Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

October 9, 2012

There was a kid’s toy….

…that had a rider / driver wearing a crash helmet, you pressed the helmet and the head inside span around to show a different face / expression.

Expand this slightly from the toys limited by 50 cent mechanics choices of two “heads” to anywhere from 6 to 20, and you have not just all wimminz, but all people.

These aren’t all different personalities, but different facets of the same personality, and you only get to see the one that is ascendant at that moment in time.

Nothing at all says that different faces that pop into the helmet cannot have opposing desires and attitudes with regard to any specific thing, I can want a cigarette and not want a cigarette at the same moment in time, whether I actually smoke one depends on what face is showing.

Controlling behaviour, whether it is controlling smoking or controlling taking shit at work or controlling my interactions with wimminz is then simply a matter of controlling what faces or facets of my personality are allowed to spend time being visible in the helmet as my outward public face / personality trait.

By the same token, NOT controlling behaviour is to let any face that wants to take its turn in the helmet, and the next face in line is always the one that shouts loudest to be next in the helmet.

One of the tenets of MGTOW is “Judge people by their actions, not their words.”… so Fred / Wilma will turn up at your place at 7 pm as agreed if that is what they actually want to do, forget what they say they want, and similarly 7 pm will come and go and no sign or Fred / Wilma and maybe even no excuse, if that is also what they actually want to do, forget what they say they want.

Wild horses won’t stop the face in control at 6:45 pm from doing what it wants, so it is just a question of is the face in control at 6:45 pm the same one that said they would be at yours at 7 pm, or not…

While all people have this facility, in the case of wimminz that mechanism is tuned and maintained and lubed and honed to perfection, you can be sat with a wimminz who is showing face #27 of her repertoire, look away for an instant to pick up your coffee cup, take a sip, go to put the cup down, look back at the wimminz and there is face #13, and you never saw the transition….

Of course, everyone CAN control which face is showing, watch the “out of control” wimminz suddenly control herself when the boys in blue arrive, watch the “in control” wimminz suddenly break down and cry when the niggerz appears on the scene to support her, watch the kid run home and not actually start crying until they get to their own driveway, watch the police, watch the judge, watch the politician…

So, why do people do it?

Basically it’s a coping mechanism, watch the skanks on the slut walk, just daring everyone NOT to call their bluff that they are really just pathetic scared lonely unfuckable losers, campaigning for the *right* for the unfuckably ugly and nasty to walk unmolested at night, because lets face it NOBODY molests them, except drunks, and that is the fucking problem, so try and bring about a state of affairs where another face in the helmet can deny that the real reason for this is that they are unfuckably ugly and nasty, and claim that it is because they have “taken back the night” (from whom, precisely)

And so, we come yet again to a hard wired evolutionary trait, a process that develops over millennia and longer, stuck in a technological society that arose from nothing in the last century or two, not even an eye-blink in evolutionary terms, and so everything is out of sync.

Treating wimminz as we do in modern western society is LITERALLY as insane as taking a large predator such as a bear or big cat for a house pet, and claiming that all you have to do is treat it nicely and it will be nice back and never fuck you up, just because that is it’s nature.

Predators and other animals may well have less faces to choose from to display in their helmets, but the transitions are just as sudden and rapid and unpredictable, the only thing you can predict with any certainty is that these transitions will indeed occur.


Let’s take an arbitrary environment, let’s say it is a lush valley, let’s say that valley can support 2,000 lbs of carnivorous predator.

Nature has a choice, 2 x 1,000 lb huge predators, or 20 x 1oo lb medium predators, or 2,000 x 1 lb predators.

Nature being a fan of playing all bets at once you’ll get 2 x 500 lb predators, big cats or bears, 8 x 100 lb medium sized predators, fox / wolves / coyote, and 200 x 1 lb small predators, shrews and voles etc, and yes all my sizes and weights are off, but the principle is sound….

There is a valid argument that back in the day man did not domesticate dogs, so much as dogs domesticated themselves to benefit from living with men…

In the last 50,000 years man has influenced dog’s breeding, but not genetics or heritage or future genetic potential, and so we now have much bigger dogs than would exist in the wild, and some much smaller dogs than would exist in the wild.

