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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 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…..

June 8, 2013

no shit, part 93,954

There are some things I just can’t talk about, and others that I can, but I have to choose my words very carefully, and, sometimes, that act of choosing the words carefully makes talking about that thing pointless, because the redacted bits were an integral part of the story..

So, I wrote something on here nearly 18 months ago, it concerned a “fuck me now” skank I found on PoF… chat on PoF, invited over, fuck the crap out of her, leave… never been back… she is still there on PoF…

Imagine my mirth when this same skank turns up on a different site, and takes a look at my profile and decides to give it a go.

At this stage there are no face pics from me, and no profile pics at all from her, and so as usual I accuse her of being a man unless she can send me some pics, which she does, and I am thinking “I know that bitch”

So (and here we again see the benefit of keeping digital archives in perpetuity, backed up to the cloud of course) I check my records and yup, that’s teh grrrrl.. this could be fun.

So she asks for a face pic of me, and I send one, sitting back, smirking, waiting for the expected reaction. Or, simply being blocked.

And guess what, she carries on like she has never seen me before in her life.

I have mentioned this before in the internet dating stuff about wimminz forgetting who they have and have not selected and rejected in the past, and never to take rejection as permanent, but fuck me, to not remember a guy you invited into your house just over a year ago, a guy who spent several hours plundering all your holes to his heart’s content, and then you’re trying to tell the “new” me that you don’t often fuck, that you often go months without, that you still ain’t into three figures cock count wise…

… and we are not going anywhere near the issue of the PoF profile portraying one thing, and the other profile portraying a filthy whore who will do just about anything (that profile at least is correct)

I mean, WTF, I know you fucking wimminz are as thick as shit, and I know your hamster wheels and temporal narcissism can cause you to re-write some history and simple omit or ignore other bits on a whim as it suits you, but, I have to say…


Do you really think ***I*** won’t remember the cunt I fisted, the ass I pounded, the tits I bit or the face I slapped and pissed on, all at your request bitch, only just over a fucking year ago! WTF

Apparently *you* do wimminz, because otherwise you’d keep a MUCH closer watch on who YOU’VE fucked, so that the scenario I am describing here could never happen.

I can kinda get not caring enough who you fucked a year or two ago to not ever think about them, but to not CLICK when you cross paths with them again…

I was just chatting about this to a mate on the phone, and he joked that I am just pissed that I wasn’t a good enough fuck for her to remember me.

I pointed out that we can both remember skanks we talked to or IM’d or SMS‘d but for one reason or another it never got past that stage.

I ***KNOW*** the memory is in this skank’s head, because I have seen this so often with wimminz, but they really do appear to have the multiple personality schtick where the personality I am talking to now, is not the same personality that holds long term memories, and this personality knows the other one is there, and it could go ask that one and get answer, but just can’t be bothered to…

No wonder hitting the wall is such a major system shock for the skanks.

Wall? what wall? what are you talking about? BLAM! WTF? Boo-hoo…

April 25, 2013

Love and Covet

two quite separate things, that to modern wimminz be one and the same thing…

It’s a bit like the dichotomy between team cunt and men, wimminz fall out with their “best” friends over them both fucking the same man, some time passes and before you know it the two wimminz are best friends again…

I have lost track of the number of wimminz who declare their “love” for me, and then proceed to demand something that love would never grant, but covetousness would… had it yet again today, a wimminz who I grace with my cum on occasion who declares her “love” for me, who is *quite* aware of the fact that the feeling is anything but mutual, then demands to know, on the basis of her “love” for me, who else I am fucking.abbi-secraa-super-busty-sexy-school-girl-with-overdeveloped-breasts-12

Just for shits and giggles and because I like watching the hamster wheel try to precess, I explain it this…

AfOR – “So, let’s say I decide to fall in love with Abbi Seccra, OK?

skank – “Yeah

AfOR – “But, she doesn’t love me, OK?

skank – “Yeah

AfOR – “So I call her up and demand to know who she is fucking, and I have a right to this info because I love her, even though she doesn’t give a shit about me, right?

skank – “…well, err, no, BUT THAT’S DIFFERENT… yadda yadda

I don’t even bother to point out that love involves respect for the other person, while covetousness involves your own avarice and greed, and that nobody who felt even a shred of respect for another person would make demands that certain private information be shared with you, JUST BECAUSE OF HOW YOU FEEL, IRRESPECTIVE OF HOW THEY FUCKING FEEL…

I didn’t bother because I was talking to a wimminz, and talking to a wimminz about concepts like respect is like talking to a termite about concepts like conservation.

