Sunday, 17 June 2018

Beauty Is Still Out There

Yes, it's still beautiful out there. Which opinion might be surprising, considering my overall dim view of humanity and society as a whole.

There are some interesting parts of America, both nature and cities. Mostly nature, IMO.

So I've been through part of America on my little adventure-tour thing. I've come back with nine metric fucktons of photographs - of course, most of them are very similar to each other. So I can share a little, ones that I will segregate and that'll never show up anywhere else.

Settle, enjoy, and go out to see your own. After all, you live a shitload closer than I do, aye! You should be able to right-click and open image, to get a bigger version.
Carlsbad Caverns, Sunrise
Carlsbad Caverns, Dawn

Watering Hole

Waterfall

Meteor Crater

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Desert Watchtower, Grand Canyon
Yes, I've been to other places too. Museums. These are just a small sample of what I saw.

There are people out there who build, too. Not the wannabe dudebro's. The older, more established people and their wives. Good, salt of the earth types. (They give me hope that not everything is hell.)

And I hope that a certain ex-military person does write that book, as we talked about. The stories he told had me in stitches. Fuck me, my ribs ached for a couple of days after that.

Cheers and go explore. There are at least some people who actually know how to build and conserve what is beautiful and good - even if the rest of Western society (and the Third World) has almost zero to zero clue.

Monday, 11 June 2018

Nothing To Do With Law

Over on /r/MGTOW a man runs across a pro-MGTOW woman and analyzes her:
I was browsing YouTube when I stumbled across a pro-MGTOW woman. There are plenty of them all over the place and they present a very persuasive argument, which is that they understand MGTOW, they agree with MGTOW, and they want to work with MGTOW to change the laws to return society back to the old days when men and women got along. However, this is is just the MRA or tradcon argument repackaged and marketed to MGTOWs in an attempt to bring us back to the plantation.
It is true that unfair marriage laws are a problem, but the laws are the way they are because of female nature. Marriage is a social mechanism designed to transfer wealth from men to women. Females are naturally hypergamous. Women are programmed to extract wealth from men, which is why men who are with women will always be worse off because they will have their resources siphoned off from them.
MRAs and tradcons don't help. They don't offer a system whereby men's resources are not leeched away from them. Rather, the system they propose only leads to a more orderly extraction of wealth from men. Rather than men have their wealth suddenly ripped away from them through divorce rape, the tradcons would have you have your wealth slowly but consistently extracted from you in order to fund her luxurious housewife lifestyle and childrearing hobby.
If you value freedom, MGTOW is the only solution.
As he quite rightly points out, this is the old bait-and-switch like the so-called Red Pill Women bullshit. Stay away from the plantation.

As he quite rightly points out, the laws are the way they are because of female nature. As in, they were agitated for and finally granted (throwing the bitch a bone to shut her up) in the past.

In my opinion he does slip a little, when he states that "marriage is a social mechanism designed to transfer wealth from men to women". While true, this applies to modern marriage - the older version protected the husband (as the main breadwinner) and children from the abuses of modern marriage and the less-pleasant forms of women.

He is in my opinion 100% correct about the MRA/Tradcon "proposed system". It's just a "nicer" means that they propose, rather than the full-on band-aid-rip of frivorce followed by constant blood-donations of cash on an ongoing basis. (At least they're trying, even though I personally think that they're a bit crackers. Asking the slavemasters to please be "nicer" about using the whip...sheesh.)

I think sometimes that we men miss something that's not exactly obvious. It's not actually about the damn laws.

It's about the vile mentality that lays behind those laws, encouraging discontented wimminz to go for the fuckin' throat.

That this happens displays a hateful mentality on the whole. As I think that I've said before, a mentality of using others as though they are nothing more than objects. A machine. Run it at redline, 110%, with minimal to no maintenance - because you can, it's just a bloody machine.

Who cares when it breaks down, just get another.

Which I believe that I've also mentioned before, where the Enterprise is running at Warp Factor 11 all the time and Scotty is sitting on a chair in the engine room, spitting on the engines to cool them down and looking around gloomily as he waits for the next damn thing to break.