Man has been living with woman for far longer, and just because there is no Kennel Club for wimminz, it does not mean that selective breeding is not taking place, nature ALWAYS has a seat at the table, and now we get CONTENTIOUS.


DNA is in many ways just DNA’s way of making more DNA, as far as nature and DNA is concerned, if a million human babies are born today then a million new DNA replicators are born, nature and DNA does not care if this or that individual breeds, you cousin’s DNA is close enough, if he breeds and you don’t DNA wins.

But on the smaller scale, the selective breeding is always taking place, being contentious, having two children and giving them a hell of a start in life is one strategy, having ten and letting the dice fall where they may is another, nature being nature both strategies and everything in between will be played all the time, nature is a numbers game.

And so to the bone of contention, nature and DNA have no stake in “failed” genetic experiments, you can be homosexual or heterosexual or bisexual or anything else, but if you don’t breed, then nature and DNA are quite happy for you to write your own individual genetic material out of the never ending story.

For much of human history, having six kids that lived and four that died was normal.

So wimminz today retain the ability to simply write off three of four kids, whether to abortion or abandonment or even being killed by their mother, it is hard wired.

But wimminz today also retain the ability to HAVE six kids, but many / most are stuck with 2.2, and an ever increasing number, the unfuckably ugly and nasty, and stuck at a big fat 0

This then, is where and why and how the faces come in to play, and with the exception of the “breeders” many of those hard wired faces are useless and surplus to requirements, but still there, still wanting face time in the helmet, and as the saying goes, the devil finds work for idle hands.

If you think nothing on the planet infuriates a feminist as much as telling them they should be at home surrounded by six happy kids, because deep within their own programming tells them the same thing, try that same line on the unfuckably nasty, or the infertile, or the ones who have “postponed” kids for a career, and you will discover the human equivalent of the very short fuse attached to the very large bomb…. Usain Bolt isn’t fast enough to light that fucker and sprint for safety…

…but if you watch REALLY closely, you can just about catch the 1/1,000th of a second transition from one face to another.

September 23, 2012

Messages in messages

In this final bit on addiction, I want to touch on aversion, what happens to make an ex smoker such an anti smoker, what happens to make a red piller so anti blue piller.

It is with some irony that I note that it is 4 am and I am sat here with a coffee typing this, when back in the smoking addiction days it would have been a smoke and a coffee and back to bed, on nights when you just can’t get back to sleep….

…the irony being that I always said smoking was a drug just like cannabis, it kept me calm and tranquil and lazy, and made me put up with shit from other people and wimminz that I would never put up with when not under the influence…. lacking the drug to dull my brain, I must now type as I slurp coffee.

There is a wimminz on PoF using a quote in her profile, it goes like this “If I have to chase and fight for your attention, eventually I won’t want it anymore.”   which is particularly hilarious because at one point when she was “looking for long term” relationshit on PoF I included her in the mailshot, but she decided to play princess, so I ignored her, now here she is 9 or so months later having reduced herself to the “intimate encounter” section, and she messaged me this time, and now it is on offer on the table I don’t fucking want it anymore bitch…. that’s aversion.

Aversion lite, to be sure, not steaming turd on my dinner plate full on aversion, but aversion like addiction usually starts with small steps into territory suitable for building superhighways.

It’s why when wimminz have had your cock once and decided to move on, or talked to you once and decided to move on, or have just decided to move on, they are in aversion mode, and everything and anything you do only strengthens and reinforces that aversion…. best thing you can do is walk away and never look back… bo peep and her sheep

Aversion is in many ways the flipside of addiction…. just as an addiction to smoking will constantly barrage your concious mind with pop up ads and interstitials and links and spam to smoking is good stuff, a full on aversion will do the same thing, the most drop dead gorgeous kinky obedient slutty sex bomb on the planet, and then you see her spark up a smoke and yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk.

Aversion is what happens in many men’s heads when they realise / discover / suspect that cupcake just had another man’s cock dump a load in her, you still get all the popups and interstitials and links and spam in your conciousness, but instead of saying “gooooood” at you they are saying “baaaaaad” at you.

Here is a little interesting fact.

Every time I have quit smoking, it has lowered my sex drive… go on…. google it… you’ll get plenty of hits.

