, I just don’t *get* it, it’s like jazz…

But at least both of those are human, and some of these wimminz, even excepting their nature and mentality and focusing solely on the flesh, are no more human than some of the more freaky melted flesh monsters dreamt up by film FX directors, it is mystery meat, and I again can accept that a tissue sample and DNA test will identify it as human, but then again, those same tests will identify a massive pustulating tumour as human flesh…

For me at least I feel that any process that could be applied to me that would enable me to get a hard on for such *creatures* would be akin to a journey down a long road, and of necessity I would first have to pass through those places where a guy’s hairy asshole got me hard, and then a naked pre-pubescent child got me hard.

And I say this very contentious, but true, thing for one reason and one reason only, there are male creatures out there that do fuck these things, that chase them, that go back for more…

HG Wells reckoned it would take until the 800th millenium for humans to split, or in Darwinian terms, to evolve into two species… and yet it is a truism that those living through great change never see it, too close to the wood to see the trees, and it is only much later that other can look back and state that this was a period of change.

For a long time it was assumed that the process of evolution was a steady and gradual process, like sand running through an hourglass, but, as our understanding and data increased, we found instead that what actually happens is Nature provides relatively long periods of stability, and very short islands of time when things change dramatically in a matter of a few generations, maybe 20 at most.

I contend however that we are indeed in such a period of change now.

I contend that the last 300 years of human technology has triggered this change, by the simple fact that ever greater proportions of human who would in the past not have survived long enough to breed, and now alive and breeding.

Even in this world of essentially free processed food and shelter available on demand 24/7, there is a significant proportion of the population who STILL could not survive alone, they require regular medications, or mobility scooters to tote their lardy mystery meat asses around, or that others may be crippled so that they can “compete”.

We are not living or Orwell’s 1984, or Animal Farm, or Solyent Green, or Gattaca, or any other such dystopian future.

I contend instead that we are living on the Island of Dr Moreau.

DILLIGAF? About mine own species, perhaps…..

April 20, 2013

You are a nasty angry little man.

Yeah, sure, in reality there is stuff that boils my piss, there is bullshit I won’t suffer in silence, I make no attempt whatsoever to be politically correct and tell it like it is (or at least, how I see it) as a matter of routine.

Sure, I will sit there and stew, you fucking fucking cunt asshole, mutter mutter, but in reality this is whatever stresses I do have boiling away rather than being repressed and internalised.

Sure, there are things that I disagree with PROFOUNDLY, such as the way the state and the system have treated my kids and my ex, and by extension wimminz and single mommies in general.


But the reality is overall I am the most de-stressed individual you will ever meet, the wisdom of St Francis, I ***KNOW*** there is shit I cannot change, so I just shrug and get on with life, and overall life is treating me pretty good as a result.

I am not an nasty angry little man, I am an experienced man who literally does not give a fuck about anyone else, I don’t care what they think, I don’t care what they feel, I am not responsible for their happiness or their precious little snowflake delusions.

*they* mainly cannot fucking believe that someone, me, had the nerve to come out and say the things I said, because what *they* are used to is nobody calling them on their shit.

So on a social networking site, some skank ho with a handle not a million miles away from “worms in my head“, with dead fish eyes, with a shaved head, with piercings, with fuck off great huge tattoos all over her body, with a wardrobe that looks like it was chosen from Malcolm McLaren‘s hand me downs back in the punk era, with no job because they are “too ill to work”, asks a question about whether “someone” disclosing mental health issues is likely to affect their chances of getting a meet, yours truly tells it like it is.

Yours truly says, one look at your profile pics bitch, is all the confirmation I need that you are fucking looney tunes, and no I would not fuck you, but, in your favour, at least you are OBVIOUSLY loony tunes, which makes you safer to be around than all the undiagnosed Cluster B wimminz out there, and their white knight niggerz.

Yours truly is not shocked, or outraged, or surprised, or anything else, by the tsunami of outrage and bullshit that follows, or the fact that yet again it comes from the same small section of the overall “membership”, or the fact that they are all the skank ho psycho wimminz who I wouldn’t fuck anyway, fugly cunts well past their use by date.

Yours truly is not surprised at getting yet another forum timeout.

Yours truly is not surprised at getting his comments deleted from the thread.

Yours truly is not angry, or upset, or a hater.

You want the truth, yours truly know an iniquitous cesspool of skank ho mirror mirror on the wall when he sees one, and sometimes it is fun to throw a rock in the cess pool and watch the ripples spread out, aim it properly so it lands on one of the subsurface lurkers and hey ho.

What *IS* interesting is the odd female who starts agreeing with what I say, and who promptly get THEIR comments deleted also.

What *IS* interesting is the odd male who starts standing up and noting that it is always the same fucking wimminz who object to everything everyone else says anywhere in the forums.

What *IS* interesting is the ABSOLUTE denial of the more extreme psycho skank ho wimminz and niggerz who cannot, fucking, believe, that a complete cunt like me can actually get any cunt myself.

They are as thoroughly brainwashed as the average american is about Islam.

If you are a yank reading this, here is the news, the rest of the world hates the fucking USA the way one wimminz hates another wimminz with bigger implants and smaller thighs, its the hypocrisy we hate, truth justice apple pie and predator drone strikes on civilians after interfering with democratic processes in other countries in resource wars, that is what the USA is and what it does.

The rest of the word “hates you for your freedom” just like everyone one the forums hates these skank ho wimminz for their sensitivity, sensuality and sexuality.




The Chechen brothers were not chilled out and so laid back as to be horizontal guys like me, content to comment and not buy your bullshit, they were nasty and angry little men, who took to violence to make a statement.

People like me, we are the canaries in the coal mine, quite happy to sing away in our gilded cages, it beats the living shit out of slaving away at the coal face, or being a pit pony, etc

There the analogy breaks down, because the explosive gas does not kill us and silence us and act as a warning to everyone else, on the contrary (kudos to Harry Harrison) we are the new breed, genetically enhanced canaries, we are the only cunts in the coal mine who can breathe explosive gases, hell it gives is a buzz, so we cheep LOUDER.

Explosions, that’s what we are chirping about, explosive gas = explosions = blowing this fucking gilded cage apart = freedom from oppression and bullshit (kudos to Fritz the Cat) … it’s a high bro, tweets to all the other canaries in the mines, PAAARTAAAAY time.

Attacking the canaries is textbook MISSING THE FUCKING POINT, the canaries aren’t the explosive gases, nor are they mining and releasing the explosive gases (To be strictly correct it wasn’t just explosive gases, it was lack of oxygen that canaries were there to warn about) nor are they running the mines, in fact we had less freedom about being here than the miners themselves, who sold their souls to the company store, but who did it voluntarily.

No, the only nasty angry and delusional assholes here are the ones who are trying to shut the canaries up, because they have no answers for the other angry nasty delusional assholes WHO THEY THEMSELVES BRED, like the Chechen boys.

So, I have lived to see (virtually from a distance) a daytime curfew in the USA, achieved by two nasty angry young men, and a room full of wimminz and niggerz who WILL NOT TOLERATE any attacks on their authoritah, y’hear….

Game over man.

Who do I have to fuck to get a transfer out of this chickenshit outfit.

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