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April 21, 2012

The “John Lewis” FRA skank


It’s one of the peculiarities, YOU know it, so YOU don’t see it, so YOU don’t point it out to someone else, so THEY don’t see it either, and an opportunity is missed, until / unless a chance remark is made and you go “hang on….”

In the John Lewis FRA story, yeah, go and read it, only takes a few seconds.

Now here is the clue to the bit you didn’t see… “wasted 376 hours of police time”

That is ten officers doing a 37.5 hour week, and this is a SIMPLE and OBVIOUS FRA that is dead easy to disprove, as simple and quick as it gets, and still TEN MAN WEEKS of police time were DEDICATED TO FINDING EVIDENCE TO CONVICT THE FALSELY ACCUSED MAN.

I talk about this in my own FRA, whatever else, I just can’t see any way an actual rapist can commit a rape and get away with it in the UK, just cannot see it, because the pigs spend so much time and effort leaving no stone unturned, and they have an essentially unlimited budget…

Just fucking think about that, ten man weeks, ten man weeks of people who are expert at finding dirt and evidence, and NO FUCKER is clean, everyone has dirt….

That “joke” you wrote on your phone 2 years ago in response to a joke someone else said to you, the joke bout the bitch just needs a good man… ten fucking man weeks to find that buddy, and next thing you know you are charged and convicted for something you didn’t do.

SO that is the thing no one sees, the rape industry has been so effective that every single rape accusation made to the police get a minimum of ten man weeks of work done on it, looking for evidence to support a prosecution, exculpatory evidence is ignored, it is only if blatant and totally impossible to ignore evidence of perjury is present that they will prosecute the bitch, as in this case, when she continued to claim rape right until the end.

This is what even the most innocent man is up against when the FRA card is played, ten experienced at digging dirt and backed by warrants and search and seizure and forensic labs cops spending an entire fucking week looking for dirt enough to file a prosecution…

60k rape claims made in the UK per year = 600,000 man weeks, or 12,000 man years, or 12,000 cops doing nothing but digging dirt on FRA’s, and kids, let me tell you…. as a minimum 94% of them are false…

12k employees in the sex crimes squads nationwide sounds about right.

and at 37 quid an hour that gives you 37 x 12,000 x 52 x 37.5 = 865,800,000 or 0.86 BILLION pounds sterling every year, which again sounds about right for a staff of 12,000 on the public purse, it actually sounds light, no provision for pensions or transport of forensics or IT.

Think about it

 

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PS hope the spearhead is back up soon, story to tell there I suspect… bill become a target.

April 2, 2012

Children of our age


There is an interesting thread over at the spearhead about a drawing one of Bill’s kids did.

I won’t reproduce it here, go over there and read the thread and have a look.

What is interesting is this, I looked at the kids drawing and my immediate reaction was why draw a passenger jet?

You see, as soon as I saw a kids drawing of an aeroplane, I was taken back to another kid, me, drawing aeroplanes, and myself and the kids at my school used to draw Spitfire vs ME109 things, and yes, by then I had flown commercial.

So I pop on to Google images to search for the type of drawing / scribble that we used to do, big fat zero… so nothing left but for me to attempt to emulate a 1960’s era kids drawing, and you get interesting results if you save that drawing on the right, and drag and drop into google image search.

So, anyway, back to the plot.

So why was I, and every other boy kid,  drawing Spitfire vs ME109 in the mid to late 1960’s, after all the war had been over for over a decade before we were even born, so it is not like we grew up seeing the planes duelling in the sky overhead, and those who DID live through the war didn’t fucking talk about it much, even then…

I think for the same reason we all wanted to be train drivers and cowboys and progressed through pop/cork guns through cap guns to gat guns and eventually air pistols.

I have a documentary, from 1978, talking about the new computer revolution, you can find it on youtube etc, “Horizon – When the chips are down” a sad and prophetic tale of yet another scientific lead that the English (not the fucking British, the English) were way way way ahead of the world in, and as usual we pissed it all away and as usual the guvvmint of the day lacked clue #1

But it ___IS___ interesting, as it prophecies the commercial word processor, and what that will do to one of the HUGE employers of wimminz in the day, that of being a typist in the typing pool.

(Incidentally we owe the QWERTY keyboard layout to the mechanical typewriter manufacturers as a way of slowing down the wimminz typing so that the individual hammers that contained each letter did not meet and jam in the print head slot)

You see the 1960’s when I and every other boy was drawing Spitfire vs ME109 was a world in which the pussifying of all small boys had yet to start… and speaking quite honestly, none of you born since can even imagine what that was like.

It was a universal truth that all girls, without exception, were sissy and pathetic and stupid, and only puberty would change this opinion.

This was as obvious a truth as the fact that it was better to be a cowboy than an indian, and the Lancaster was better than the Flying Fortress, and catapults were better than penknives as presents to be received for your birthday.

I still have time for my aged mum, a nonagenarian almost, because she still lives in that era, no modern feminist equality rubbish for her, don’t forget this era of Euro women grew up in a land war literally on the front doorstep, and whatever the reasons for a war by the time it gets down and dirty and grinding and things like the fire-bombing of Dresden or the Mustard gassing of men in the trenches is going down there is no room for the excess baggage of PC bullshit and “feewings” and shite.

