A few days ago I got to yakking with an older woman working as cashier and food-maker in a bakery. (She is an excellent endorsement for Feminaziism. Early 40's in a dead-end job, with less personal enjoyment than if she was making lunches for her family. You go girl! Meh.)
Note that I don't yak with her 'cause she's pretty. She ain't. At early-40's she's used up and gone, it's time she was dropped in the rubbish bin like a used kleenex. Which ironically isn't far from what effectively happened to her recently.
So let us talk a short walk, following this girl's family line down the "path 'o doom".
It seems that she was born of a woman back when, one of the early single mommy types (like my mother, joy joy joy! bah). Her mother obviously made bad decisions and ended up having to raise her daughter by herself. We could refer to her mother as "bad decision generation #1".
Now she, she has just broken up with her "latest partner" of 6 years. (That ole 7-year itch strikes again! Yes, she broke up with him. Why? Reasons undefined...) So a partner of 6 years, she breaks up with her latest. Obviously there was earlier partners, at least one - probably more, considering that she has a daughter just turning 20 years old.
She's never mentioned if she was divorced. I didn't ask. So I could go 50/50 for divorce or single-mommy-dom. Either way, we can refer to her as "bad decision generation #2".
So her daughter just turned 20-odd. Said daughter has just gotten pregnant to a man who "is utterly unsuitable". (BWAHAHAAHAHAHHHHH!!!! The level of dipshit unawareness is fuckin' breathtaking. Especially considering her personal history.) Sad to say, I must now refer to the daughter as "bad decision generation #3".
Some sweet thoughts. Three generations of fucking the wrong man (or wrong type of man) (or more accurately, being fucked by or parting their legs for the wrong type of men). Great stuff, yes?
It gets better. She's just lost out a bunch of money on a trip to some island that she'd arranged for her daughter's 20th birthday - because the island has Zika Virus on it. Ooooops. Can't have bubsy getting zapped by Zika Virus! But she's now out some money...she's agonizing over it, 'cause she's single and works in the hospitality industry 'cause in her early 40's she's single once more and too fuckin' useless for anything else...
Wait wait wait. Let's back up a bit here.
Her momma made massive bad decisions in her life. She made massive bad decisions in her life. Her daughter has made massive bad decisions in her life.
Yet.
Can't have the baby getting hurt. That baby must be supported. And it's *important* to send dipshit daughter on a 20th birthday holiday, even though dipshit daughter's mum basically lives hand-to-mouth in the hospitality industry, and now dipshit daughter cannot go because dipshit daughter is pregnant and now she's out some money...
My mind is utterly blown by the levels of stupidity, idiocy, and doublethink exhibited.
No, no! Dipshit daughter and bubsy are important!
If that baby is another daughter, will we be referring to her as "bad decision generation #4" sometime down the line? Should we start now?
Round and round and round it goes, as we flush everything sane and sensible so far as society should be concerned with, down the shitter...
...because the completely stupid are encouraged and rewarded for having sex randomly, because they are not actively penalized for breeding indiscriminately with "totally unsuitable" mates, because the more suitable mates are then browbeaten and brainwashed into caring for other people's shit results (man up and marry that slutty single mommy with a half-dozen STDs!), because the more suitable mates are are treated like crap no matter what they do to try and support single mumsy and bubsy...
...is it any wonder that Men look at this horseshit and mentally/emotionally check out?
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Sunday, 2 September 2018
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).
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! $$$$$$$$$
31/ Good grooming. As Popp once said: She marries the pretty-boy, and 10 years later finds out that he's gay.
32/ Patience. It's so much fun for her to jack him around. Great emotional payoff for her when he loses it, too.
33/ The ability to forgive and forget. Like those 32 cocks she accidentally fell on. Not that she will forgive and forget anything that he does.
34/ Responsiveness. He's paying attention to me! How cuuuuute! (But only if she wants to fuck him, otherwise it's creepy as fuck shit.)
35/ Curiosity (especially if it's about her and her life).
36/ Respectful of boundaries. Her boundaries - heaven help you if you start inquiring what she was doing last night with the girls with Chad.
37/ An interest in the world. Because travel on his dime is sooo much fun. Hey, is that some new dick I can accidentally fall on?
38/ Health. Only if their health levels match, and once there's a ring on it she'll pull the pin on the fat-grenade.
39/ Not afraid of PDA. Yousensitive new-age guy soyboy you...oooo Tyrone over there looks extra-spunky...
40/ Willingness to say I Love You. It better be in the form of an expensive fucking ring, honeymoon, wedding dress, and 1200ft McMansion. Slave.
41/ Appreciation. You will appreciate her. She gives not one shit for you - until the $$$ 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.
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.
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.
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! $$$$$$$$$
31/ Good grooming. As Popp once said: She marries the pretty-boy, and 10 years later finds out that he's gay.
32/ Patience. It's so much fun for her to jack him around. Great emotional payoff for her when he loses it, too.
33/ The ability to forgive and forget. Like those 32 cocks she accidentally fell on. Not that she will forgive and forget anything that he does.
34/ Responsiveness. He's paying attention to me! How cuuuuute! (But only if she wants to fuck him, otherwise it's creepy as fuck shit.)
35/ Curiosity (especially if it's about her and her life).
37/ An interest in the world. Because travel on his dime is sooo much fun. Hey, is that some new dick I can accidentally fall on?
38/ Health. Only if their health levels match, and once there's a ring on it she'll pull the pin on the fat-grenade.
39/ Not afraid of PDA. You
40/ Willingness to say I Love You. It better be in the form of an expensive fucking ring, honeymoon, wedding dress, and 1200ft McMansion. Slave.
41/ Appreciation. You will appreciate her. She gives not one shit for you - until the $$$ 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 $$$ for her to spend. Don't even think about pushing her around, you male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.
44/ Authenticity. It's okay for her to play you, it's not okay for you to play her. You male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.
45/ Decisiveness. So long as she doesn't have to think and it all goes smooth and sweet. Did I mention about pushing her around? You male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.
46/ Reliability. It's always nice to have Ole Reliable White Knight to pull her out of awful shituations (spelling deliberate) that she got herself into. It's also nice to cry on your shoulder about Jesse being a bastard - before she goes and fucks him again.
48/ Domestic ability. Slave.
49/ Generosity. Hand over those $$$ 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.
Tuesday, 16 January 2018
The Female Solution to Worthless Degrees™
Sell your virginity to the highest bidder!
Apparently there are two websites who cater to high-end fucktoys that want a kickstart in life, by selling their virginity to the highest bidder:
If these girls have gone through the entire school of academic insanity and come out the other side with a Worthless™ degree - how many cocks did she "accidentally fall on" on the way?
A hymenoplasty never felt so good!
You pathetically stupid delusional fuckers HAHAHAHAHAHAH...!