As I said back when, too: when you're running the business at 110% and they suddenly need another 10% because of an emergency, and someone has a breakdown and another has a heart-attack and another quits because they've had fuckin' enough...so the business gracefully goes over the edge and spirals down the drain, and the domino effect takes another down with it, and another, and another, and another...

Every MGTOW is a business that has stepped away from the edge, has slowed down to a sustainable state, and is coasting along doing well. Every man frivorced and thrown outta his home is a business that's gone over the edge and down, down, down with a huge slurping sound...the sound of his pocket being emptied for the next however-many years.

The laws? Yeah, they're bad. They're not the real problem, though.

It's the sick, demented, hateful mentality which applies those laws to the fullest which is the true problem.

Red Pill Women, pro-MGTOW women, rabbiting on about altering "the system". They're so goddamn blind.

Fuck the system.

They're not addressing the vile mentality which created and uses the system to its' advantage.

Sort that sickness, that mental/emotional disease, out - and it will have nothing to do with law. The laws would mean nothing. In that situation of mental/emotional health the women and society would not apply those laws. Because it would be unthinkable to apply them in the way that they are being applied at this time.

Unthinkable. As if someone were committing rape, pedophilia, or murder out in the open streets for all to watch.

Will that state of mental/emotional health be addressed? When 1 in 4 women are currently on antidepressants and similar? When it's easier for the health system to just throw another antidepressant at the person who is having difficulty? When they're subsidized by Government and Big Pharma to keep doing so?

When the bread and circuses and getting your nose into the Government trough are more important than having a place where your children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren can live happily to a ripe old age?

With that rather bleak look through Crap Colored Glasses™, I'm going to have a small glass of Grand Marnier and enjoy my fire. Cold winter nights have some good moments. Good luck my brothers, and always go your own way.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

Dying of Laughter

Strangely enough, once you get further into the Red Pill/MGTOW mindset - the lies aka toxic crap which is served up from teh wimminz just starts to make you laugh.

This particular one made me choke, I laughed that hard: 50 Things That Make A Man More Attractive (According to Women) (go ahead, it's on archive.is - no clicks from here for those fuckers).
Don't believe the rumors - women aren't just looking for abs, man buns, and impossibly white smiles (though they're all definitely very nice things). Most of the qualities ladies look for aren't even down to physical appearance, so don't stress if you haven't been hitting up the gym. Because there are just so many ways that men can be attractive, we've had to compile a mega list of 50 items. So, settle in and get ready to learn what women want. #41 is the most important according to women!
Time to translate this dogshit propaganda-shaming-hit-piece to reality:

1/ A sense of purpose. Because that can be twisted to becoming something that matches her puposes.

2/ The ability to fix things. Enjoy your honey-do list - slave.

3/ Love for his family. This can be twisted to caring for her and her womb-turds - slave.

4/ Goals and dreams. They can be twisted for her purposes - especially, twisted towards making $$$ to sustain her in the manner to which she wishes to become accustomed.

5/ Possession of some old-school class. Ahhh, chivalry is so very dead...dead, dead, dead...feminism killed it with extreme prejudice...but don't worry, she will happily train him to be an attentive slave.

6/ Communication skills. So she can gather ammunition to fuck you over mentally and emotionally for the rest of your life.

7/ Attentive in the bedroom. Though a 7+ inch dick that's massive around helps good too.

8/ Has good manners. Because the words fuck off you crazy cunt hurts her feelz.

9/ Confidence without the attitude. Not that she knows the difference.

10/ The ability to make people laugh. She's very happy to laugh - so long as you're paying the bills and otherwise entertaining her.

11/ Admitting when he's wrong. And he's always wrong, even when he's not - it's ever so nice to aver and affirm to her that you're a pussy who is easily pushed around.

12/ Intelligence. Yeah, no...it only counts if he's easily manipulated despite his smarts, otherwise he might catch on to the bullshit.