She is however of the last generation of women who actually had it tough, who knew shit from shinola, and even some of her contemporaries who stayed at home, or went off in the land army or who partied with all the servicemen on leave and all the yanks based here, still to this day have markedly different attitudes.

My own boy children, the youngest of an age in the 2010’s that I was in the 1960’s, growing up in what might as well be a foreign planet compared to the world I grew up in, even though geographically less than 20 miles covers the difference, it’s a time machine, and that first step is a doozy.

He won’t be playing cowboys and indians, or indeed anything involving guns, and please don’t start me off about Call of Duty of some video game du jour…. even throwing a rotten tomato at another running boy taught you more about ballistics in 5 minutes, literally, that you will learn in a life time of playing fucking video games.

So since there are no cowboys and indians, there is no need to go into the woods and build tree houses and forts, or get dirty, and besides he will already be grounded for not playing nicely with the girls when they want to be all inclusive and set up a shop in the gateway for Fort Deathskull or some stupid inane shit.

God forbid Bill’s kid does draw a fighter plane, even one will a black will smith in it shooting an alien mothership and saving all the wimminz on planet earth from extreme tentacle sex and insemination, because it will be taken as a sign that the kid needs medication and therapy, and that Bill needs to be kept away…

January 16, 2012

Of sealing wax and string theory.


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There are three separate things that I want to tie up in this post.

1/

This (http://www.the-spearhead.com/2012/01/14/nasa-clears-the-air-on-low-energy-nukes/) post on the spearhead prompted me to write a comment calling people dumb motherfucker, and offering 500 bucks to anyone who could find that video on the NASA website, some time later Bill P posts a follow up saying hey, here is that NASA url

http://technologygateway.nasa.gov/media/CC/lenr/lenr.html

So, two things, because the general consensus here is I ought to pay Bill 500 bucks and I just got proved wrong.

Thing A is my mouth ran off with the 500 bucks comment, I really should not have made such statements unless I was actually willing and able to cover such a “bet” at the drop of a hat, heat of the posting moment and all that, and thing B is going to sound like making excuses not to pay out on a bet I lost, but hopefully since I already addressed that it will be clear that this is not the case, and thing B is a real thing all by itself.

Thing B is that http://technologygateway.nasa.gov/ is not, to me, the same thing as http://www.nasa.gov, the whole “technologygateway” subdomain is, to me, that essentially fucked up female marketing droid crap, a feelgood PR fluff shithole that should never ever have been allowed in the first place.

Straight engineering dope it ain’t.

I am not going to go into the whole room temperature fusion / suppressed technology crap here, I still maintain that anyone that buys into these ALWAYS TOTALLY UNSUBSTANTIATED AND NEVER EVER EVER DUPLICATED BY INDEPENDENT FACILITIES crackpot theories is indeed a dumb motherfucker, the purpose of this bit of this post is to address the fact that I was however wrong to post in the heat of the moment what sounded one hell of a lot like a serious cash bet without PROPERLY stating my criteria, and I was wrong to not state my criteria, that the technologygateway nana subdomain did not count.

2/

No man ever had erectile dysfunction, last week I was with a chubby skank ho wimminz, and I will be honest, I could not get my cock hard, even when inside her cunt, not hard, engorged maybe, but not hard… fuck this I thinks to myself, and text one of my booty call bitches, still a skanky ho but at least she has a hot fuckable body, and guess what, no limpness in sight.

So no, you do not have erectile dysfunction, your cock just has much better taste in skank ho’s than you do, and your cock declared that bitch un-fuckable and went on strike, that is all.

Supply your cock with a more fuckable skank ho and all your “sexual function problems” will go away…

Nobody would ridicule you if you could not get an erection to fuck a hairy guys asshole, or a young child, or an animal, so why should you be subject to ridicule when the hole in question is JUST AS FUCKING ABHORRENT, but is attached to a wimminz.

3/

Sometimes things get too much to ignore, this is from a 44 year old woman on PoF, copied and pasted, unedited in any way, these really are all her spelling, grammar, syntax and other mistakes as they appear in her advert.

“hi wel i am patricia i am looking 4 some 1 in my life as i been on my own to long and looking 4 some 1 in my life that dont lie and not just looking 4 sex fun or a 1 night stand as that not 4 me and yes i no my pic look sexy but that way i like to look so u man out thaire when u see my pic ok i am stil a good woman and not just looking 4 sex so if that all u are looking 4 plz dont tx me ok as i not like that to i am good careing woman and if u not got a pic plz dont tx as i not going to get back to u wel it 2011 stil no luck on this wot can i say now wel let see i love going out staying in cooking 4
that some 1 to love going away on wke to but if i do find that some 1 got to be slow see wear it go THANK U 4 LOOKING AT IS AND IF I NOT 4 U TAKE CARE GOD BLASS X X X WISHING U ALL THE LUCK TO”

I have to say, her picture doesn’t dispel any bad impression given by the text of the ad, a blowsy, fat old skank with sagging flesh and cheap ass skank ho tats visible, clearly been no shortage of one night stands in the past, but now all the sell by dates are gone she is actually trying to RAISE the price on what amounts to everyone one else’s leftover and used and no longer wanted cum dumpster.