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Apparently there are two websites who cater to high-end fucktoys that want a kickstart in life, by selling their virginity to the highest bidder:
Back in April, a Hong Kong businessman paid $2.5 million for 18-year-old Romanian lingerie model Aleexandra Khefren’s virginity. She was financially distressed, of course. In fact, millions of millennials around the world are facing financial difficulties and are comfy with trading sex for their next debt servicing payment. [Emphasis mine. - BPS] They are using websites like Cinderella Escorts and SeekingArrangement, two of the most well-known match-makers in the space that facilitate big-ticket trysts.I have an interesting question for the buyer:
If these girls have gone through the entire school of academic insanity and come out the other side with a Worthless™ degree - how many cocks did she "accidentally fall on" on the way?
A hymenoplasty never felt so good!
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Thursday, 28 December 2017
The Leech
Ah, the leech! Men get bitten by her every day - willingly!
"Can you help me with this...?"
"Would you do me a favor...?"
"I just wondered if you would...?"
And the general pussified man's reaction is:
"Sure! (Maybe I'll get laid!)"
Fuckin' laughable, these maggots.
You maggots wanna get laid? Two hundred bucks, I fucking guarantee that you'll get laid.
With a bit more skilled pussy than that cunt.
One that's almost certainly better-looking.
With less chance of STDs, too.
The worst part though, is when some self-entitled cunt pulls this at work.
Once? Yeah, okay. Just so that the business keeps going. Once.
Twice? Maaaaybe. If you're feeling in a really good mood. (No, you're not going to get to fuck her, you pathetic maggot you. Also remember: don't shit where you eat.)
Three-four-more times? Fuck no. Especially if it's every fucking day - FUCK NO!!!
This is where you should have been a little more proactive. By this point you should have been saying stuff like: "Sorry. Something really urgent has come up."
Cunt doesn't need to know that the something really urgent is actually: "I'm not doing your fucking shit job for you in addition to my own. Fuck off." Or that you'd prefer to pick your nose (getting the nasal cavities really clean is extremely fucking important). Or go have a dump (a massive bowel movement is of more importance and pleasure than her pathetic helplessness or whatever fucking excuse she's dreamed up this time).
Just about anything is better than doing her fucking job for her.
To really nip this shit in the bud though, you need to go to management and tell them what's happening. Then say: "Once? Oookay. Twice? Hmmmmm.... But three, four, five times? Something's wrong, you need to look into this."
'Cause if you don't nip that shit in the bud, what's going to happen is that you're going to be doing that cunts' work for her while she's: bitching to her co-workers/bitching about her co-workers/bitching about her frenemies/bitching about her boyfriend/making plans for tonight/making plans for her holidays/making plans for whatever. On top of that: painting her nails/messing with her hair/putting on makeup/sexting her latest Chad.
(What, you thought you were going to nail that pussy? Wake up you pathetic fucking maggot.)
A lot of pathetic maggots will let it get to this stage. Heh. They're fucked. They try to unfuck it, cue screaming shit-fits as that entitled cunt causes massive problems.
Because by now, it is very firmly entrenched in that entitled cunts' head that she can call *anyone* to give her a hand. Cue whining to HR that "this has become a hostile environment" and "I no longer feel safe with so-and-so" and "he's become toxic" and etc. Good luck with that sixteen tons of shit!
Or you can start right from the fucking beginning. Don't let the leech get her fucking teeth into you at all.
Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ and a talk with an idiot pussy acquaintance who let this happen to him recently. Fucktard. (Full of lame excuses too. Fuck I hate that! Why do these pathetic maggots have a million lame excuses for their maggotness?)
"Can you help me with this...?"
"Would you do me a favor...?"
"I just wondered if you would...?"
And the general pussified man's reaction is:
"Sure! (Maybe I'll get laid!)"
Fuckin' laughable, these maggots.
You maggots wanna get laid? Two hundred bucks, I fucking guarantee that you'll get laid.
With a bit more skilled pussy than that cunt.
One that's almost certainly better-looking.
With less chance of STDs, too.
The worst part though, is when some self-entitled cunt pulls this at work.
Once? Yeah, okay. Just so that the business keeps going. Once.
Twice? Maaaaybe. If you're feeling in a really good mood. (No, you're not going to get to fuck her, you pathetic maggot you. Also remember: don't shit where you eat.)
Three-four-more times? Fuck no. Especially if it's every fucking day - FUCK NO!!!
This is where you should have been a little more proactive. By this point you should have been saying stuff like: "Sorry. Something really urgent has come up."
Cunt doesn't need to know that the something really urgent is actually: "I'm not doing your fucking shit job for you in addition to my own. Fuck off." Or that you'd prefer to pick your nose (getting the nasal cavities really clean is extremely fucking important). Or go have a dump (a massive bowel movement is of more importance and pleasure than her pathetic helplessness or whatever fucking excuse she's dreamed up this time).
Just about anything is better than doing her fucking job for her.
To really nip this shit in the bud though, you need to go to management and tell them what's happening. Then say: "Once? Oookay. Twice? Hmmmmm.... But three, four, five times? Something's wrong, you need to look into this."
'Cause if you don't nip that shit in the bud, what's going to happen is that you're going to be doing that cunts' work for her while she's: bitching to her co-workers/bitching about her co-workers/bitching about her frenemies/bitching about her boyfriend/making plans for tonight/making plans for her holidays/making plans for whatever. On top of that: painting her nails/messing with her hair/putting on makeup/sexting her latest Chad.
(What, you thought you were going to nail that pussy? Wake up you pathetic fucking maggot.)
A lot of pathetic maggots will let it get to this stage. Heh. They're fucked. They try to unfuck it, cue screaming shit-fits as that entitled cunt causes massive problems.
Because by now, it is very firmly entrenched in that entitled cunts' head that she can call *anyone* to give her a hand. Cue whining to HR that "this has become a hostile environment" and "I no longer feel safe with so-and-so" and "he's become toxic" and etc. Good luck with that sixteen tons of shit!
Or you can start right from the fucking beginning. Don't let the leech get her fucking teeth into you at all.
Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ and a talk with an idiot pussy acquaintance who let this happen to him recently. Fucktard. (Full of lame excuses too. Fuck I hate that! Why do these pathetic maggots have a million lame excuses for their maggotness?)
Sunday, 3 December 2017
Congratulations
...you remarried a fuckin' hairdresser.
Both amusing and fuckin' appalling.
Alright, this is a bloke that I've known for six-odd years. He split up with his wife of 20 years something like 5 years ago - because she was an alcoholic with zero impulse-control.
Apologies. I meant to say "she just happened to fall on all those cocks, she swears it, it must be true".
At least mine wasn't one of those cocks. Though she made a great try for it. Funny how I always ended up with the hot-as blue-eyed blondes chasing me. (Though given that I've got green eyes, maybe not quite so unexpected, hahaha. I even used to be somewhat blonde as a young'n, and still have somewhat mousy-blonde hair that's turning grey. Bah. Older, darker, wiser.)
