Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

December 28, 2012


There are noises that the wimminz make when being fucked, and I am a fucking god at this shit, so I do NOT mean the ooh ahh oh god baby stuff that they ALL do… I’m talking about the noises that I can make maybe one in twenty wimminz make.

The little involuntary and entirely non-verbal squeals.

The little squeals that do not coincide exactly with your thrusting in or out or anything else, when you get these invariable it is some of the best sex you get, because she is into you in a big way, and then you have a positive feedback loop.

I’ve got a mate, he is back in the UK again now, broke, but about ten years ago he started to get into porn, then kinky porn, then extreme porn, but all in a very fringe / amateur sort of way, and while there was money involved he was in it for the kicks, not the money, so think private email lists and DVD distribution, not the commercial houses.

I can remember at the time we had a lot of discussions about the fact that the way he was working was, in methodology of distribution and revenue earning, pretty fucking close to kiddie porn, and they throw the fucking key away for that shit… and then they brought in a new law that made a lot of previously legal porn illegal, so matey departs to foreign shores.

He ends up in Bulgaria making bestiality porn, same business methods but now there is HD and the ability to stream shit from servers as torrents as well as posting DVD’s to customers.

Being western bestiality porn pretty much = wimminz + dogs, you have to leave it to the japs and south americans for the other animals in the menagerie.

So he’s back, this is about six weeks ago, and we are talking, and of course the talk comes around to a couple of the wimminz that regularly featured in his “work”, you have to remember that while I knew him, and a couple of the wimminz, I never actually got involved beyond that, so it wasn’t like discussing Die Hard.

His main squeeze, the one he went to Bulgo with, was a pretty thang, but like all young wimminz very self centred, I fucked her once and it was purely average, he said the same thing, but the camera did love her, and vice versa, and anyway they were pretty much an item,  and turns out it was at HER behest that things moved on to bestiality, and because she wouldn’t give it up that they both moved to Bulgo and started to do just beasty stuff.

So we are there talking and I look at him, because he has just told me about noises, this bitch, without fail, made *those* noises when she was being mounted by a dog, and he goes on to tell me that in his opinion that is why their “label” was so successful, this bitch was not just happy, but delighted, for all that stuff to stay in and not get dropped on the editing room floor.

Plenty of other wimminz came along and did one shoot or two or three, enough for a DVD, and they all made those noises too, but wanted them cut in editing, but of course they got copies of all the raw unedited stuff for their own use…. and enjoyment.

You have to remember, I knew the main wimminz we are both talking about here, I have fucked her too, and I am having a hard time equating this squealing bitch he is describing with the quite pretty but very self centred wimminz I knew, and who I saw him with socially when they were together and I’d visit.

I hadn’t really made the connection that there were some men, or some mammals, that could make an individual wimminz make those noises, but the majority wouldn’t, I guess I had sort of assumed that most of the guys who had been there before me had made them make those noises too…. and then a penny dropped, every wimminz I have lost interest in, but who has been available for me to fuck in an ongoing manner if I so chose, was one who did NOT make those little noises.

Of course HIS kick was once Rin Tin Tin had made her squeal like a piggy, she was up for anything HE wanted, the rest of the time he told me the sex with her was pretty much as I remembered it with her.

I’m kind of discussing this with the guy and so I eventually sort of wave my hands at him, and the flat he has moved back into here in the UK, and ask, so what the fuck happened dude?

Well, it turns out she was not just 50% of the “business” in terms of output, but she was also the draw for the other wimminz who came along and did one off DVD’s, and it turns out the money went the same way, it was always a 40 buck (always in dollars) DVD, split 50/50 between the “actress” and the house, the house being him, so of course all the expenses came out of his cut, and then the credit card companies started to get pissy, so he had to have legit companies owning less legit companies, which made customers more wary because they were buying a DVD from “Nasty Bestiality Inc” but credit card payments were going to “ACME Software Inc” of Turkey, and next month to “Roadrunner Mousetrap Inc” of Greece, which put his expenses up, to the point where they are barely scraping a living.