13/ Not afraid of commitment. Not that she knows what that is. It's also really unfair when she drives him away with her bullshit - he's afraid to commit!

14/ Full of surprises. The nice ones which involve giving her expensive gifts and paying her attention, not the ones involving surprise buttsex.

15/ Cooking skills. Her having to do so much around the house - it's nice when it can be pawned off on her slave.

16/ Dad potential.
17/ Motivation. It saves her from having to crack the whip. Yeeeee-hah! Move it, slave!

18/ Unafraid to grow. In the directions that will benefit her.

19/ Loveable nerdiness. Heheheheheheh! Yeah...

20/ Good cuddles. Because it's all about her.

21/ Willingness to help out. Take out the garbage. Slave.

22/ Ability to have fun. So long as she's having fun - entertain meeeeeee!

23/ Concern for the environment. Cheap shit from China is more important - there is no environment there. At least it's not in her back yard.

24/ Loves our flaws. Her most important flaw being the extreme number of cocks that she accidentally fell on.

25/ Strong moral fiber. Yeaaaah...it's always fun to break that down, she if she can get him to cheat with her...that cock in her mouth tastes very sweet, just like victory...

26/ Courageousness. She's not gonna fuck him, but she does appreciate him doing shit for her.
27/ Faithfulness. Blindness to her fucking around helps, too. No, you can't paternity test that womb-turd I pushed out - don't you truuuust me?!

28/ A sense of protectiveness. Variation on another white-knight.

29/ Emotional stability. It's so much fun trying to break this with every load of random emotive bullshit that she can dream up.

30/ Financial maturity. Cha-ching! $$$$$$$$$

31/ Good grooming. As Popp once said: She marries the pretty-boy, and 10 years later finds out that he's gay.

32/ Patience. It's so much fun for her to jack him around. Great emotional payoff for her when he loses it, too.

33/ The ability to forgive and forget. Like those 32 cocks she accidentally fell on. Not that she will forgive and forget anything that he does.

34/ Responsiveness. He's paying attention to me! How cuuuuute! (But only if she wants to fuck him, otherwise it's creepy as fuck shit.)

35/ Curiosity (especially if it's about her and her life).
36/ Respectful of boundaries. Her boundaries - heaven help you if you start inquiring what she was doing last night with the girls with Chad.

37/ An interest in the world. Because travel on his dime is sooo much fun. Hey, is that some new dick I can accidentally fall on?

38/ Health. Only if their health levels match, and once there's a ring on it she'll pull the pin on the fat-grenade.

39/ Not afraid of PDA. You sensitive new-age guy soyboy you...oooo Tyrone over there looks extra-spunky...

40/ Willingness to say I Love You. It better be in the form of an expensive fucking ring, honeymoon, wedding dress, and 1200ft McMansion. Slave.

41/ Appreciation. You will appreciate her. She gives not one shit for you - until the $$$ suddenly hit a bump or disappear. Then you'll know all about it.

42/ Physical desire. She can always find someone else. The sex dries up once the "I do" has been said. (As one poor bastard reader of mine found out within a year. Sheeit.)

43/ Leadership skills. At work only, because that translates to more $$$ for her to spend. Don't even think about pushing her around, you male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.

44/ Authenticity. It's okay for her to play you, it's not okay for you to play her. You male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.

45/ Decisiveness. So long as she doesn't have to think and it all goes smooth and sweet. Did I mention about pushing her around? You male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.

46/ Reliability. It's always nice to have Ole Reliable White Knight to pull her out of awful shituations (spelling deliberate) that she got herself into. It's also nice to cry on your shoulder about Jesse being a bastard - before she goes and fucks him again.
47/ Integrity. Which she knows nothing about herself, but she's real happy that he's not gonna do something dodgy on her. Pussy.

48/ Domestic ability. Slave.

49/ Generosity. Hand over those $$$ fucker.

50/ Self-respect. This is to be crushed. With extreme prejudice. Slave.

After all that sarcasm and hilarity - I leave you with a toast. I raise my Grand Marnier to you my Brothers. Always, go your own way.