Except it doesn’t make sense, and it isn’t true, and something else entirely is happening.

Me on smoke can just ignore all sorts of annoying crap about a wimminz and think pure porn about what we are gonna do.

Me off smoke can’t ignore all that annoying crap, and it starts to get in the way, and it starts to invite “aversion” to the party, and you can LITERALLY go from cock throbbing at the thought of an individual specific wimminz to meh, no, can’t be bothered, about the same wimminz, within 72 hours of quitting smoking cold turkey…. simply because you made space for all that aversion to come in, and didn’t take care to populate that space with extra spicy porno thoughts first.

Guys we all know this, one of the times I started smoking again (I said before wimminz were behind every time I started) was when my psycho skank ho ex launched her FRA against me, I could go to the shop and buy some tobacco and smoke it to CALM DOWN, or I could go and buy some booze, and we all know where that would lead…

That first smoke to an ex smoker is a doozy, but fact is, that addiction doesn’t come back like a bullet in the head all or nothing…. you could have the odd random smoke… cigar at christmas etc…  it took work to get the addiction back to full strength…. it takes work to fight that addiction back to a distant background hum, and it takes work to bring an aversion into play, or to overcome one.

This is the point, you do have to participate in the process, subconsciously or deliberately, vigorously or apathetically, the tobacco companies are right, nobody got addicted without their own participation, and the anti lobby is right too, it is far too easy to manufacture that participation in so many ways, from subtle products placement to direct in your face marketing.

Aversion therapy works pretty much the same way…. nobody can be made to avoid something without their own participation, but that participation is all too easy to get, what with advertising and direct marketing and the general background radiation of the MSM

The blue piller is the addiction, the red piller is the one who has rejected the addiction and now feels aversion…. just as the blue piller feels aversion for the red piller.

Does British American Tobacco really give a fuck which one of its products you smoke 30 a day of?

Do TPTB really give a fuck which one of the blue pills 95% of the populace takes every day, as long as 95% keep taking the blue pills, all will be well.

That………… now we have come to the message within the message, as I alluded to above about quitting smoking making your dick limp, is that unlike in the film the Matrix where everything is down to a simple binary choice, red pill or blue pill, in reality these addictions are like so many bramble bushes that grow through one another and entwine with one another and grow upon one another…  it’s like saying “I’m gonna give up eating monosodium glutamate“, easy to say, fucking hard to do, it is in everything, labelled or not, so instead of having to give up one food item, you have to give up whole food groups, eateries, supermarkets and lifestyle choices.

So one of the classier tricks of the blue pill is to make you think you have given up the blue pill, when in reality you just have a different chef, different marketing / branding, and wall to wall blue pill on the menu.

Here aversion can be used, use the red pill aversion to strengthen the dislike and dismissal for anyone who attempts to point out you just changed tables in the same blue pill restaurant…

SO time gets tough and world war three breaks out, the boys in the trenches gotta have their smokes, I know I would, I always resort to shock to the system the same way, I reach for the tobacco, BECAUSE IT IS A FUCKING DRUG, and because since time immemorial humans have self medicated themselves…. or maybe I wouldn’t… maybe I only do it in peacetime when transgressions are easier to spot….

Sometimes, living in the blue pill world, it can HURT to have an IQ, to have ability, to have honour, to have standards, to have integrity

Take a toke, read the MSM, talk to a wimminz, then look at me, minding my own business, and you will get three different but similar descriptions of what I am, from three different people, one smoking, one reading the MSM and one involved with the wimminz, and none of them know me or anything about me, yet they will describe be, and in doing so circumscribe and enchain me and brand me with acts and deeds that I may never have done or never do.

Addictions and aversions like filters, they do not merely change the way the world is seen, they in effect change the world, at least as far as human decision making… sure, outcomes will be different.

It’s time to quote Vonnegut again

Very few, at any rate. It occurs to me that the man and his religion are one and the same thing. The unknown exists. Each man projects on the blankness the shape of his own particular world-view. He endows his creation with his personal volitions and attitudes. The religious man stating his case is in essence explaining himself. When a fanatic is contradicted he feels a threat to his own existence; he reacts violently.