The reason I am posting this here is because you always hear shit about older men should not fuck younger wimminz because when the fucking is done you have nothing in common to talk about, well quite honestly I have owned dogs that were clearly smarter and better educated than the wimminz that wrote that load of gibberish, so not only is there nothing in common to talk about AFTER fucking this particular wimminz, there is no motivation to do the fucking in the first place.

My point? She is NOT an outlier or an exceptional case, as at 44 she was born around 1968, in other words a child of the western world as corrupted by feminazism and the contraceptive pill and the welfare state, this bitch is going to seem SMART compared to what is coming down the line….

December 7, 2011

My children come first… and other fucking lies

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:56 pm

…but the “my kids come first” is one of the biggest and most mind-fucking-est lies that wimminz tell on dating sites.

This lie comes in many forms, “my kids are my world” and “my kids come first” and “my kids are everything” yadda yadda yadda.

Put at its most basic form, any variation of this lie, tells you three essential things about the wimminz in question;

  1. You are going to come LAST in any fucking relationship with this bitch, after her, and after her kids, fuck you very much.
  2. If her kids really were her world, in the way a man means it, the bitch would still be with their daddy, making the relationship work for their sake, so when SHE says they are her world she means it like AMEX, DINERS CLUB and CHEQUEBOOK, they are her own personal money pit, git orf my land…..
  3. If her kids really were her world, in the way a man means it, you wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near her fucking house or children, ever, certainly not for the first year or three…

Lots of guys don’t get this, lots of them like Bill at the Spearhead do not want to get it, because frankly that way lies madness, unless you just shrug and walk the fuck away from your kids lives.

All the skank ho’s I fuck on PoF who have kids, these are other men’s kids, kids often loved by their fathers, always paid for by other men and often their fathers, and usually kept away from their fathers, who have injunctions and restraining orders and false allegations against them.

Let me tell you the truth about these “my kids come first” wimminz….

  • Kids have a notional “bedtime”, with single mommies this is whenever the kid wants, and actually means kid retiring to its bedroom to go online etc, the kid ain’t asleep or deaf, mommy is quite happy to get shit faced and fuck like a slut in the main room of the house though, no pretense of being quiet.
  • In many cases I have discovered that the laptop mommy used to send me pictures of her cunt, and to promise me sexual submission and filth and depravity, is being used by one of the kids, with the same default windows account.
  • Fuck the skank ho well, and little Jimmy and little Susie are told in no uncertain terms to make themselves scarce (go to their rooms and stay there) and not to hassle mummy’s new friend, what this actually means is kids, do not do anything that stops mummy’s new man from paying attention to mummy, specifically, mummy’s sexual desires.
  • Wimminz are quite happy to fuck in front of their kids, the least and most implausible and intangible “thing” can be used by wimminz to create a situation that is not, in their eyes, “in front of the kids”, and this thing can be as simple as a corner in a room blocking direct eyesight, perhaps a net curtain, perhaps a thin stud and plaster wall, perhaps just a TV to distract the kid and keep it, in theory, looking elsewhere…
  • All that protects YOUR kids from further abuse is not the skank ho mummy, it is the guy like me fucking her, who draws a line in the sand between what he can prove he did not do with archived SMS etc and everything else that is on offer.
  • Take a look at that pic up there, she has turned her head and seen the kid, but her hand is still spreading her cunt for the camera, because as far as she is concerned from where the kid is, the kid cannot see the cunt, see my point above about “not in front of“… this is what wimminz mean by “not in front ofyour kids….
  • Note well, I am not going ANYWHERE near the dangerous and scary wimminz, the alcohol abusers, the drug abusers, the mental ones, the ones who are a LOT MORE FUCKING COMMON THAN YOU WANT TO BELIEVE.

Without exception, I have found the “my kids come first” wimminz to be the very worst mothers you could imagine, and the very last sort of person any father would want their children left in the effective sole control of…. sadly, for the likes of Bill over at the Spearhead (and no, I haven’t posted this shit there, some head’s ups you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t, so I chose don’t) the high conflict type wimminz who manufacture divisions and distance between fathers and their children, are the very sort of wimminz most likely to have a “my kids come first” profile on a dating website.

What you will never see, but should, is a wimminz advertising that she will put, if not her new man himself first, certainly the relationship with him first, and without a couple there is no family and the kids suffer, so in actual fact what is best for wimminz and kids is wimminz putting men first in their relationships…. you know, the mirror image of men always putting wimminz and kidz first in any relationship, and see where that got them….. fucked and evicted from their own lives.

November 13, 2011

Road games.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:07 pm

The Spearhead (link on right) recently had an article all about the responsibility of being a father… and how the wimminz and family court systems are whining that we fathers ain’t being responsible enough, while they simultaneously strip us of all responsibility for and contact with our children.