Which kinda brings us to the seven deadly sins… so lets run through em for this skank ho…

  • Lust – check, she wants my cock.
  • Gluttony –  check, she is a fat bitch
  • Greed – check, give her an inch she demands a mile
  • Sloth –  check, see fat bitch above
  • Wrath – check, she hates the bitch who wants my cock but hasn’t had it yet
  • Envy – check, she wishes she was the bitch who stayed last night and woke me up with a hummer
  • Pride – check, she thinks she is a real catch, despite the fact even if a trawler netted her she still wouldn’t be a catch.


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.

April 9, 2013

I feel a disturbance in the force

I’m lucky enough to both be old enough, and to have taken the opportunity to ask, some now dead people some questions.

I’m also lucky enough that my family was integrated enough that some personal histories and stories survived in some detail.

It also needs to be stressed at this point that, for example, WW2 looks a lot different to an allied serviceman who probably never set foot in mainland Europe before enlisting, and some poor chump born and raised in Baccarat or somewhere similar.

WW1, WW2, the Great Depression, the “Communist emergency” in Malaysia, Gulf War 1, Zimbabwe, etc… in a couple of cases I didn’t have to ask anyone, my knowledge was firsthand.

The questions?

  1. Could you tell it was coming?
  2. Why didn’t you do something?

Q1 always got you are variation of “do you think we were fucking stupid… of course we could fucking see it coming

Q2 was the interesting one, “like what, the fuckers who had the most to lose were the first to sell us all out

In reality there were many variations on a theme, and many absolutely fascinating stories, I thought my own family’s stories were interesting and exotic until I started asking these questions, then I realised they were not, shades of the chinese curse about living in interesting times…

They had one thing in common, Barons, historically speaking it doesn’t matter if they are feudal barons, robber barons, corporate barons, financial barons, mining barons, shipping barons, political barons, they all did the same thing, which was pursue their own agenda, everyone else was just collateral damage.

Question 1 was the answer given BY people who for whatever reasons, found it very difficult to adapt to the changing climate when the barons moved some pieces on the chessboard, if in the good times everything you have is tied up within a 5 mile radius of where you are, and suddenly upping sticks and moving 500 miles away sounds like a doom laden nightmare, then when the bad times loom on the horizon what are you gonna do?

Question 2 was the answer given ABOUT people who probably could have upped sticks and moved 500 miles away, and taken the loss in wealth and status and security from being a question 2 person to a question 1 person… but rather than take that loss chose to stay in the game and sell out to the new boss, and call it “adapting”.

Question 1 is a question that many people are starting to discuss openly.

Resource wars are nearly upon us, cf the yanks landing troops in corfu etc etc etc

March 31, 2013

WTF part 997, or the art of Zen, part 997

The trick with wimminz, at least, the trick with wimminz if you are going to be having some social interaction with them, eg fucking them, is to create a situation whereby you get what you want, a free fuck, and then they decide that you are just too much of an asshole in real life to waste their time with, and they dump your ass…. win win, thus avoiding the FRA extreme end of the scale, and the opposite clinger / stalker extreme end of the scale.

I always show wimminz the phone blocking app Mr Number, and how to install it, and I punch my fist into the air and say “YYEEESSSSSSS!!!” when they use it, or PoF, or a swinging site, to block me.

The trick to achieving this ultimate zen master state of being with teh wimminz is actually very very simple.

It is also incontrovertible proof that all wimminz, without exception, are mentally equivalent to a spoiled four year old.