So what happend next? I asked him.

Well, turns out they met this guy who was holidaying in the area, they hung out for a bit, next thing he knows she is telling him this guy has sent her a one way plane ticket to France.

The kick, the guy runs a kennels in France, boarding and breeding, oh, and he has money too.

So long and thanks for all the dog.

By then he is so deep in the shit financially he loads up the car and does a midnight flit from Bulgo, last thing he does on his last night is take all the hard disks containing the production work to date and put them in a 45 gallon drum with a gallon of gasoline and a pile of wood and watch it burn while drinking zagorka, cos that shit is a criminal conviction and prison sentence in western europe.

All I can do is look at him and grin and say “shiiiit” and raise the bottle in a toast.

“Fuck it” he says, “it was good while it lasted”

the little noises a wimminz makes when she is REALLY enjoying the sex.

Thing is, he was right, if I run the VT in my head in rewind, all the sex I ever had where wimminz did NOT make those little noises with me is sort of blurred and indistinct and vague, and where they DID make those noises it is sort of blurred and indistinct but NICE and an undercurrent of them being pretty and sexually attractive and PWHOAR and all that jazz, but for those wimminz, I can’t remember much about them the rest of the time, when we weren’t fucking and they weren’t making those little noises.

Thing is, the thing he and I both missed, those wimminz who DID make those little noises with me, they were never any of the wimminz who pledged love and allegiance and wanting a long relationshit with me.

I’m still puzzling that one out, did giving them those noises make them more honest and less likely to bullshit me into a relationshit?

I do know this, my mate says by far his most popular titles were not the ones with the 2,000 buck camera, which they all had, or when he got the 2,000 buck lenses, or when he got the 2,000 buck editing software, they were when he got the 2,000 buck mikes and pointed them at the bitch’s face and cunt to capture those little noises in high quality, and overlay them synced properly with the squelchy cunt sounds, he also says the most popular scenes were those showing nothing but her face, nothing in the least porno about that, but the look on her face as she made those sounds, captured in high quality audio.

I haven’t seen those scenes either, and chances are you haven’t either, but I know exactly what he meant.

For some reason I cut to Independence Day, where they are uploading the virus to the mothership… those little noises wimminz make, they are the virus to the red pill mothership.

Actually it’s worse than that, the red pill mothership has code spaces especially built in, ready and waiting for just such a virus, in much the same way it works in biology.

Actually it’s worse than that too, because the wimminz was just as much a carrier as us, she had no control over what would make her squeal like a piggy, so the first time it happens she can either run from it, or towards it.

All I know is I am grateful for small mercies, I haven’t had to go down the dog pound to find a wimminz that could make those noises for me… I had enough fucking problems with just wimminz and me and a bed…. lol

That, and me never white knighting and defending the bitches from the consequences of the drives given to them by their cunt…. no responsibility without authority is my motto.


May 31, 2012

You picked the wrong man to ask the right question.

It is a popular myth, and indeed a created and crafted myth, that while we today are smart, we are smarter than those in the past, and while we today are smart, we aren’t smart enough because the problems are just too big and complex you see…

The subject / title of this post is by the way a direct quote from a Greek, in 1971, 5 years into the military coup after their last economic collapse.

I was fortunate enough to tour Cyprus, the entire island, that year, the last year you could do so, because Turkey invaded…

… fast forwards to 2012, and Greece is on the ropes again, the puppet government just had secret talks with the generals, and the Turks just changed the name of the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus to the Turkish Republic of Cyprus… interesting times.

For those of you who do not know Europe… Greece is “odd”, it is not a western country, but neither is it a middle eastern country, rather it is like a mix that did not work, think milk and alcohol, whereas Turkey and the Ottomans is clearly middle eastern in flavour, with western influences like veins running through marble.

Further north we have the soviets, further south we have the Med separating off Africa, but the Greek / Turkish border has always been a locus.