Back to him. Congratulations. You got rid of alcoholic-stupid and went straight to fucking crazy. (With a couple other flavors of crazy in between, before wising up and dumping them.) Now you're compounding your personal stupidity by putting a ring on that crazy.
And she's a professional fuckin' liar to boot, one who makes other women look "beautiful".
Lap it up, man. Pushing 50 and still ruled by your cock. And I thought that I was bad, still being a horny bastard at 51.
Just get MakeApp and run her through it. Believe me, I've just done it, she doesn't look that great.
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And she's a professional fuckin' liar to boot, one who makes other women look "beautiful".
Lap it up, man. Pushing 50 and still ruled by your cock. And I thought that I was bad, still being a horny bastard at 51.
Just get MakeApp and run her through it. Believe me, I've just done it, she doesn't look that great.
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Monday, 11 September 2017
Can't Understand Normal Thinking
You got it, that's from Terrence Popp of Redonkulas: Can't Understand Normal Thinking, aka C.U.N.T. (Sounds refreshing, but it isn't.)
That's a large number of women that you meet. We harp on about 'em endlessly, here in the Manosphere. All a part of taking the "Red Pill" as it were.
Occasionally though, you run across one that stands head and shoulders above the rest. You would swear that they're so damn stupid, they were dropped on their head at birth repeatedly - and are literally nothing more than a walking vagina. Certainly, nothing up there is working.
Ran across a prize example today.
At a mall, buying some electrical stuff - back to the car - head out of the mall and back to work.
At a pedestrian crossing, a woman pushing a pram. Being a normal person I stop and let her walk across (as per law anyway).
Halfway across, halfway to the footpath - she steps off the ped crossing and starts walking right down the middle of the damn road where cars drive.
Right in front of me, this extreme nutjob pushing her pram down the road instead of the footpath, literally 1m (about a yard, for you American readers) away from a wide and safe and unoccupied footpath.
So I'm stuck with tootling along behind this crazy cunt for about 50-60 meters.
Darwin, you are utterly fucked in this civilization of ours. Sometimes I'd just like to give you a helping hand, know what I mean.
Monday, 17 July 2017
Yuppies Are So Stupid II
The last one was about cars, this one's about houses. Come to think of it, shit in general. Blech.
So I live in a house that was built in the sixties. Solid concrete basement area, tanalized hardwood frame, brick exterior, solid wood floors, etc. Roof was replaced 10-odd years ago.
Of course, being the sixties, no insulation. (Good thing too - in the day it was asbestos and getting that out of the walls basically means tearing the entire house down.) Had to get that in the roof and floor, and you can't get it in the walls easily - requires gutting the whole house, stuffing the walls, and re-paneling. Got a heat pump installed too, still has a functional fireplace.
This is all standard maintenance/upkeep/modernizing that you have to do over the years. For a 50+ year old place it's actually pretty damn good.
Unfortunately this is where the yuppies come in...
Last owner was a builder. Most jackleg sonofabitch that I've ever had the misfortune to fix up after. The shit he screwed up is unbelievable. Not big, big stuff - no - small, stupid, niggling stuff.
The kind of stuff that nobody in their right mind would screw up. Let alone a builder.
Stuff that is, in aggregate, bloody expensive to sort out. Death of a thousand cuts type of expensive.
Example. Over time, the light fixtures break. Usual stuff. They get replaced. If you can't find something that works, you might save up a thou and then get the whole lot replaced with the same (more modern) type. Assuming that you give a damn, which I don't particularly.
Not this fucker and his ho.
They went through and replaced about 2/3rds of things, with such a mishmash of shit...recessed, spotlight, fixture, strip...which results in a heck of a lot of inconvenience. The biggest one is having to keep four different types of lightbulbs on hand.
See, in NZ we have a standard lightbulb and socket that is bayonet type. They're actually quite a pain in the ass, the spring-loading takes some force to replace bulbs, so you can bust the bulbs as you put them in and take them out. (Not something that you want to do with the "eco-friendly" flouro bulbs - when it happens, clean up immediately.)
Modern "fixtures" generally have screw-bulbs. Very convenient, especially for older folks like my parents. *BUT* you can't get these to replace the standard bayonet socket. Very inconvenient.
Then of course, there's various dickwad multi-lamp spotlight things out there. Yet a third bulb to have on hand...
...the stupid fluoro strip over the bathroom handbasin...
...modern LED fuckin' fixtures that you can't replace the fuckin' LED, you have to replace the entire fuckin' fixture...
...and pretty soon you have a shelf that's half-filled with bulbs of various types, just so you have one of everything that you're gonna be needing at short notice.
One day, you just might get the urge to say "fuck it" and go toddle off to get some kind of fixture that fits the general decor of a 50yo house, because you're getting sick of not having the right kind of bulb when one rather "unique" light fixture goes. (It's inevitable and a fiddly pain in the ass to replace. Literally a half-hour of playing around, which you don't want to be doing with a torch. Short winter days, by the time you get home on weekdays you only have the torch as an option.)
That's when you realize that all the modern "fixtures" are shit. Even when they cost about $70 a pop, they're designed badly (deliberate, of course). The only conclusion that you can figure is that the plan was based on a crayon drawing by the neighbors' fuckin' retarded kid, I shit you not.
(Not, mind you, that this is all about the lights in this place. Or any place. This is just one small symptom of the fucktardism out there that ends up in housing. Or bikes. Or computers. Or cars. Or whatever.)
Of course, these prior yuppie owners - despite the hubby being a fuckin' builder - use the most crappily expensive shit out there and put it together in the most jackleg manner, that taking things apart and replacing them is hours of work.
Literally, about 3 hours going back'n'forth. 'Cause they did bright shit like putting wood-screws directly into gib board (Americans call it drywall) which you can damn near piss through and left it hanging on a prayer, some of the screws stuck in with some kinda glue, et-fucking-cetera. Couple that with fucked designs of fixtures, to go with other fucked-up shit that morons do to "fix" things, everything is on a par know-what-I-mean.
This shit is endemic.
It's like the i-stop in certain cars (no, Apple didn't put a car out - Mazda). The stated purpose is to "save you petrol/money" by turning off your engine when you're stopped at the sign/light - you're saving the environment too, yippee whee skip. Reality is that you can idle your car for a couple hours on a liter of gas, so unless you're sitting in a goddamn traffic-jam you aren't actually saving fuck-all.
In a traffic jam - you got fingers to turn keys, don'tcha?
If the battery gets a little bit flat (which it does with all the stop-start bullshit) then the i-stop doesn't actually turn the engine off, because if it did then your car would be dead until you got a jump-start. BTW, from experience it takes about 8-10 stop-starts to where the battery is borderline and it leaves the engine running to keep the battery topped up. IE about 10 blocks in the city.