Monday, 4 June 2018

Change For The Worse

Ever noticed how wimminz will start an argument in public, generally at the most inconvenient aka stupidest time possible?

Stated by a wimminz today, to her man, as I was buying groceries: "I'm not stupid, you know."

Actually, you are. I can tell by the tone of your voice, the look on your face, and - most importantly! - the fact that you chose to start an argument about something in the middle of a grocery store. Wildly inappropriate, you dumb bitch.

It's easy to figure why a wimminz does this, of course. It's part and parcel of weakening a man so that he caves to her unreasonable demands. Note that they're always unreasonable: if they were reasonable then she wouldn't need to resort to these dirty tactics.

The path of dirty tactics follows this general progression:

1/ starting the process in public

2/ making statements that paint the man in a bad light (like "I'm not stupid") to all and sundry

3/ further deflecting and escalating (sometimes to the point of screaming shit-fits, which I have witnessed many times - chances are good that you have too)

This is the nasty dogshit type of manipulative behaviour that far too many men give her the pussy pass for, when she pulls it out and uses it on them. Because she has them by the dick. ("She loves me!" Hahahah no she wants your $$$ and time and effort on an ongoing basis you idjit, and she's testing to see how much of her shit you will accept.)

You may accidentally succumb to this, especially in an unguarded moment. Or when you're completely exhausted. It's happened to me - embarrassing when you realise, however it's not the end of the world.

What it IS, is a fuckin' dealbreaker. 

This person has revealed that they are a piece of shit who is quite happy to fuck you around to get what they want. They have no regard for you as a person (you fuckin' slave) and they will happily do it again in the future (the bitch never changes for the better - only the worse).

Feel free to break whatever agreement she has forced you into. It was forced from you via manipulation and duress, so fuck it. It's not valid. (You'd break it if a "man" forced that shit upon you, why give her the pussy-pass for doing it? No. Don't give her what she wants. She doesn't deserve it.)

Also feel free to dump her skank-ho ass at any time, probably the sooner the better - she'll just try it again and again. While I don't personally condone abuse (like tooling her around a bit, 'cause it can get you in jail) I do understand if you want to go there.

She's always gonna get worse. No point to continuing down that path.

"I'm not stupid, you know."

"Actually, you fucking are. Don't pull those dirty shit tactics on me, you bitch. I'm fully fucking aware of them."

Good luck! - BPS

Saturday, 2 June 2018

Wounded By Life

Over here in the States I heard about a military man - the father of a friend's female friend. A Marine, apparently quite hardcore.

He's had a stroke of some type, which has impaired his mobility severely. He's pissed about it - really pissed - and taking out his frustrations on the family around him. Mostly swearing a lot, not actually physically abusive. "Mother-fuckng..." and etc. Quite hard on them.

Getting to be an older bastard myself, with my body starting to pack it in a touch, I can understand and sympathise with him.

It sucks when you can't do what you used to be able to do. When you were improving in life. Especially must suck when it happened so suddenly. Must be hella frustrating for a former Marine type.

Wish that I could say to him:

"Sir, you have been sorely wounded by life. I can understand. Yet you still have a mission to complete, and making it harder for others in that mission is counterproductive. Both for you and them."

That's about all I could say. Hell, it probably wouldn't help him and his, either.

Is there a point to this post? I'm not certain. Maybe something along the lines of: Try not to make the shit that happens to you worse by your actions.

What would I know though? I've not been through anything like that.

Take care all. - BPS

Awesome Form II

Dialled up to eleven again, yessiree!

Last night in LA, going for a walk because it's coolish and I need some exercise.

A wimminz on the corner a half-block away.

Full-throated screaming and ranting into the cellphone. As in, holding it in front of her and screaming full-throated at it, even bending over in the process. (Kinda fuckin' weird actually.)

Seems that she needed a ride from an eeeevil menz type. Maybe she asked and he declined. Maybe she went straight for the throat from the get-go. (Being a biased fucker, I tend to think the latter. Plus I can't see how a simple request could degenerate that badly to screaming and ranting.)