I guess it was percolating away in the back of my head, along with the production line skank ho I fucked on Friday night (the one previously mention in “Nice Legs”) and the fact I was heading up the road to fuck last night’s production line skank, who has achieved friends with benefits status, so anyway I grabbed the phone and took this pic to remind me to write this piece today.

See, the thing is the State, Secret Family Court, associated parasites, and my psycho skank ho ex all conspired to erase me from my kids lives, they do not even carry my name any more, so there I was age 50 something cruising up an empty road at night, smoking, chilling, listening to and singing along to some old tunes, on my way to party down and fuck some slut, and it struck me.

I dunno if this is just me, or just men, or what, but there I was acting and feeling EXACTLY the same way I acted and felt when I was barely into my 20’s, enjoying hugely the feeling of being alone on the road at night, doing my own thing, AS FREE AS A FUCKING BIRD, and it felt fucking wonderful.

Being cut off from my psycho skank ho ex is like being released from life in prison, like being cured of cancer, like winning the fucking lottery, being purged of parasites and leeches, it is the best thing she could have ever done for me, and being honest with you, freeing me of all responsibility for my kids, since I was only ever going to be offered the responsibility end of the stick, never the quality time end of the stick, is again the best thing she could have done for me.

I know she is still sat there, rather like the cartoon in the Eye of Sauron article, soaking herself in delusions about how miserable her actions have made me, how she has ruined my life, how she has broken me, while in reality my life is better than it has been at any time since that dark day in ’99 when I met the bitch.

I guess on many levels I knew this anyway, but it took the deja vu of an empty road at night, some good tunes and a smoke and me on my way from partying down with one skank ho to partying down with another for the penny to fully drop at all levels of my consciousness simultaneously.

It’s 1981 again, put em all in a field, bomb the bastards, and let God sort em out.

September 26, 2011

Hard Tack


Over at The Spearhead Bill is off to another country to see his kids. That is his decision and I make no comment on that.

Back here in blighty I just got questioned again about me and my kids, this time by a guy with one kid, a boy, with a psycho skank ho.

For the purposes of this discussion I’m therefore going to talk as though there are only three individuals involved, which is almost never the case, me, the skank ho ex, and one boy child.

By the way, hard tack was a form of biscuit that was issued and eaten by the old sailing ship english royal navy, and you eat it when there was nothing left but that and salted pork, traditionally you rapped it hard on the table to knock the weevils out.

The analogy here is you eat hard tack when there is a choice between that and sweet fuck all.

The fact is that once the secret family courts get involved you have as much real power in your former family and former son’s life as the proverbial tramp wandering past the traditional family home, exactly zero authority and anything you do get will only be granted if you prostrate yourself, accept the blame for shit that either you did not do or never happened, and panhandle like the aforesaid tramp.

This is what slave owners used to do to buck niggers, kick the living shit out of them in front of their wives and children and the rest of the community, to break them to the authority of the slave owner.

There is no way to participate in this without being seen by your son as the beaten and broken nigger slave.

While I will respect people like Bill above who decide to put up with this shit “for the kids”, this is the essential difference between us, when it came to that particular fork in the road he chose one way, for the kids, and I chose the other, for the kids.

It isn’t an easy decision to make, it is literally fucking agonising, and whatever choice you make you are stuck with for anything up to 16 years, and having gone through the choice there is no way I will either criticise or think less of men like Bill for making the other choice than I did. Either way, we have both passed that particular fork in the road and there is no going back now.

What this piece is about is those of you for whom that fork in the road is ahead of you, or upon you.

That shit ahead, that breaking of the nigger slave, that is the offer of the plea bargain sexual assault six months easy time, versus 20 years hard time, to the man falsely accused of rape, and seeing as I was falsely accused of rape by my ex as part and parcel of the whole child custody / separation shit, I am in a fucking position to know how both feel, and how they feel relative to each other.

They are not just equally hard and equally painful and difficult decisions, where the enemy depend upon the man doing what is wrong and endorsing that shit, for the sake of the children, but they are exactly analagous.

Just as the plea bargain is the threat of something awful  as punishment for something you didn’t do, but here is an easier alternative, lie and say you did some other lesser awful thing and have a lesser punishment, and in doing so endorse the entire process as being just, while throwing away your own ability to ever claim your total innocence….

The secret family court is the threat of something awful for something you didn’t do, but here is an easier alternative, just say “Yes Massa, No Massa, Three bags full Massa” and in doing so endorse the entire process as being just, while throwing away your own future ability to ever claim your total lack of complicity in the corruption…

Both of these choices are a bit like the joke about Irish road directions, if I was going there I wouldn’t start from here, but here is where we find ourselves, in a world of pain, with a choice to make and the only two options available are losing options.

So back to the guy I was talking to, and me in his place with myself, my skank ho and and my son, what to do?