This's just more superficially-useful yet actually sub-standard electronic junk that can break, thank you very fucking much.
So this is all on the par with electric cars and the like - bullshit that nobody wants, dumb marketing to make it sound good, and the retards who "learn" about this get all smug about it as they drive their yuppie shitbox around. They're about a millionth of a hair above people who watch infomercials, same shit different day.
At least the infomercial people don't generally bullshit themselves. They know it's garbage.
Lipstick on a pig. Might look good, still a goddamn pig. A helluva lot of people do this to themselves, with everything in their lives, with everything that they do, voluntarily.
Muy estupido.
So I live in a house that was built in the sixties. Solid concrete basement area, tanalized hardwood frame, brick exterior, solid wood floors, etc. Roof was replaced 10-odd years ago.
Of course, being the sixties, no insulation. (Good thing too - in the day it was asbestos and getting that out of the walls basically means tearing the entire house down.) Had to get that in the roof and floor, and you can't get it in the walls easily - requires gutting the whole house, stuffing the walls, and re-paneling. Got a heat pump installed too, still has a functional fireplace.
This is all standard maintenance/upkeep/modernizing that you have to do over the years. For a 50+ year old place it's actually pretty damn good.
Unfortunately this is where the yuppies come in...
Last owner was a builder. Most jackleg sonofabitch that I've ever had the misfortune to fix up after. The shit he screwed up is unbelievable. Not big, big stuff - no - small, stupid, niggling stuff.
The kind of stuff that nobody in their right mind would screw up. Let alone a builder.
Stuff that is, in aggregate, bloody expensive to sort out. Death of a thousand cuts type of expensive.
Example. Over time, the light fixtures break. Usual stuff. They get replaced. If you can't find something that works, you might save up a thou and then get the whole lot replaced with the same (more modern) type. Assuming that you give a damn, which I don't particularly.
Not this fucker and his ho.
They went through and replaced about 2/3rds of things, with such a mishmash of shit...recessed, spotlight, fixture, strip...which results in a heck of a lot of inconvenience. The biggest one is having to keep four different types of lightbulbs on hand.
See, in NZ we have a standard lightbulb and socket that is bayonet type. They're actually quite a pain in the ass, the spring-loading takes some force to replace bulbs, so you can bust the bulbs as you put them in and take them out. (Not something that you want to do with the "eco-friendly" flouro bulbs - when it happens, clean up immediately.)
Modern "fixtures" generally have screw-bulbs. Very convenient, especially for older folks like my parents. *BUT* you can't get these to replace the standard bayonet socket. Very inconvenient.
Then of course, there's various dickwad multi-lamp spotlight things out there. Yet a third bulb to have on hand...
...the stupid fluoro strip over the bathroom handbasin...
...modern LED fuckin' fixtures that you can't replace the fuckin' LED, you have to replace the entire fuckin' fixture...
...and pretty soon you have a shelf that's half-filled with bulbs of various types, just so you have one of everything that you're gonna be needing at short notice.
One day, you just might get the urge to say "fuck it" and go toddle off to get some kind of fixture that fits the general decor of a 50yo house, because you're getting sick of not having the right kind of bulb when one rather "unique" light fixture goes. (It's inevitable and a fiddly pain in the ass to replace. Literally a half-hour of playing around, which you don't want to be doing with a torch. Short winter days, by the time you get home on weekdays you only have the torch as an option.)
That's when you realize that all the modern "fixtures" are shit. Even when they cost about $70 a pop, they're designed badly (deliberate, of course). The only conclusion that you can figure is that the plan was based on a crayon drawing by the neighbors' fuckin' retarded kid, I shit you not.
(Not, mind you, that this is all about the lights in this place. Or any place. This is just one small symptom of the fucktardism out there that ends up in housing. Or bikes. Or computers. Or cars. Or whatever.)
Of course, these prior yuppie owners - despite the hubby being a fuckin' builder - use the most crappily expensive shit out there and put it together in the most jackleg manner, that taking things apart and replacing them is hours of work.
Literally, about 3 hours going back'n'forth. 'Cause they did bright shit like putting wood-screws directly into gib board (Americans call it drywall) which you can damn near piss through and left it hanging on a prayer, some of the screws stuck in with some kinda glue, et-fucking-cetera. Couple that with fucked designs of fixtures, to go with other fucked-up shit that morons do to "fix" things, everything is on a par know-what-I-mean.
This shit is endemic.
It's like the i-stop in certain cars (no, Apple didn't put a car out - Mazda). The stated purpose is to "save you petrol/money" by turning off your engine when you're stopped at the sign/light - you're saving the environment too, yippee whee skip. Reality is that you can idle your car for a couple hours on a liter of gas, so unless you're sitting in a goddamn traffic-jam you aren't actually saving fuck-all.
In a traffic jam - you got fingers to turn keys, don'tcha?
If the battery gets a little bit flat (which it does with all the stop-start bullshit) then the i-stop doesn't actually turn the engine off, because if it did then your car would be dead until you got a jump-start. BTW, from experience it takes about 8-10 stop-starts to where the battery is borderline and it leaves the engine running to keep the battery topped up. IE about 10 blocks in the city.
This's just more superficially-useful yet actually sub-standard electronic junk that can break, thank you very fucking much.
So this is all on the par with electric cars and the like - bullshit that nobody wants, dumb marketing to make it sound good, and the retards who "learn" about this get all smug about it as they drive their yuppie shitbox around. They're about a millionth of a hair above people who watch infomercials, same shit different day.
At least the infomercial people don't generally bullshit themselves. They know it's garbage.
Lipstick on a pig. Might look good, still a goddamn pig. A helluva lot of people do this to themselves, with everything in their lives, with everything that they do, voluntarily.
Muy estupido.
Sunday, 16 July 2017
Yuppies Are So Stupid
Good ole AFoR takes down a set of yuppies who tried a combination of virtue-signalling and "we're better than you" on him:
I got curious and looked up the Nissan Leaf, then had a yack to a couple of friends. One of them had looked at it and said his wife couldn't get over the "range anxiety". She was afraid she'd forget to plug it in. I told him that that isn't range anxiety, it's a shit refueling rate. When I can go 800km on a tank of gas, refuel in 10 minutes, and go another 800km - plus carry gas in a jerrycan if I get stuck in the wop-wops of New Zealand - range means squat. Refueling is key.
Any rate.
As AFoR states, with a 24kwh battery-pack, that's 240 volts at 10 amps for 10 hours to charge it up (that's at 2.4kwh per hour). Remember the syringe filling your tank at 6cc a minute, above - that syringe is faster than this dogs-breakfast charges.