The best way to protect such a border is to turn it in to a minefield, and the purpose of a minefield is to be inhospitable, and the territory inside a minefield does not matter to those who live outside it.

Better for the rest of Europe to fight a land war in the Balkans and Crimea than on their own soil, and all that good stuff.

Which brings me right back to the title of this piece, and the hidden facts behind it.

There have always been no shortage of men on the street who knew EXACTLY what the fuck was going on, who knew how to express it eloquently and simply, in phrases such as those above, while themselves living under the hammer of state oppression.

Twain said history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme, and the fact is that the cattle are a lot easier to manage if they never learn the lyrics of the song.

The map above tells you everything you need to know about a great method for resetting the world’s economic / monetary / social / cultural policies, and doing so in a way that is “outside” the home soil of all of those with a problem… the only problem is wildfires tend to spread.

Interesting motherfucking times indeed.

May 7, 2012

Where have all the flowers / good men / leaders gone?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:32 pm

Shades of a song from around about the late sixties / early seventies.

It is also a common refrain on PoF, “where are all the good men?

and in shades of mystery theater I of course respond out loud to these insane, narcissistic and delusional wimminz profiles, What the fuck do you have to attract a good man? you’ve had more cock than a hungry fox, you are waaaay past fertile age, because you are waaaay past fertile age nature has discarded whatever looks you once had, what the fuck else is there? Your wondrous personality? The pleasure of your fucking company?!

Fuck you cards.

and in other news the French and the Greeks are laying places at the table for the arrival of the Archduke Ferdinand, and the main course is the Euro, as toast.

“Balkanisation” is a word that has entered our lexicons (or those of us old enough to go to school back when schools actually provided an education, as opposed to turning out mindless sheeple) and yet it is also a historical word that came from fragmentation leading to war, and yet we are seeing the balkanisation of various regions, including, err, the balkans, and Turkey (the Evil Penis should comment on this) is feeling its oats.

It is no coincidence that our political leaders have rendered themselves unelectable, in parallel with our wimminz rendering themselves unfuckable, both, lest we miss the point, are STAGGERINGLY difficult to achieve, human nature being what it is.

In more local cyber news I’m am getting scads of hits from Black Girls On Line, at first I though this was due to my liberal use of the word niggerz (as opposed to niggers) but quite by chance a black girl I know uses that site and commented to me that in actual fact it was more to do with what others have written, that the great social experiment that has been performed on white family and social life was of course first performed on black family and social life, so in some ways the black chicks are the canary in the coal mine… they have gotten to the end of doubling down and are at the jumping out of 6th floor windows stage, which is what a wimminz in Greece has just done as her state mcjob just dried up.

Which brings us back to the PoF wimminz and unfuckability.

One of the reasons I like this particular black chick is she never bullshitted me, I knew right off that she was nothing but a hypergamy / gold digger / user in female form, and she knew right off that I knew, and I knew she knew etc.

There has never been the slightest hint of sexual anything between us, rather it is like being able to IM Goebbels, or Breivik, through a secret tor proxy that nobody can trace, sometimes you can have interesting conversations with a mongoose, just because they are a mongoose and you and not, and so you have a different take on the world.

She admitted that for wimminz EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY FUCK, it is a fantasy in their head, and the reality is therefore always different.. they know it is a fantasy, and the way to get laid is to not do anything to force the wimminz in question to confront that fantasy… after wards of course she will come off the dopamine high and brand you another player and shift all the blame on to you, the next stage in her fantasy life, like all the PoF wimminz, the see their lives as fantasy books, who knows what exciting shit will happen over the page or in the next chapter.

Which brings is to GAME.

You see I have known this black chick for some 17 years now, long before I met the psycho skank ho ex, and she said something very interesting in last night’s conversation, which went on until the week hours of this morning.

As I have said before, I don’t consider myself to have game or be an alpha or anything else, I am just me, and I know how wimminz work, even if I can get blindsided by wimminz that are too close to me… but last night we were discussing addiction, because she smokes cheroots, and I used to, so I smoked about 10 of hers, and I am an ex smoker.