None of you need me to itemise the arguments to go and submit to the beating in the family courts and be the broken niggerz for the wimminz, so these are the bullet points for not submitting to the beating;

  1. Your kids never ever see their dad take it up the ass like a good wimminz houseboy niggerz.
  2. You aren’t endorsing and legitimising and sanctioning every fucking parasite in the system, from judges through lawyers through child welfare and social workers all the way down.
  3. Your kids can never ever be shown physical proof that dad took it up the ass like a bitch x years in the past.
  4. You have already lost all authority and rights over them, you are never going to get the “kids growing up under my wing” thing… all that is on offer is smoke and mirrors bait and switch, and will actively harm your children.
  5. You have already lost all authority and rights over them, this is just about convincing you to keep picking up the ongoing and never ending bills.
  6. Your children’s future does not matter a fuck to anyone involved, least of all skank ho mummy, your only possible role in their future lives is to be whipping boy, scapegoat and cause of everything bad. This point alone in my mind negates the whole “for the kids” argument in totality.
  7. You PERMANENTLY and IRREVOCABLY debase your own status as a Man, the value of your Word, and the value of your Approval, in effect you render yourself debased down to the level of these filth, and thus unable to ever say to your kids in the future, “look to my example my son.
  8. Your kids will probably live on average 70+ years, so 55+ years as adults, away from skank ho mummy and the courts and parasites, and at this point you can simply walk up to them on their 16th birthday and say “Happy Birthday Son” and hand him a copy of every last piece of paper and letter in the court case, and let them make their own mind up, this is entering the period of their life when they will be having their own kids, so think very fucking carefully about what example you set, especially if you hope to one day see your own fucking grandchildren.
  9. Arguably it is as young adults that kids need their dad the most to guide them, at least my way they will have a dad who they can respect enough to fucking listen to, and to go to for help and advice.
  10. Children are fucking resilient. It is amazing what they can endure.
  11. Wimminz are fucking psycho skank ho’s, their main agenda is to win, by walking away you take away their ability to fight you constantly, and arguably this will make your kids lives a lot better.
  12. By walking away you can have a good life, freed from the chains of being the beaten and broken niggerz, you will live longer and happier and this is itself the best revenge you can have on the psycho skank ho ex.
  13. By walking away and being a man you become very attractive sexually to the other wimminz on the planet,
    my own case involved 9 separate (some more than one day) court hearings, and at seven of those I turned up with a younger and hotter woman on my arm, five different younger and hotter skank ho’s, and remember I was accused of raping my skank ho ex and her skank ho adult daughter and wanting to fuck my own kids up the ass, so this doesn’t just rub it in the skank ho ex’s face, it rubs it in the wimminz and mangina niggerz judge, lawyers, child welfare types, the fucking lot… here is a man who is still sexually attractive to wimminz, and nothing we can do to him hurts him or makes him less sexually attractive to the wimminz, in fact you can see them all wondering if the bad boy reputation as a thug, and wife beater, and wife and her daughter raper, created by these false accusations has actually made him even more attractive to wimminz… and that really, really, really burns their piss.

September 2, 2011

A cunt like a bucket.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:24 pm

Couple of skanks currently on the fucking stage of the production line.

One is just yer average late thirties skank in search of a real man to ring her bell, and I do that admirably.

The other is just yer average mid forties skank in search of a real man to ring her bell, and I do that admirably.

The older one was shy at first, because she has a cunt like a bucket, not leastwise due to the fact that she likes very large sex toys, but as I don’t have a problem with that she soon got over her shyness and now it is a part of the games we play… BTW when I say large sex toys I am talking 4.5″+ diameter.

The younger one was tighter, but a bit chubby with it.

What they both have in common is some concerns that they are not kinky enough for me, not good enough sexually for me, not good enough at deep throat for me, and they both share these concerns because I make damn sure, in many subtle ways, that that is the impression they get.

This is simple self defence, if you don’t have these wimminz feeling lucky to get you, they get arrogant, and lose the submissive nature in the bedroom that basically makes them fuckable.

Let’s be honest here, the younger one admits to having fucked 40 to 50 guys, so seeing these skanks as purely sexual objects is the only valid game in town.

The difference between these skanks and other skanks is these skanks fucking admit having had a Platoon or a Company of cock, other skanks deny it, just like other skanks deny having had threesomes / foursomes / moresomes.

Ask yourself this question, in which of these three phases in her life is a skank most likely to be a cum-bucket?

  1. The teen / early twenties years of peak fertility with hormones raging.
  2. The twenties and thirties period with kids underfoot.
  3. The forties and onwards period with no kids underfoot and all the youthful allure long gone when the only attraction she can offer is no holds barred kinky sex.

Prace bets now.

If you answered “all three” you win a prize.

I dunno, how guys think you can take these exact same skanks and put them in a different situation, say playing dress up as a female lawyer in family court, or playing dress up as your poor abused ex seeking custody and alimony, or playing dress up as a manager at your place of work, and suddenly they have a personality transplant is completely fucking beyond me.

Let me make this point completely clear, my own FRA hell as opening salvo in a separation custody battle gone nuclear on day one did not teach me a damn thing about the nature of wimminz sexually, or that nature of wimminz generally, my eyes were already wide fucking open.

What it did teach me is how far the rot has seeped into every level of society, so much so that the patently fucking absurd, moronic and retarded is now treated like the fucking sermon on the mount, and the frighteningly bloody obvious and the simple truth and facts are fucking worthless.

What it did teach me were the personal and individual consequences for men in general, because of how deep and how far that rotten infection has spread.