"I'm right on the fucking corner, you can't fucking miss me!"

Correct, you crazy bitch. I can't miss you at all. Nor will I ever. In fact, I thank my lucky stars that your crazed cuntiness is not in my life at all.

Holy Jesus, You gave Your life on the Cross to forgive this craziness? Sometimes, killing it with fire sounds like the better choice.

(Blasphemy, I know - I'm already going to Hell, so never mind.)

Thankfully: Not my circus, not my monkeys. Though my warped sense of humour gets a great deal of entertainment from watching this.

Gentlemen: grow some fucking balls. Preferably some nice big bastards, about the size of bowling balls and made of stainless steel.

Soyboys: keep it up. You can interact with these crazies for all eternity with our blessings. Just keep their craycray the fuck away from the more normal (and sane) people like us.

Getting ready to fly. - BPS

Friday, 1 June 2018

Opinions are like assholes...

It's interesting to talk with the Americans here as I've been traveling through the states. Inevitably one question that comes up is: "What does New Zealand think of Trump?"

When I'm with obvious Right-leaning people or military types I simply said: "While a bunch of NZers are fairly leftist, my personal leaning is towards Trump. I sure as shit don't think that Hillary would have been a good choice at all." They've all agreed, one even showed me a video of Hillary spazzing out. (Which is pretty damn freaky right there - how the fuck did she get to be a candidate? What on earth is wrong with the Democrats, to put that out there?)

When I'm with Left-leaning people (or types that I can't determine) I've been more neutral and said stuff like: "It didn't seem like you guys had many choices. Hillary didn't seem like a very good candidate at all." Which from the leftists has elicited some interesting responses.

A lot of them seem to be really pissed that Bernie Sanders was essentially shafted by his own party. A couple stated flat-out that he was thrown under the bus by his own. Those became an interesting conversation, trying to figure out why the hell Hillary was chosen over Sanders. Even the leftists were not thrilled by her.

I get the impression that if Sanders hadn't been shafted, instead had been supported, things would be very different. Trump would likely not have gotten in. (Just a personal impression, and what the hell do I know...)

Another interesting thing is when eating and listening to talk-radio in some leftist yuppie cafe (gay vegan soyboy lattes FTW hahahah!). Trump is selling out the states, he should be impeached, blah blah fricking blah.

Which simply makes me remember the old adage: Opinions are like assholes...everyone's got one.

Including me, of course. The difference (in my opinion, at any rate) is that I know that I'm a biased, opinionated asshole.

I also don't have any delusions that:

1/ what I say matters

2/ what I say is correct

3/ any of my input would be of any real value to the process

I'm totally down with that, which lets me be somewhat amused and detached about the whole thing. Besides, it's kinda funny to see the leftists spazz out schizophrenically about the whole thing.

One last night in LA, before my flight back to Aussie and then New Zealand. Relaxing, chilling out, almost done.

I will have to come back and take another million photographs one day. At least I got to meet with and talk with some interesting people. Including, strangely enough, some people from New Zealand. Small world.

I find that I especially enjoy the military people. Maybe it's because their realism matches in some weird way with my general bloody-mindedness and skepticism re the bullshit which goes on in the world. God knows, I'd never make it in the military myself: I'd likely be insubordinated out within 24 hours.

Tomorrow, I will be flying for a bit under 24 hours. Back to 3C (36F?) temperatures and wintertime in New Zealand.

I shoulda found myself a MAGA hat while I was in flyover country. Damn, bit late now.

Catch ya's later. - BPS

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Twisted Obsessions

It has never ceased to amaze me, the hamsterbations of the female mind. You'd have thought that I'd'a learned by now, yet they can still surprise me.

So here I am in America, I do talk with people. Mostly the older set, because they are actually interesting (astronomers, a guy who was in the NASA space program, engineers who built missiles, an ex-army man who was involved in the Titan II missile biz). Very interesting people.