Which of course caused her to comment.

I replied that in my experience;

  1. when you spark up, you get a steep rise in whatever, and then it tails off slowly.
  2. it is the steep rise, eg change, that you crave, so the second one is craved long before the first has tailed off to baseline
  3. so each subsequent hit is less satisfying, but more important to keep those levels topped up and not be tailing off
  4. this, I say to her, is addiction
  5. my secret is I know that even after not smoking for six months, I want that next smoke just as much as I want one right now, so beating an addiction is just a series of denial strategies, in my case NEVER BUY YOUR OWN, shades of the ants post a day or so ago.
  6. so in fact, me having the odd smoke, a form of self torture, is my way of testing myself and reminding myself, I am picking at a scab.
  7. the analogy I gave her is the alcoholic going into a pub and drinking an orange juice and then walking out, if you can do that then you are in control of the addiction, if you are afraid to go in the pub in case you weaken then it controls you, and you know it.

So she just looks at me for 15 seconds or so, and says “See, that the thing, you always did have this game thing, because you always did know who and what you were, and that is the game thing that makes the wimminz want to fuck you, they want some of that to rub off, and they know you are strong enough to not mess with their fantasy while they are fucking you.

I had to raise my eyebrows, but I could not find fault with her argument, and then we got one of those moments where I justify spending time with the odd mongoose and shooting the shit.

This is a Ghana chick who has sucked and fucked her way through white men to make a crust, so she is like all mongooses smart and streetwise.

This the problem with the politicians and the economy” she says

Now I am intrigued and perk up, I can tell this is going to be one of those valuable mongoose insights.

These politicians” she says “they don’t have that game, these economists, business leaders, they don’t have game, and the people, the people they know this, so they people fuck with them, the people have no respect, the people lie and cheat the state

Like you” I say.

Yes” she says “I lie and cheat the state, and the economy, and my employer, and my white boyfriend, I do this because I know I can

and then we got the pure mongoose gold

I don’t know I can because you know what I am doing and do not care because you are strong enough to protect yourself, I know I can because you do not want to deal with what I am, because you cannot protect yourself without changing yourself.”

My white boyfriend, he wants this body, if he fix himself and get strong he will not want this body, and he think he will be alone, so he don’t fix himself and he fuck this body twice a week and I call him massa and he give me money and place to live, and state give me money, and work give me money, and when this body get worn out and white men not want to fuck it any more I go back to Shama and live like old queen, never work again, never go hungry again.

This what wrong with europe,” she says, “nobody got this game, so peoples and wimminz and everybody only interested in themselves, nobody to respect, nobody to punish them when they do wrong, everyone be lying and stealing and cheating.

No way to fix this” she said.

I stole another one of her cheroots and smoked it, and asked the mongoose a question.

Why are you here kuku? I mean why are you here in this house with me, why do you come and visit me? We don’t fuck, I don’t give you money, here I am stealing your cheroots… lol

She said “Because here with you I do not have to pretend, do not have to keep the face on in case my boyfriend walk in the door, in case my boss walk in the room, here I am me.

By then it was 3 am and she left, leaving me one cheroot as a going away present, which I shall smoke shortly… as she walked out the door she said something that resonated within me, even though I have known her for the best part of 20 years.

She said she always says good bye to me, because she never knew if we would meet again, and that did not matter, but it did matter that our last words to each other were always… and she said something african that equates to fare thee well or vaya con dios etc.

Pure mongoose gold.

Because it struck me between they eyes, I do not say “Hello, how are you” to any of my skank ho PoF sluts, nor do I say “Take care, be good” when we part, it’s more like the “greeting” you give when you sit down next to a stranger on the bus or train, and again when you get up to leave at your stop.

Our bosses and politicians and leaders are much the same, ships that pass in the night and nobody gives a fuck…. just like my PoF bitches.

There is no investment, no weight, no importance given to parting, or to meeting again, and if we never see or hear from that person again, shrugs, so what, maybe in 2020 we can sit down and idly wonder, whatever happened to Steve Smith?