What it did teach me is that the patient (modern western society) is beyond saving, literally cannot be saved, so roll on death, because that will take the fucking feminazi cunt skank ho wimminz and niggerz parasites with it.

On a post over at the Spearhead I made the analogy to an event ten years ago, “9/11” and made the analogy that being the victim of an FRA is like looking down from the upper floors on the incoming plane, while guys experiencing “regular” divorce and custody proceedings are in the lower floors who hear a thump above their heads somewhere, and are told to evacuate the building.

To continue the analogy, tall buildings are relationships of any kind with wimminz, the more involved the relationship, the taller the building, and the planes are the wimminz lies about being the victims of whatever, and the whole family courts / child welfare / cops thing?

Well they are the people who get lots of overtime and career advancement every time a plane is flown into a building.

As I said then, increasing number of us have looked down on planes before they hit our buildings, and far from ignoring our opinions as being extreme or radical or out of touch, you all out there need to consider that perhaps due to our experiences we are the ones who see things with the greatest clarity of all.

Cunt like a bucket? Worth precisely as much as a tight cunt. Sweet fuck all.

August 3, 2011

The experience gap – walk a mile in those shoes.

Filed under: — wimminz @ 12:43 pm

Experience is a funny thing, simply living for x number of years does not give you experience, it is what you do and see and live through during those years that counts, but there is also no way to “cram” experience, you have to live through those years.

At 50, because I have lived a full and varied life, no 35 year old can hope to hold a candle to me in the experience stakes, and in fact many septuagenarians and octogenarians can’t beat me for experience either… having said that, there are many 70/80 year olds who have lived full lives, and I can’t hold a candle to them in the experience stakes, and notably, nor will I ever be able to, unless I gain a lot of experience in the next 20/30 years, which is not a given, by any means... no siree…

Experience is not just living through stuff, experience is also about learning and education, you simply have to learn enough about many subjects to grep what your other senses are experiencing, I was hit between the eyes today by a poster on The Spearhead, this man is a practising lawyer at the very least in his late forties, and he thinks the moon landings were faked, and finds any other belief as risible as Santa and the tooth fairy.

I mention all this because the experience gap between say someone who has personally squatted in a trench in the Somme and someone who hasn’t, between someone who has contracted black malaria and someone who hasn’t, between someone who has been falsely accused of rape and someone who hasn’t, you get the idea, the experience gap is the biggest gap on the planet.

It is a gaping maw, a bottomless chasm, an unbridgeable gulf.

I once owned a tee shirt, it read “As you are now, I once was, as I am now, you will never be.” but then I was young and thought it was cool, “you may never be” would have been more accurate.

Some of the best workplace advice I ever got was from a man in his seventies, “You can say anything you like to your Boss, as long as you are not right, that is the one sin he will never forgive.” and indeed life is full of sayings and adages, and as you get older and more experienced they all start to change from being cute to being profound.

The fable of the Scorpion and the Frog is one such example, when you are a child it is cute and cool, as you get older you realise just how profound it is, applying to every human being and human interaction on the planet.

Ah, if only I could give my son the benefit of this experience, but I cannot, because without his own experience it will all sound cute and cool and be ignored, so there is really nothing I can say to my son, only wish him luck, silently, and with that realisation comes greater understanding of my own father, he clearly walked these same steps, and now I walk a mile in his shoes, and with that experience start to understand him more… (and love him more, respect him more)

It is not that I do not care, or do not love, or would not give an arm or an eye to prevent him coming to harm, it is the realisation that the experience gap cannot be crossed with words or communication or reason or anything else, a man will either grow to cross it, or he will not, and if he does not he is forever trapped on the lands on the other side.

Indeed, when you cross the experience gap chasm, you see that the land is not some mythical plateau rent by one vast chasm, but is in fact a series of chasms as far as the eye can see in every direction, with small island plateaux dotted around.

The slashdot poster and lawyer who does not believe the moon landings were real lies many chasms away from me, we may inhabit the same planet and even the same street, but in every other way he is so far removed from me that communication is not possible, in gaining experience we evolve and develop as individuals, so in many ways the experience gap becomes a species gap. I can no more have meaningful communications with him that I can with a dog.

But the earlier point about experience being about learning and education is vital, you simply cannot cross those chasms successfully without learning and education, you can try without and the process will break you, and you will never recover fully from that.

Learning and education has no causal connection with formal schooling, yes, you can get a start in the basics at school, but you need to continue to exercise your brain throughout your life, and simply reading blogs like this and absorbing it like scripture and then quoting it parrot fashion is neither learning nor education, you are still on the plateau you started on, critical thinking, analysis, and constant comparison and reference to the real world are essential, and essentially, the results will be slightly different for each individual.

What I learned crossing from plateau A to plateau B will be closely related to what you learned making the same journey, but it will also be different, just as two horses, dogs or people are different, and this is how those of us who have made that journey can spot you bullshit merchants who claim to have made it, and those of you who are deluded and genuinely believe you have crossed it.

