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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 29, 2013

The friendzone – from the wimminz side

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

Oh, how I lol’ed….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I suspect they will.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the point of all this fucking drivel?

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


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