Reality Pushes Back

Part #1 - before The Trumpening:

So I know this older and quite fat woman, she's gotten fired (along with a bunch of others). Worked as an analyst and actuarial at a bank here in New Zealand (note that 90% of NZ banks are ultimately owned by Australian banks).

She's having a whine about how awful it has been for everyone, how her boss collapsed, how her team has been split up randomly amongst other "bosses" who have no idea what they do or how to use them effectively, etc etc etc.

Final whine was about she doesn't know why she's been fired, the company used to win awards for their diversity...

Basically she got fired because she was costing the company too damn much for not enough return. And she thought that it was unfair because of VAGINA. Hah! Reality's a bitch innit.

Part #2 - after The Trumpening:

It's a couple of weeks on, she's resigned herself to reality (and a big fat bonus + severance check - note that it was still cheaper to fire her ass and pay her a year of "shut-your-cake-hole" money than to keep her hired).

She's now walking daily and has lost a couple of kilograms.

Trump got in though. Whinge...whine...bitch...creeb...typical leftist fucking drivel, which I for one am utterly sick of hearing. It's not even humorous any more, just a sign that the person desperately needs a double-tapping to the head. Some people are just incapable of shutting up and not driving you crazy.

Me: Trump won't press the button. He can't. Senate and House will stop any overt lunacies, the Generals would disobey, etc etc etc.

Her: (utter silence)

Even retards fucking get it eventually.

Especially note the walking. For someone quite a few kilograms overweight, she's suddenly gotten onto a fitness kick. Why?

Might it be because she's no bloody use when she doesn't bring in money? Plus she's basically unemployable? Add to that being a whining fat bitch who doesn't sleep in the same room with hubby because "he snores"?

So she has decided to sweeten the deal with hubby by getting thinner - because being married to a bitching whiner is easier if she's skinny and fuckable.

I'm picking that soonish, she'll be moving back into hubby's bed instead of sleeping separately.

Speaking of fat chicks (no more fat chicks! - this PSA brought to you courtesy of Black Poison Soul). You cannot shame a fat chick if you want to remain employed. Here is the effects of this principle:

If a man is fat and overweight - even just moderately - the doctors are on his ass 110% giving him shit about changing his lifestyle and habits for his own good and health and etc.

Fat chicks? Enormous fucking silence. Not one peep to women about how they should change their lifestyle and habits for their own good and health and etc.

Such is the socially-diseased power of fat bitches in society. (Warning: do not fuck, can lead to unwanted pregnancies and a painful life! - this PSA brought to you courtesy of Black Poison Soul.)

So Much To Do

Sitting in the smoko room at work.

The girls blabbering in the background.

Crazy-eyed fat twat: "I enjoyed living in Melbourne. There's so much to do there!"

Yes, the blather of the ADD-addled child. Jumping from one thing to the next. In conversation, in work, in life.

That's probably a part of why she moved from Australia back to New Zealand. To follow her boyfriend. Funny, she ain't married yet - and she's been working there for two-three years.

By her fatness you can guess her favorite pastime while in Melbourne.

Entertain meeeee!

Fatties Unite

Here's a gem: people are becoming so fat that they're updating the crash-test dummies used for testing cars to cater to the fatty brigade. I'm curious if they're taking into account that the fat forms a cushioning barrier, plus how much bouncing around these fatties will have space to do.

I can just see the new car-designs, designed to be "driven" by bowling-balls. This is probably the only reason that I can see for making driverless cars (apart from women being shit drivers). Fatties can then sit one and two in a pod, swing down a keyboard from the roof, punch in their destination - and sit back corpulently, sucking down sugar-water and munching on emergency "health" food bars.

Overall personal thoughts regarding this: fuckin' hilarious!

Bring back fat-shaming!

Fat Acceptance - Jumping The Shark

Or if not jumping it, it's getting ready to. Great big fat fucking sharks too. Trigger warning, this is not a pretty thing to see:

Okay, here's a fattie by the name of Taryn Brumfitt (bumfit?) who felt insecure about her body - went to the gym and got a bodybuilder's body - realised that she still felt insecure about her body - so got fat again:

Now's she's spreading her corpulent wonder across the interwebs for all to see, glorying in her fatness and putting up a kickstarter to make a film to promote (wait for it) fat acceptance (I re-dub this film as "fat acceptance gone wild"):

Some women are just too fucked in the head to believe. This one loves the attention though - she's become the face fat blob of the Body Image Movement:

Call me cynical, I wonder how much of those kickstarter funds will "disappear" into her pocket. It's been known to happen - a lot. She's already met her $200k goal with 40 days to go, so feminism will get it's shits and giggles.

So now we men are going to have to be bombarded with this glorification of worthless laziness.

Why these retard women just can't get it. Here's a clue: most porn involves slim, sexy, young girls - not fatties and old chicks with everything sagging everywhere. Bring back #fatshaming!

Final PostSecret?

I think that this is the last one that I'm going to do. The reason: I'm actually getting kinda bored with it. You can only say the same thing over and over a limited number of times before even you start yawning at the banality and same-same of it all.

Like a greedy pig, you just...give up eventually. Eventually you realise that you're just not gonna fill that empty place. (Unless you kill yourself trying of course.)

Well, let's begin with the disordered souls:

Eating disorders. Food ad-nauseum. A twisted self-loathing within the soul that manifests itself as a disease of the mind. It is a pity that fatness isn't recognised as a disease of the mind also, a self-loathing that manifests in the physical world from the sick desire to die (from overeating).

Someone chastising his woman. Only partway there: once he's fully-there he'll realise that he should do the deciding. If she refuses to go along: dump her and find another.

First penis envy (feminists sour grapes) and now ball-envoy. We can implant some for you, you transsexual you.

Girl wanting to be a part of the herd. Too stupid to realise that true freedom is outside the herd, or being part of the harem of a man outside the herd.

Sad when a woman's mind and instincts are at war with each other. Take my advice: shit on feminism and become a full-on raving "traditional" woman. Your instincts (under control) won't give you as many regrets as following feminism will.

Ah well. These days I seem to be seeing the weak spots in women's souls. I should just strike those weak spots, instead of wasting my time swearing at them. Stick a knife in the soul and twist, in a plausibly-deniable manner.

After all, that's what women do.

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An observation earlier today about a bulimic girl who has baby rabies - at age 32: No amount of children are gonna fill the hole where your soul should be, girl