Blue pillers, wimminz and niggerz, they all be fanatics of the worst kind, so be careful out there…. your own addictions and aversions may put you in someone else’s sights.

September 22, 2012

Dildos in messages


Today I want to continue the subject of addiction.


I’m sure most of you have some experience of this, something you’ve gone cold turkey on, smoking is a common one.


If you have experience of this, you’ll know exactly what I mean, you suddenly noticing, entirely by accident, the tobacco packet in the bin, that just might contain enough for one smoke, noticing entirely by accident the bit part player in that film smoking, noticing entirely by accident the sound of the zippo as the bit part player lights up, noticing entirely by accident that according to google maps it is 0.2 miles or 4 minutes walk from here to the nearest shop that sells tobacco…..


What I am describing here is the addictive pathways in the brain that crave nicotine taking every possible opportunity to ensure that not only are other addictive pathways and superhighways taken, but that your concious mind is aware of this fact, aware that you are cruising down the Marlboro Interstate, but you have no smokes, and here and here and here you could get some, and it would be so easy, and so satisfying, and anyways it’s not like ONE fucking cigarette, which is going to make you feel so goooood anyway, is gonna do you any harm…. not like you can’t still give up smoking, but maybe why try to do it all at once and fail, maybe better to cut down  and quit slowly, so maybe better to have just one smoke now, just have to swing by the shop, hey whaddaya know, I’m right outside the shop, ok, just one packet…


… and there you go.


It doesn’t matter if we are talking about tobacco or booze or heroin or cunt, it is the addictive process and pathways that are at work and that are of interest to us.


It is the addictive pathways and processes that almost act like independent intelligent agents, so clever and subtle and pervasive are their ways.


Me as a smoker is one thing, me as an ex smoker who hasn’t touched a cigarette for months is another thing, me in the transition stage from being a smoker to being an ex smoker is yet another thing entirely…


You might be able to trust me in either the smoker or non smoker stage to be an independent person capable of rational thought, but in the transition stage? Am I the sort of person you want watching your nuclear reactors or your bread ovens when all I can think about is how far it is to the nearest tobacconist and oh look a no smoking sign that has a picture of a cigarette, a cigarette that sounds nice about now, just the one, so relaxing, so calming so good for me, BOOM… the fucking reactor / bread over / whatever went tits up.


OK, OK, you get the fucking point, AfOR’s been banging on about this shit for three days now, and it still don’t make any sense, you giving up smoking again dude and having a hard time?


Substitute “smoker” with “blue piller” and “ex smoker” with “red piller


Again, the problems for each of these individuals are minimal, the individual with the problems is the one attempting to transition from one state to the other, the one trying to quit the blue pill, cold turkey, AWALT motherfucker, AWALT, and then some mangina or their daughter or current squeeze walks up and NAWALT…. and NAWALT is just that one smoke, because cutting down slowly and eventually quitting is so much easier and nicer and better than cold turkey, even though we all know nobody ever actually quit that way….


NAWALT is the smoker, every time you say or think NAWALT you get that hit of calmness and tranquillity, and while NAWALT / smoking may eventually fuck your life up or end it in FRA / Cancer or whatever, at the individual level, no such thing, there are no consequences, short term or otherwise, for having that one puff….


AWALT is the ex smoker (gotta be an ex smoker, lol, not a smoking virgin) who can actually stand being around smokers, provided they stop trying to offer me fucking smokes and blowing smoke rings at me, provided they stop denying that I told them so when they start dying of cancer / FRA, provided they stop being jealous of me for spending my “tobacco allowance” on rock’n’roll.


It’s the motherfuckers trying to transition…..Addiction


bad enough without all those blue piller smokers saying you won’t enjoy being a non smoker son, and you won’t get to take smoke breaks at work, and you won’t ever see marlboro country, come on down here and spark one up with us, cos NAWALT mofo, NAWALT…


Then after a while you start to notice that the transition phase is itself a third phase between the addictive phase and the denial phase, because the truth is everyone is a potential addict, that’s how it works jack, and then you start to see just how much of vehemently defended free will and individuality really might just as well be addictive phase, because that nearest tobacco store is still only a 4 minute walk from my home….


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