I then looked at the fast-charge option: 4.4kwh per hour and will supposedly charge up to 80% of full within 30 minutes (note that fast-charge systems tend to fuck the batteries). I ran that past my mate above and he said the numbers don't seem to add up. Given he's an electrician on hydroelectric dams, he ought to be able to get his head around the numbers better than I can.
There's some bullshit there.
Next look at the price for these things in New Zealand: $40k brand-new (which you can't get any more because they stopped selling them). At that price, I'm not surprised. For $40k you buy a "car" with an absolute maximum range of 120km, that you have to charge nightly for 8+ hours. It's basically limited to driving around town (60km out and 60km back).
That same $40k will buy a fuck-ton of bus tickets. Or uber rides. Or standard taxi rides.
Hell, you can buy a $2k junker - spend $5k on fixing the worst problems with it - and the remaining $33k will keep you in gasoline and tyres and servicing for the next 8-10 years. Better, you don't have to come up with $40k cash or be going into "finance" debt to buy the fucker.
Real bonus, you can go anywhere in the fucking country with it. You're not stuck to town.
Imagine: You go on a day-trip. You get 100km from home then have to charge up for 10 hours while you enjoy walking around wherever you've arrived. Then you drive another 100km back home, to charge up overnight for the morning. Hope your parents don't call because one of them's suddenly gone into hospital. You ain't goin' nowhere.
Tesla? The starting price is $120+k.
For even more fun, imagine what it takes to recharge these things. Everywhere you go, you need to plug it in. If every car on the road is electric, that means that every car park on the side of the road in towns and shopping centers and motels and etc has to have an individual charging station. They, plus the electric equivalent of a petrol station, will have a massive powerline coming in.
The people making these charging stations will be creaming themselves with joy at the thought of so much cash and upkeep and replacement and etc. Even more joy for them, because every electric car is different. Different connectors, different voltages, different rates, different capacity, different-different-different.
Power-cut? You're fucked.
This is where you realize that only dumbass yuppies and fucktards with lots of cash buy this type of shit. It's their personal status-symbol, virtue-signalling, I'm better than you mentality.
Diesel and petrol will be around for a long, long time.
This is shades of Brett Stevens of Amerika writ large: sodomize the weak. Including the weak-minded. Which Tesla and Nissan are doing very well, thank you very fucking much. Keep it up boys, these morons desperately need and deserve it.
They're actually gasping for it.
AFoR is actually quite a nice guy. He explained it to these fucktards, rather than let them trip merrily along on their juvenile way.
My 20yo junker? I can go 800km, refuel, do another 800km, refuel again from a jerrycan in the trunk, and camp out and watch the night sky, shooting-stars, fire on the beach, etc. All in one day. Or just do one 800km stretch, stopping various places to enjoy the sights - mountains, beach, forests, peat swamps, museums, etc.
Go up 90-mile beach, spend the night up Cape Reinga. Putz around all the bays on the way up and down. Take in Bay of Islands. Good shit like that.
When the weather gets better, I'll take a week or two off with my camera and head down to Whirinaki Forest and do the waterfall loop track. The Pinnacles in Coromandel. Lake Tekapo in Canterbury has awesome clear skies and glacial melt-water. Opal Beach, Milford Sound, Fiordland National Park, and similar places are all on my bucket-list of things to do.
Living life to the full. Not one driblet at a time.
So, I’m talking to these people, and a couple of them are from schenzen or however you spell it in china, BTW *the* place to go if you want to see hybrid electric vehicles and infrastructure to support the same.
The phrase “range anxiety” crops up again and again, “FUCKING BULL FUCKING SHIT!!!” is my response.
Range anxiety is something I had back in the seventies riding a fucking hardtail chopper with a 1.2 gallon peanut gas tank with no reserve on a sunday when most of the gas stations were shut and the *next* one was 60 miles away.. so I carried an extra can of gas.
NOBODY today has range anxiety about an electric vehicle, it is 100% a complete total fabricated bullshit marketing lie.
EVERYONE has refuelling anxiety, a regular car can be refuelled from empty to full in 5 minutes, an effective power transfer rate of megawatt/hours per minute, take your regular fuel pumps away and replace them with gravity fed tanks with no more than 10 cm of head and use a fucking drinking straw to transfer the fuel and lo and behold you have duplicated the electric car problem, it takes fucking HOURS to refuel.
Like, suddenly all the petrol and diesel car drivers will be whining about “range anxiety” and not the fuckin stupid refuelling system that refuels at a rate of centilitres per minuteMore like trying to fill your petrol tank with a syringe that holds 1cc, over and over as fast as you can (something like 6cc a minute). Trying to put 1 liter into the tank at that rate will take slightly under 3 hours.
I got curious and looked up the Nissan Leaf, then had a yack to a couple of friends. One of them had looked at it and said his wife couldn't get over the "range anxiety". She was afraid she'd forget to plug it in. I told him that that isn't range anxiety, it's a shit refueling rate. When I can go 800km on a tank of gas, refuel in 10 minutes, and go another 800km - plus carry gas in a jerrycan if I get stuck in the wop-wops of New Zealand - range means squat. Refueling is key.
Any rate.
As AFoR states, with a 24kwh battery-pack, that's 240 volts at 10 amps for 10 hours to charge it up (that's at 2.4kwh per hour). Remember the syringe filling your tank at 6cc a minute, above - that syringe is faster than this dogs-breakfast charges.
I then looked at the fast-charge option: 4.4kwh per hour and will supposedly charge up to 80% of full within 30 minutes (note that fast-charge systems tend to fuck the batteries). I ran that past my mate above and he said the numbers don't seem to add up. Given he's an electrician on hydroelectric dams, he ought to be able to get his head around the numbers better than I can.
There's some bullshit there.
Next look at the price for these things in New Zealand: $40k brand-new (which you can't get any more because they stopped selling them). At that price, I'm not surprised. For $40k you buy a "car" with an absolute maximum range of 120km, that you have to charge nightly for 8+ hours. It's basically limited to driving around town (60km out and 60km back).
That same $40k will buy a fuck-ton of bus tickets. Or uber rides. Or standard taxi rides.
Hell, you can buy a $2k junker - spend $5k on fixing the worst problems with it - and the remaining $33k will keep you in gasoline and tyres and servicing for the next 8-10 years. Better, you don't have to come up with $40k cash or be going into "finance" debt to buy the fucker.
Real bonus, you can go anywhere in the fucking country with it. You're not stuck to town.
Imagine: You go on a day-trip. You get 100km from home then have to charge up for 10 hours while you enjoy walking around wherever you've arrived. Then you drive another 100km back home, to charge up overnight for the morning. Hope your parents don't call because one of them's suddenly gone into hospital. You ain't goin' nowhere.
Tesla? The starting price is $120+k.
For even more fun, imagine what it takes to recharge these things. Everywhere you go, you need to plug it in. If every car on the road is electric, that means that every car park on the side of the road in towns and shopping centers and motels and etc has to have an individual charging station. They, plus the electric equivalent of a petrol station, will have a massive powerline coming in.