If there is no weight given to wanting to part on good terms, and hoping that if we meet again it will be on good terms, and you will have been well while you were away, then why bother with any of the artifice of civilisation?  Why not just be a mongoose, or a Goebbels, or a Brevik.

and actually that is it, it is only the civilising influence of parting on good terms and hoping when we meet again all has been well with you that ever stopped us all from becoming mongooses or Goebbels or Breviks.

Where have all the good men / leaders / politicians / flowers gone?

They all died of apathy and neglect.

It is now a little late to be mourning their passing.




September 14, 2011

The Perfect Storm

We are living in a powder keg.

Hopefully it is not too much of a stretch to suggest that those of you who read this blog are smarter than the average bear, you have your eyes and ears open, you use your brain, you are permanently on DEFCON 2 survival mode, probably due to being attacked out of the blue by some skank ex.

Hopefully you have been following some of the links on the Men’s links area on the right with some regularity, despite the fact that they have sweet fuck all, on the face of it, to do with the MRM, but because they are interesting and you are smart enough to see the interconnectedness of all things, and see that global economics and politics and finance all have a very profound effect on the future of Men.

Hopefully, because we really are living in very very interesting times, the world has become a veritable powder keg, and all the major players and busy upending and tipping out the remaining casks of powder to either steal the cask itself and sell it at the market, or to look for gold coins or other valuables hidden within the powder.

It stands to reason, with all the inevitability of an adult watching children playing with matches or a sharp knife, sooner or later someone is going to make a mistake, unfortunately for us, these are not matches or knives, these are the powder keg off the global situation at present.

There are so many players, all with their own agendas, and nobody is playing the responsible adult, nobody is enforcing safety rules and procedures, meanwhile the great unwashed masses continue to be distracted by the MSM and manufactured crises and trivialities, many of them centred around the alleged plight of some skank ho, or group of skank ho’s, or maybe a cute puppy stuck in a drain.

All those who remember the last time we lived in such a powder keg are in their nineties, or pushing up the daisies already, and nobody reads or studies history, the mantra as always is “lessons have been learned” and “that cannot happen now because things are different” and “nobody wants to destroy everything”

As though kids playing with matches want to get burned, and once lessons are learned you become an adult and stop acting like a child, and the only way things change so more kids cannot get burned is the parents who have learned the lessons and become adults supervising the children and keeping them away from matches.

Obviously, none of THOSE things are true, so clearly all the platitudes and excuses are nothing more than hot air.

When you realise that, you realise that the only thing preventing a spark in the powder keg is pure blind luck, not rules, not procedures, not common sense, not enforced safety procedures, not a responsible adult, nor even responsible children.

All we have are children who point to all the other children emptying caskets of powder, who point to all the powder lying around, and who say “it has ever been thus, we are not like the crazy and irresponsible children of yore of which you speak” and who continue to play amongst the spilled powder, all pursuing their own selfish and short term goals.

As Mark Twain said, history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

Something that rhymes with the Great Depression or the Great War is in our immediate future.

How did the wimminz react last time? Well the Pankhurst cunt did a deal with the Prime Minister to hand out white feathers to men on the street to shame them into signing up to become lions slaughtered by donkeys in the quagmire of the Somme, in exchange for the vote for wimminz, who did not, as fucking usual, go anywhere near the front lines…. backed up as usual by a lot of white nighting mangina niggerz who did the dirty work but who themselves mananged to stay far away from the same front lines they were sheperding other men into.

The perfect storm when some stupid self centred child causes the spark in the socio-political-economic powder keg is imminent, and then you men will really begin to understand what it means when the wimminz double down in an attempt to sacrifice anything and everything to preserve and enhance their own priviledged status…

A market collapse allied with USA/UN veto of Palestine admission at the behest of Israel while the rising star of Turkey eclipses the falling pyre of Israel is all it takes, this is effectively taking those children playing in the powder keg and passing out cigarettes and matches.

What could possibly go wrong?

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