(separate, but related, since the ultimate fate of any interaction with a wimminz is failure, never ever ever be tempted to share anything personal or factual about yourself, never give them any factual details, such as employer, ex’s names, financial details, and of course never ever let them even touch your phone / computer etc)

All you have to do is listen to EVERYTHING they say, and treat it as fact, and then the instant they say or do something that contradicts something they said previously, comment upon it, repeatedly.

So how about all that stuff on your profile about liking group sex then” you ask, and they tell you they just put any old shit in the profile, to make the profile interesting.

No, you said you would do anything I wanted, and I want you to do my ironing naked” you say, and they say they did do everything you wanted in bed.

No, I told you to hold still, you kept moving” and they’ll have an excuse for that too.. I don’t bother explaining that if I am doing you from behind while they are kneeling on the edge of the bed, if they move it means the edge of the bed bangs my knees etc etc.

And don’t let up on this shit, the FACT that they are not doing this that and the other, all of which they have told you they will and do do.

Also very important not to let them gaslight you or put words in your mouth, get visibly angry (but not threatening) when they try that shit.

You are not listening to a single word I say“, as though said to a sulky four year old, and equally as true and accurate.

Because, to a wimminz, all communication is the same as a politician or a lawyer, they actually have an agenda, this and this and this is how they are going to be, and there is no actual negotiation or movement possible, but words exist simply to nickel and dime the opponent one step at a time away from their starting position, to the point where the wimminz or politician or lawyer gets EXACTLY what they started out to get.

In reality, all I am doing is employing EXACTLY the same attitude, my agenda and position is non negotiable, but I take the absolute opposite tactic to achieve this, everything I say is literally true, and everything you say I will accept as truth and not cease to insist you make good on BEFORE we proceed any further at all.

This is the point where you must not laugh or smile, because this is the point where the mask falls away and the wimminz all look exactly like spoiled four year olds, they look hurt and upset, lips closed, eyes averted, sullen, non-communicative.

You are supposed, according to the wimminz, to break at this and offer support and unconditional surrender, because frankly speaking their own box of party tricks is now completely empty, but if you are a cool bastard you stick to your guns, and your lines, and don’t let that bone go.

Just in case you are a dumb bastard who did not get the memo, the wimminz will give you one final chance to be her own personal mangina and tampon, and essentially ask you if you would like her to go.

Since this whole thing started because she said she would do anything you wanted, so you said do my ironing naked bitch, to which she says I have done everything you wanted, so you said do my ironing naked bitch, to which she says I have done everything you wanted, so you said do my ironing naked bitch, so she said do you want me to leave…

It should be stressed that you did not ask her to leave, you asked her to fulfill the words and promises she herself made about herself, what she seeks and what she offered you.

You are quite happy for her to stay, but she said she would do anything, and I fucked her in all her holes so right now I’d like her to do my ironing naked…. that is what I want.

Since I did not ask her to leave, I do not give any response about her implied threat to leave, “stop putting words I did not say in my mouth, and start standing by the words that you did say that came out of your mouth” is the only clarification needed on her spoiled four year old act.

Of course, just standing there and avoiding your gaze is too difficult for a wimminz, so like a four year old threatening to hold their breath unless you buy them an ice kweem, they will be in slow sulky motion, picking up all their shit so you know they really really really mean it about leaving.

Make sure you follow them around and be helpful, here’s your phone, here’s you car keys, but invariably they will “accidentally” leave behind a pair of stocking or panties or something, not to get you to contact them, but as a parting shot reminder of the “good times” you had, put them straight in the bin…lol

If you are truly blessed, as I am, 30 minutes after they sulk their way outta your door your boss will call you asking if you want some overtime, so I spend the next 11 hours 100+ miles away with my thumb up my ass mainly doing sweet fuck all but being paid double time for it.

Come 1 am and as bender said, my work her is done, fire up the car, crank up the stereo REAL loud, and check your PoF / swinging accounts and yippee, the skank has blocked me… re-sult… lol


March 23, 2013

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