The people making these charging stations will be creaming themselves with joy at the thought of so much cash and upkeep and replacement and etc. Even more joy for them, because every electric car is different. Different connectors, different voltages, different rates, different capacity, different-different-different.
Power-cut? You're fucked.
Diesel and petrol will be around for a long, long time.
This is shades of Brett Stevens of Amerika writ large: sodomize the weak. Including the weak-minded. Which Tesla and Nissan are doing very well, thank you very fucking much. Keep it up boys, these morons desperately need and deserve it.
They're actually gasping for it.
AFoR is actually quite a nice guy. He explained it to these fucktards, rather than let them trip merrily along on their juvenile way.
My 20yo junker? I can go 800km, refuel, do another 800km, refuel again from a jerrycan in the trunk, and camp out and watch the night sky, shooting-stars, fire on the beach, etc. All in one day. Or just do one 800km stretch, stopping various places to enjoy the sights - mountains, beach, forests, peat swamps, museums, etc.
Go up 90-mile beach, spend the night up Cape Reinga. Putz around all the bays on the way up and down. Take in Bay of Islands. Good shit like that.
When the weather gets better, I'll take a week or two off with my camera and head down to Whirinaki Forest and do the waterfall loop track. The Pinnacles in Coromandel. Lake Tekapo in Canterbury has awesome clear skies and glacial melt-water. Opal Beach, Milford Sound, Fiordland National Park, and similar places are all on my bucket-list of things to do.
Living life to the full. Not one driblet at a time.
Friday, 28 April 2017
Consensual Suicide
In the same vein as an earlier post, I basically think that Leftism has dragged Western civilization into the full-on drama-throes of a mutual suicide-pact.
What else can you think of a group who are very overtly hell-bent-for-leather on importing every piece of scum that they can? Scum who have 100% proved that they are very happy to steal everything in sight, smash everything in sight, rape everything in sight (including animals and dead bodies), and then laugh in your face and tell you that you can't do anything about it?
Here's the map for Germany. Of course, it's bad form to point this out to the retards.
Of course, if we point this out to the suicidal who are doing this - we get screamed at, spat on, hated with a frothing and dribbling insane rage that is flat-out astounding to the sane.
The thing is, a large proportion of the West wants to die.
They want to go over the edge into extinction.
Modern life is so astoundingly meaningless and empty (yay I haz a new handbag! pathetic) that these people have checked out to the point just short of overtly cutting their own throats.
So now the rest of us are stuck watching them throwing themselves over a cliff like a bunch of lemmings, and frantically hanging on to something so that we're not dragged along with the tide.
Hold on tight. Perhaps we can ride the insanity out, let them extinguish themselves, and keep something of worth alive.
What else can you think of a group who are very overtly hell-bent-for-leather on importing every piece of scum that they can? Scum who have 100% proved that they are very happy to steal everything in sight, smash everything in sight, rape everything in sight (including animals and dead bodies), and then laugh in your face and tell you that you can't do anything about it?
Here's the map for Germany. Of course, it's bad form to point this out to the retards.
Of course, if we point this out to the suicidal who are doing this - we get screamed at, spat on, hated with a frothing and dribbling insane rage that is flat-out astounding to the sane.
The thing is, a large proportion of the West wants to die.
They want to go over the edge into extinction.
Modern life is so astoundingly meaningless and empty (yay I haz a new handbag! pathetic) that these people have checked out to the point just short of overtly cutting their own throats.
So now the rest of us are stuck watching them throwing themselves over a cliff like a bunch of lemmings, and frantically hanging on to something so that we're not dragged along with the tide.
Hold on tight. Perhaps we can ride the insanity out, let them extinguish themselves, and keep something of worth alive.
Tuesday, 25 April 2017
Plumbing
I've always been somewhat torn between amusement and facepalm groaning at the complete fucking stupidity of all the people who buy into the LGBTQ-whatever and 72 flavors of sexual retardedness that goes on out there these days. Thank you, academia.
Which is funny, because recently I heard of someone who basically screwed up their thesis on LGBTQ-whatever so thoroughly that even academia was seriously thinking of throwing it out. Given how hypersensitive academia is about this, and how they lap up the runny shit of anything dealing with it, you have to basically figure that it was a massive screw-up.
FAIL!
The best part, though, is still the warped thinking about all this that's going on out there. As I believe certain people have stated, there is:
PLUMBING
...vs...
SEXUAL PREFERENCE
So these retards in academia and femicuntism get it 110% wrong when they go on and on about different "sexes". No, it's different sexual preferences.
I think it was Terrence Popp who said something along the lines of: "If you're burned to a crispy crittur in a fire, and they look at the corpse, what do they see? Plumbing: 'This one's a woman, this one's a man.'"
Never mind. The stupidity will not-breed itself out of existence, along with the retarded ones who are easily brainwashed into believing this type of shit.
Both ways, evolution is removing the unfit.
Which is funny, because recently I heard of someone who basically screwed up their thesis on LGBTQ-whatever so thoroughly that even academia was seriously thinking of throwing it out. Given how hypersensitive academia is about this, and how they lap up the runny shit of anything dealing with it, you have to basically figure that it was a massive screw-up.
FAIL!
The best part, though, is still the warped thinking about all this that's going on out there. As I believe certain people have stated, there is:
PLUMBING
...vs...
SEXUAL PREFERENCE
So these retards in academia and femicuntism get it 110% wrong when they go on and on about different "sexes". No, it's different sexual preferences.
I think it was Terrence Popp who said something along the lines of: "If you're burned to a crispy crittur in a fire, and they look at the corpse, what do they see? Plumbing: 'This one's a woman, this one's a man.'"
Never mind. The stupidity will not-breed itself out of existence, along with the retarded ones who are easily brainwashed into believing this type of shit.
Both ways, evolution is removing the unfit.
Sunday, 2 April 2017
Media Going Full Retard About MGTOW
So I've run across this:
First men, now boys, are 'Going Their Own Way'
To which I would reply, but - of course! - you must signin to their site. No thank you. I prefer to remain relatively anonymous.
So I will reply here:
Newsflash.
The real divorce rates out here in the real world:
50% of all marriages fail in the first year.
93.4% of all marriages fail within 10 years.
This is the first marriage. Second, third, etc marriages the statistics are worse.
Source: http://www.statisticbrain.com/marriage-statistics/ - their cited source is the CDC, National Survey of Family Growth. Date for the source of their data: September 1, 2016. You have to look at it and do a little lateral thinking. Because it's not baldly stated as failures - the Statistic Brain people actually state that there is a "6.6% chance that a first marriage will survive 10 years". So you have to think for a moment to realize that if only 6.6% of marriages survive, that means that the remaining 93.4% of marriages will fail. Which these days means it ends in divorce.