I don't bother with the younger ones. The males're more interested in making money and showing it off so that they can get their dick wet. The females are brain dead followers of the Karshitdians and whatever loopy drama they can stir up in their lives (a weird thing by itself). The things that us old farts kinda look down on...

Youth, their heedlessness makes me feel old and fuckin' crusty.

Yet for really twisted obsessions, the older females seem to be tops. This is both in NZ and America. Probably the rest of the world too, I have no real personal experience of that though.

The number of older wimminz this past three weeks. They learn that I'm single, the first thing that pops out of their mouths is: "We need to get you a girlfriend." With the obvious "you need to be married" bullshit at a deeper level of meaning in their words.

Yep, like that's gonna happen. I'm picking that Hell will achieve negative Kelvin first.

Of course, being a single man with some spare $$$ to enjoy himself with, that's a straightforward combination of threat/opportunity for wimminz. Can't let him run around loose - he'll wake up the other plantation slaves. Besides, he's got $$$ that some woman isn't sucking dry.

This situation cannot be borne!

So I've had the fortune (aka pain in the ass) of having wimminz making ominous rumbling noises in my direction. All being attempts to curtail my freedom, disguised as "opportunities" to "get a good wimminz in my life" aka become host to a pathetic class of parasitic fuckin' leech.

When I say pathetic, I mean definitively past it. Not to say that some of these wimminz ain't good-looking for chicks in their fourties and fifties. (MakeApp. Use it. Even on the older ones - no, especially on the older ones!) A couple of them would have been real stunners in their twenties.

They're still single/divorced and looking though, which immediately clues you in to the fact that they just couldn't manage one of three things:

1/ choose the right type of man to start with (he was abusive)

2/ stick with the man they'd chosen for more than a decade or so (she got bored)

3/ find the right type of man in the first place (too busy blowing and riding those musical cocks on the carousel)

Yet at this age they are stuck with the weirdest idea that they're still God's gift to men plus still have that twisted obsession with getting married again. He'd better have a giant cock as well. As if the fuckin' world owes it to them or something.

'Scuse me, Martha. You ain't all that. Go squat on your purple cactus for a while.

Because I ain't giving up my freedom for some worn-out loose cunt that's already shat out three watermelons aka womb-turds to multiple men, and is incapable of having any more. There's only downside, no upside atall (having kiddies for the next generation is the only upside, and not much of one these days with frivorce and the weaponisation of the kiddies against the father).

So on the whole: she shoulda planned better and stuck with her "starter marriage" - a term that needs to burn in hell, along with all wimminz who think that way.

That said, there have been a couple of wimminz who knew that I'm from New Zealand and there was no hope of any relationship and who still made some determined moves on me. Perhaps it's because I'm in reasonable shape for a 52yo, perhaps they just wanted some "exotic" foreign dick, perhaps they really thought that I'd change my mind after "sampling" their "wares".

Like I said to someone: I didn't come here looking for some pussy. All it'd take is a false rape accusation and *wham* BPS is in jail for 6-8 months, game and life over man. Supremely fucked.

Though I'll admit that it's fuckin' hard at times, when a halfway-decent-looking (MakeApp, MakeApp, MakeApp) specimen is skilfully putting the moves on you (plenty of practice, that one). I'm not a fuckin' stone, aye. The $$$ that I have is a magnet that's sometimes hard to hide, the temptation is there when they determinedly make all the effort...

Bought to you from the back-bed of an RV up near Grand Canyon. By myself, driving the wimminz en-masse mad because I'm single. Just remember that rawdogging the roadwhore is a supremely bad idea, no matter how tempting...so don't let the camel get its head in the tent door.

Friday, 18 May 2018

White Noise

Have you ever noticed that teh wimminz just can't shut their fuckin' gob?

Everything that happens that might be the slightest upsetting is broadcast to all and sundry. Ad nauseum. To the fuckin' world. Most especially if it's to the detriment of a man.

It reminds me very much of No-Ma'am and The Fine Art of TV Repair.