Making a night passage by “Dead Reckoning” in a small sailing boat across the channel to hit the Bretagne coast (and a very rocky and dangerous coast it is too) at dawn is different for everyone who does it, but nobody who has not done it can fake it to someone who has, or understand it… same goes for running through the tide race at Ouessant, a tide that goes faster than your hull, faster than a man can run, and catch it in spring wind-over-tide with the tide running one way and the wind going the other and it is a rollercoaster ride. The sea is all powerful. You are at it’s mercy and learn respect.

You can’t teach it in a class, or learn it by reading a book or blog, or study it by watching a film or documentary, if you could 13 year old boys with a porn mag would be world experts at sex…

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” This is another one of those old adages that gets ever more profound as your own experience grows, you can’t make people who do not want to learn and cross to new plateaux take those journeys, you can’t make people grow and evolve, you can’t make people experienced, you can’t make people learn and educate themselves.

Even if you could, why, life is too short, my own life is an ongoing journey, there are more chasms to cross, more plateaux out there, and there is a world of difference between greeting fellow travellers, which I have time for and which I enjoy and which benefits me, and wasting time in short supply attempting to encourage horses to drink, or educating lawyers who think the moon landings were faked.

These are the fates we choose for ourselves, freedom is not the choice to be a millionaire and relax on your private island surrounded by teen hotties to wait on you hand and foot, a freedom that frankly none of us have, nor the opportunity, freedom is the freedom, no matter what your station in life, to learn and educate yourself, and anyone truly can do this, no matter what their station in life…

It takes a lifetime though (smile), there are no quick fixes or sudden large rewards, life is a journey, not a destination, don’t spend it all waiting at the bus stop talking to the other people at the bus stop who have no interest in doing anything except standing there and waiting for the bus.

July 9, 2011

Damned lies and statistics

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 8:12 pm

I have just been doing my periodic clean up of my Android smart-phone synced Google contacts, specifically those contacts that are skank ho’s picked up on Plenty Of Fish (which incidentally has just had its first publicised False Rape Accusation… the guy walked and she got jail time, gotta love those digital records)

And I noticed an interesting thing, while there is little correlation between whether a skank will send you a picture of her cunt and her actually fucking you, and other such possible indicators, the most obvious one is this…

1 in 3 that get to texting, which means exchange of mobile phone numbers, follow through and fuck, the rest flake.

Considering that this is all free, no expense involved beyond your time, your ISP connection, your free minutes and SMS on contract, this is actually a pretty good “conversion rate”, and one that most salesmen would kill for, 1 in 3 solid leads resulting in a sale.

It is also very much a process, I have had the odd one that I start talking to on PoF, and it shifts to text or IM within an hour (try to get them on to MSN or google talk, as this creates and stores archives on your computer and does not rely on PoF server logs staying intact) and an hour or two later I get the invite to come straight over and fuck them senseless, but it has to be said they are the outliers, it usually takes two or three days, but on the other hand if you haven’t cracked that nut within a week, shrug and move on, because that bitch wants nothing from you but being an emotional tampon for her.

WordPress also generates statistics, and one of the really interesting ones is the search terms that people use and end up here with… if this doesn’t prove that Search Engine Optimisation is not simply a tax on the stupid, nothing will…

THREE assholes typed “horse fuck women, so that the blood comes out” into Google, and google obviously threw up this site, and they clicked the link, hence it being recorded…. I can only assume these are 4chan /b/ types, as they generally find this site quite popular, due to the irreverence, but the point still stands…

Parent fucking the child porn” is a little more abtuse, perhaps the sort of logic you get when you run any sensible phrase like “One adult and two kids first class to Waterloo please” through language translation software english > german > french > russian > english, so it is perhaps more interesting from a machine logic and algorithm point of view how google can direct a search such as this to this site.

Which doesn’t exactly explain the assholes actually typing in these search phrases.

There are also quite a few stalkers, typing in the user names of people who post on places such as The Spearhead.

Now, speaking as a man who was falsely accused of rape and extreme domestic violence by my skank ho ex as core tactic in her secret family court case against me to gain sole custody of our kids…. being associated with parent fucking the child porn and horse fuck women, so that the blood comes out, by Google no less, is not a prospect that fills me with great joy… not that the incompetent, credulous, gullible and misandric secret family court system needs any more fucking ammo… lol

As for mercedes penis, nazi penis check, fucking on the autobahn, girls fucking boy scout, and all the rest, well, the mere fact that google has built a billion dollar business on monetising this shit should tell you all you need to know about the world, and reality… lol

July 7, 2011

It’s time to discuss Niggerz

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:09 am

To be clear, Niggerz are men who are subservient to feminazism and wimminz, this label of mine has nothing whatsoever to do with racial origins or skin tone or social class or genetics or anything else.

Just as many/most wimminz deny being feminazis, many / most niggerz deny being manginas and misandrists.

There is a thread going on over at the Spearhead, The Better Davis Society, in which the niggerz are out in force supporting the wimminz agenda and trying to shame the men.

Basically at some point someone raised the issue of infidelity, I made the point..

Let’s say you are married or cohabiting or going steady with some skank.

Let’s say I fuck her up the ass when she begs me to.

*I* never made *you* any fucking promises buddy, *she* did

penny dropping yet?