There is your effective communication and genuine care for young boys. There is the first bit of information that every child of both sexes should learn. There is your focus on having respect for other human beings. There is the modern version of give and take: the divorced man gives, the divorced woman takes. The lawyers also take. The rest of society prefers to sweep the problem under the carpet.
Nothing happening here, move along, lalala I don't see anything - like the three "wise" monkeys: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
Substitute "painful truth" for "evil" and you have a more accurate rendition of reality. The monkeys are not wise, they are chickenshit.
Telling children that "it’s about learning to communicate effectively and genuine caring" - you are being ironically humorous. It takes only one to detonate a marriage, it takes two working hard to make it work. If one person can destroy it with no immediate repercussions, and the lawyers are happy to help the process along, then the behavior starts to spread. Why not, it's being encouraged.
The teenagers are seeing with their own eyes what happens. They can feel it in their own guts as what should be a loving and warm place of nurturing and growth turns into a battleground. As what should be a loving relationship turns into a painful breakup. They walk out of that, wondering what is going on. What they have been told is lies, what they are being told "should be" is obviously wrong, they have seen or experienced differently. The shell-shocked often turn to criminal activity - research it and report on it honestly, if you dare. (You may lose your job. Three "wise" monkeys.)
Now go away. All of you. Do not come back until you have full knowledge and acknowledgement of the problem and a working solution to this social disease. A solution that will last while humanity exists (millions of years at least, hopefully).News outlets. Full retard at their finest - pap-filled non-solutions about "communication" - no wonder people call them "fake news". All they can spout is the "party line" upon fear of being fired.
Wednesday, 20 July 2016
Bleak and Nasty Realization
It's a pissing-down raining night here in the North Island of New Zealand. A Tuesday night in the middle of winter, to be precise.
I don't mind. I'm sitting here, warm and dry. Been reading...don't feel like sleep yet...am writing...I probably should grab myself a margarita, actually.
Actually...
Mmmm margarita.
I think of all the pathetic girls out there. Down the bars...doing "their thing" in life...Imma strawng, innipendant wimminz! Why can't I find a maaaaaan!
All the squares dress like whores. All the whores dress like squares. You can't tell the difference any more. If there is a fucking difference. Tattoo'd and pierced sluts out the wazoo...fucking nose-rings that look like snot...
Why the fuck are you dressed like a $2 whore and shivering out in the rain and cold and blowing icy winds in the middle of winter? Ya fuckin' dumbass fuckin' sheep.
Too stupid to get her own shit together. Too stupid to build up stuff - like buying a decent bed and some good winter sheets and an electric blanket so she can be toasty warm at night. Running around freezing her tits off, trying to get a man - to keep her warm and cared for, physically and financially and (temporarily) emotionally.
Too fuckin' stupid to realize that the pay-gap is a fuckin' myth, she makes more'n a good number of men do, and she pisses it all away trying to dress up so that she can scam a man outta drinks and the occasional fuck. With maybe the prize of getting preggers (child support!) and frivorce (cash and more prizes!).
I'm reminded of a Tinder whore I ran across a couple days back. She was 19, up on her Tinder profile she had: "I want to marry rich."
Oha. Really rich. I had to laugh. Like a rich man is gonna pick up some 19yo slut off Tinder and marry her LOLOL. Yeah right, she has a better chance of becoming a Dubai Porta Potty. Like he's gonna risk, in the slightest, any chance whatsoever of frivorce or a false rape accusation.
She ain't in his league. She ain't even gonna meet him. Not a fucking hope in hell.
Though I'll give her props for being an honest golddigger - even if a fucking stupid one. She don't have the common-sense and smarts make it this far, by far:
Just another stupid cunt, living in stupid-land, expecting her Prince fucking Charming to come along and woo her and slap a $10+k diamond ring on her fuckin' finger. Though some people are just so desperate, that they'd do it.
I'm bored. Bored outta my fucking tree, when it comes to wimminz.
Do they actually have any interests of their own? I can only remember two woman who did: scrapbooking (she only did it 'cause of the kidlets, making memories and stuff for 'em). Plus some serious fitness fanatic (which I can make a damn good argument is so she could pick up a man).
The rest are all: I'm bored. Entertain me.
No. I'm bored with you lot of morons. I'm gonna go entertain myself, do something that I find interesting and ultimately more personally fulfilling. Plus I'll have something worthwhile left at the end of it. A skill. A piece of artwork. A restored piece of furniture. (One of my fun things is to restore 100yo furniture - my home looks like a bloody antique shop.)
I honestly wonder how the PUA's can handle this female shit. Having to clown around to basically get some dipshits' attention...having to invite her out to do stuff that she might consider interesting...or more accurately: having to entertain the whore so that you can maybe dump a fuck into her.
To hell with it. As always, picking up these lumps of stupid becomes boring after a while. Even fucking them becomes boring. (Then you get the dead-fish and sand-bucket cunt types - yikes!)
Shit on it. I'm'a do my own thing. MGTOW...again, as always. Until I start feeling horny again, though at 50 years old you'd think my fuckin' testosterone would have slowed down by now. Somehow, it hasn't - one day I should look at the statistics for sex for older men, it's probably way higher than society is comfortable admitting.
My photography archive is completed. Right now it's getting transferred from my NAS to a USB3 external drive. I have 4:3:2 copies as backups: a step up from the old 3:2:1 plus I can't be arsed trying to transfer from PC to some dipshit place out in the cloud. Apart from having tracked a hacker back to a compromised server at a cloud-provider, NZ's internet infrastructure is a piece of shite and it'd take a week-plus to finish.
If it wasn't shite weather and short days, I'd be out the back yard pruning the grapevine and dealing to my overgrown garden. (Damn kaikuia.) I've actually got a place that a wimminz would love-love-love to sink her claws into...it's a throwback to the old 50's dreams of family life. She could enjoy its comforts, with her man-slave doing all the work both before and after the frivorce.
Yeah, fuck that. Away from teh wimminz again. MGTOW yet again...a cycle of boredom and horniness. Even though I've done the economics analysis, and a whore is cheaper, I tend to have problems with fucking whores. Just ain't as satisfying.
It's probably an emotional addiction of some sort. I'd best start working on that. At my age, it's not worth it to even partially fuck around with these whores. Especially when you're worth over the half-million mark. Pretty good given that I had about $20-30k left over from my frivorce, about 5 years ago.
In a way, the Tinder whore up there was a wakeup. I realized "holy shit, I'm actually a rich guy". Amusing, given that I'd been basically feeling "poor" for so long. That's what happens when she spends more'n she brings in. Go for 8 years of marriage feeling poor, to suddenly realizing that after 5 years of enjoying yourself after frivorce - you're fuckin' rich.
Actually fuckin' rich.
A wakeup.