I ran across a textbook case last night, actually. (Here in America, of course. The break is going well.) This is not to say that it only happens in America - I've seen (heard) it in New Zealand too. England. Thailand. Not personally in Australia, though I see no reason why there would be an exception.

How it came about. I went and parked my RV up at a place called Grindstone Lake, near Ruidoso NM. A nice area, reminds me of the pine forests back in NZ. It's an artificial lake actually, a dam where people can go picnic, fish, swim, etc. Also walk and mountain bike, with lots of trails. Something that I desperately need: the heat has been limiting my walking exercise, I'm literally putting on weight just because of not enough movement.

I go to start my walk, there turns out to be a wimminz in awesome form in the parking lot. Not fine form - awesome form. Dialled up to eleven.

Sittin' in the truck with the door wide open.

Full-throated bitching on the phone to someone else.

When I say full-throated, I mean looooud. I was over 30 meters away (think 30 yards, almost a third of a football field away). I could hear her plain as day.

"Reeeeereereeeeeee I'm fucking stressed out reereeeeereeereerereee I'm fucking sick of it this's got to stop rereeeeeeeererereeeeeee four more fucking days of this shit reeeeeeeeee....!" All of it with that nasty little cutting undertone that bitches can have when they're really going to town.

I turned my head and looked at her as I was walking past. Pretty good looker, IMO - for a mid-thirties bitch. Long legs, blond hair, good shape, and what probably would have been a delicately pretty face if she wasn't twisting it into the shape of her fucked-up emotional/mental state. Looked like a vicious harpy (though maybe that was prejudice on my part).

I kept walking while checking her out pretty damn obviously. She suddenly realised when I was about 5 meters (yards) away and made a lame excuse and hung up. Probably my face showed some of my disgust and she finally picked up on it - took her long enough, I was blatant as hell with the checking her out.

Goes to show: no matter how sexy as fuck she might be, someone somewhere is fed up with her bullshit.

Kept on walking. Good walk around the lake, maybe two miles - sure felt it, being out of shape, though.

Cheers,
BPS

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Victory and Defeat

Damn. So here I am over in America - land in Los Angelos, intending to catch up with a man in Florida, and cousins up in Canada, and see as much as possible while I'm driving on the way and back. I'm driving an RV.

A week has gone past. I'm in Big Bend country, down Alpine Texas. Holy fuck, I thought that I'd be in Florida by now. I forgot how damn huge you guys are. Haven't been over here at least ten years, completely forgot. (Strong winds and routing around a fire here in Texas didn't help. Friday was ten hours driving, a few breaks. Sheeeiiit, I'm feeling like a dumbass. And exhausted.)

So I call the Florida man up, I can't just not show. Completely not fucking cool to do that to someone. "Hello, is that XXX?" "Who is this?" "It's Black Poison Soul."

We spent a few minutes jawing and I let him go back to his evening with family and all. Got to hear each other's voice, I made the effort. It's lame to say, really wanted to get there. I was just dumb. Will most probably yack with him again in the next two-three weeks.

Then called up my cousin in Canada - voicemail - damn, left a lame-ass message.

Feel like a fuckin dipshit.

Next time I'll just fly to where I wanna check out, hire a car, go see the local history and scenery and hike and stuff. You could probably spend a month in each state - I hope you Americans really take advantage of it. You have so much to go look at and do.

I'm gonna have to fly to Florida next year sometime. Do it the smart way. This time, defeated by reality.
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So a quick check back with family in NZ, and friends on FaceCrap. My mate who married the hairdresser has changed all his man-shit profile stuff to wedding photos.

Sad. You once had large, plentiful balls, man. Now you've pussified yourself, and the look on her face - that you obviously can't see - is so fuckin smug with victory.

It's like my balls also winced in sympathy with him.

You know when you see another man kicked in the nuts? Your balls just clench in sympathy?

That feeling.

Stick a fork in him. He's done.

I would have a glass of Grand Marnier in memory...like, in remembrance for a dead mate...only that stuff is back in New Zealand. I'll have to do it when I get back.

Peace...driving. (Tomorrow.)