… and suddenly the niggerz are coming out of the woodwork with statements like “well if the husband grabs his shotgun and shoots the pair of you in the face I don’t blame him” and other such crap, and oh yeah, all these niggerz expressing these opinions are new names to the Spearhead, who have been reading and lurking all this time, and who just happened to speak up when this particular button was pressed.

Why? Because they are the beta males who marry these skanks and provide for them.

Now instead of blaming the skank wimminz who made these beta males promises of fealty and fidelity and sole access to the cunt etc, they are blaming the men who are smart enough to know those promises are all bullshit, the men who are quite happy to fuck your wife up the ass (something YOU aren’t allowed to do Mr Beta provider) when she begs us to, and then dump the skank ho back in your lap as soon as she wants anything else.

It’s MY fault YOUR girlfriend is a filthy lying whore, and YOU reward her for this behaviour by defending her and protecting her and feeding and housing her???

Clearly, logically, it ain’t my fault, yet these niggerz are clearly unable to think logically….

…wait a minute, what class of human beings does that remind me of… no, no, don’t tell me, it’s on the tip of my tongue, I’ll get it in a minute… hmmm, I know…

WIMMINZ!

That’s right, wimminz and niggerz are both either unable to, or refuse to (same end result) use their brain to think logically.

Let’s face it, to put up with a wimminz bullshit and to be her “feeder”, her “enabler”, her vanity mirror mirror on the wall, her protector, you basically have to shut down all the logical circuits in your male brain, there is simply no alternative… this is like mice infected with the brain parasite that makes cat piss smell interesting claiming that finding cat piss interesting is their choice, their right, their free will, and they will grab a shot gun and shoot any mouse who says different and fucks minnie while they are out sipping tom’s piss.

And here’s another thing, you niggerz with all your talk about shotguns and stomping ass and shit.

You really seriously believe in my career I have never come across your type when the realisation hit you that I was fucking your wife up the ass and she worshipped me for it?

If you niggerz cunts were CAPABLE of kicking my ass you’d be able to fuck your own wife up the ass and she wouldn’t need me to treat her like a whore and pound all her holes like the animal she is… penny dropping yet?

If you weren’t such a mangina beta niggerz you might be able to pose a serious or credible threat to me, you wouldn’t be such a fucking pathetic beta “feeder”, and your wife/girlfriend/whatever might respect you a bit more and get some more of what she craves from you, instead of from men.

Fact is, you find me fucking your wife, you should offer to thank me somehow, because I am doing you a fucking great favour you mangina beta niggerz.

I am doing you the favour of not taking your bitch away from you, because she will drop your mangina beta niggerz ass in a heartbeat to follow me around begging to make her mine, and because if I didn’t purge those desires periodically, desires you are unable to acknowledge much less satisfy, the bitch would dump your ass in search of another man to scratch her itch. Maybe a whole series of them.

I am PRESERVING your marriage / relationship you stupid beta niggerz, the only problem here is your stupid fucking delusion that your swinging cock is the only one going near her holes, like that is some right you earn in exchange for being her feeder.

Oh, and your stupid fucking delusion that when push comes to shove you will actually stop being a niggerz and start being a man and actually be able to face me and your skank down, when the reality is you will scream and stamp your feet, which will make me laugh and which will make your girlfriend/wifes cunt gush with desire for me, as you further establish my credibility and manhood with every breath / gesture / word / thought that you do, underlining your feeder status, confirming that you actually care about the long term tending of that cunt, while underlining my status as a man who has no interest in that cunt beyond periodically pounding the fuck out of it and dumping my cum in there, if I feel like it, if the bitch is obedient and subservient enough.

Where do you think these guys come from who like to watch their wife / girlfriend being fucked by other men, and then be “rewarded” themselves by going down on that used cunt?

Are you really so stupid you think they are made that way?
At 14 all their erotic dreams revolved around bringing their wife to orgasm by licking another man’s semen out of her cunt?
And then maybe once a week being allowed to deposit some of his own in that cunt?

You think even one single one of those guys did not get there except by one day actually trying to enforce control of his wife/girlfriends cunt with the man who was cuckolding him, only to find that that man did not see his as a credible threat, and the so called loyal wife/girlfriend joins in the humiliation, and now your cuckolded ass is out in the open in front of all three of you, and now you get to go down on that used cunt, or go find another one that will let you become its feeder.

You stupid married / cohabiting beta mangina niggerz who think cunts naturally smell of fish and naturally taste of chicken… I have seen and heard you stupid cunts even tell me shit (and this is real world examples) that your wife’s cunt smells all sort of musty and earthy and doggy, meanwhile the family labrador is fucking the two year olds thomas the tank engine, I have had you tell me that after a night out with the girls, one of those back at 6 am or later nights out with the girls, you wife is tired and sweaty and just wants to shower and sleep all day, or your wife is tired out after doing all the housework and school runs and laundry all day (yeah, better change the sheets after my cum leaks out onto them), or you are like only the third guy every to be with her, and those guys on facebook etc are old classmates and husbands of their girlfriends and shit.

NOBODY could be that dumb and delusional unless they work at it 24/7, the definition of wimminz and their niggerz.

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