The fuckin' paygap is a myth. She fuckin' wastes stuff like it's goin' outta fashion. Pissing it away, expecting - demanding! - some loser male to give her more. His time and his money. So she can piss both of those away too.
And I am actually fuckin' rich, after all that BPD/NPD and being cheated on and frivorce shit. Even after the biz went down the shitter and I became an em-ploy-ee. My brother's done better. He focused on making money.
Some golddigger would love to get her fuckin' claws into me or him, one way or another. Must protect myself better. Him too.
Margarita gone. After midnight. Time to go sleep in a warm and sheltered bed with the electric blanket.
Got to love some of the creature comforts in life. It's what men do: accumulate and build. Enhance our lives in many ways.
Good night, good life, my brothers.
I don't mind. I'm sitting here, warm and dry. Been reading...don't feel like sleep yet...am writing...I probably should grab myself a margarita, actually.
Actually...
Mmmm margarita.
I think of all the pathetic girls out there. Down the bars...doing "their thing" in life...Imma strawng, innipendant wimminz! Why can't I find a maaaaaan!
All the squares dress like whores. All the whores dress like squares. You can't tell the difference any more. If there is a fucking difference. Tattoo'd and pierced sluts out the wazoo...fucking nose-rings that look like snot...
Why the fuck are you dressed like a $2 whore and shivering out in the rain and cold and blowing icy winds in the middle of winter? Ya fuckin' dumbass fuckin' sheep.
Too stupid to get her own shit together. Too stupid to build up stuff - like buying a decent bed and some good winter sheets and an electric blanket so she can be toasty warm at night. Running around freezing her tits off, trying to get a man - to keep her warm and cared for, physically and financially and (temporarily) emotionally.
Too fuckin' stupid to realize that the pay-gap is a fuckin' myth, she makes more'n a good number of men do, and she pisses it all away trying to dress up so that she can scam a man outta drinks and the occasional fuck. With maybe the prize of getting preggers (child support!) and frivorce (cash and more prizes!).
I'm reminded of a Tinder whore I ran across a couple days back. She was 19, up on her Tinder profile she had: "I want to marry rich."
Oha. Really rich. I had to laugh. Like a rich man is gonna pick up some 19yo slut off Tinder and marry her LOLOL. Yeah right, she has a better chance of becoming a Dubai Porta Potty. Like he's gonna risk, in the slightest, any chance whatsoever of frivorce or a false rape accusation.
She ain't in his league. She ain't even gonna meet him. Not a fucking hope in hell.
Though I'll give her props for being an honest golddigger - even if a fucking stupid one. She don't have the common-sense and smarts make it this far, by far:
I'm bored. Bored outta my fucking tree, when it comes to wimminz.
Do they actually have any interests of their own? I can only remember two woman who did: scrapbooking (she only did it 'cause of the kidlets, making memories and stuff for 'em). Plus some serious fitness fanatic (which I can make a damn good argument is so she could pick up a man).
The rest are all: I'm bored. Entertain me.
No. I'm bored with you lot of morons. I'm gonna go entertain myself, do something that I find interesting and ultimately more personally fulfilling. Plus I'll have something worthwhile left at the end of it. A skill. A piece of artwork. A restored piece of furniture. (One of my fun things is to restore 100yo furniture - my home looks like a bloody antique shop.)
I honestly wonder how the PUA's can handle this female shit. Having to clown around to basically get some dipshits' attention...having to invite her out to do stuff that she might consider interesting...or more accurately: having to entertain the whore so that you can maybe dump a fuck into her.
To hell with it. As always, picking up these lumps of stupid becomes boring after a while. Even fucking them becomes boring. (Then you get the dead-fish and sand-bucket cunt types - yikes!)
Shit on it. I'm'a do my own thing. MGTOW...again, as always. Until I start feeling horny again, though at 50 years old you'd think my fuckin' testosterone would have slowed down by now. Somehow, it hasn't - one day I should look at the statistics for sex for older men, it's probably way higher than society is comfortable admitting.
My photography archive is completed. Right now it's getting transferred from my NAS to a USB3 external drive. I have 4:3:2 copies as backups: a step up from the old 3:2:1 plus I can't be arsed trying to transfer from PC to some dipshit place out in the cloud. Apart from having tracked a hacker back to a compromised server at a cloud-provider, NZ's internet infrastructure is a piece of shite and it'd take a week-plus to finish.
If it wasn't shite weather and short days, I'd be out the back yard pruning the grapevine and dealing to my overgrown garden. (Damn kaikuia.) I've actually got a place that a wimminz would love-love-love to sink her claws into...it's a throwback to the old 50's dreams of family life. She could enjoy its comforts, with her man-slave doing all the work both before and after the frivorce.
Yeah, fuck that. Away from teh wimminz again. MGTOW yet again...a cycle of boredom and horniness. Even though I've done the economics analysis, and a whore is cheaper, I tend to have problems with fucking whores. Just ain't as satisfying.
It's probably an emotional addiction of some sort. I'd best start working on that. At my age, it's not worth it to even partially fuck around with these whores. Especially when you're worth over the half-million mark. Pretty good given that I had about $20-30k left over from my frivorce, about 5 years ago.
In a way, the Tinder whore up there was a wakeup. I realized "holy shit, I'm actually a rich guy". Amusing, given that I'd been basically feeling "poor" for so long. That's what happens when she spends more'n she brings in. Go for 8 years of marriage feeling poor, to suddenly realizing that after 5 years of enjoying yourself after frivorce - you're fuckin' rich.
Actually fuckin' rich.
A wakeup.
The fuckin' paygap is a myth. She fuckin' wastes stuff like it's goin' outta fashion. Pissing it away, expecting - demanding! - some loser male to give her more. His time and his money. So she can piss both of those away too.
And I am actually fuckin' rich, after all that BPD/NPD and being cheated on and frivorce shit. Even after the biz went down the shitter and I became an em-ploy-ee. My brother's done better. He focused on making money.
Some golddigger would love to get her fuckin' claws into me or him, one way or another. Must protect myself better. Him too.
Margarita gone. After midnight. Time to go sleep in a warm and sheltered bed with the electric blanket.
Got to love some of the creature comforts in life. It's what men do: accumulate and build. Enhance our lives in many ways.
Good night, good life, my brothers.
Friday, 1 April 2016
Doubling Down on Fucking Stupidity
As various people have stated across the manosphere: Leftists (and SJW's) always double-down on the fucking stupidity.
Thursday, 3 September 2015
Choose Your Fights Wisely
A lot of people out here in the festering swamps of teh interwebs seem to pick some damn stupid fights at times.
How here's a solid example of a good fight to pick: Vox Day when he got together the Rabid Puppies. Targeted, effective, achieveable, measurable. Plus it stuck the knife into some SJW pricks and twisted, good'n'hard. Good bonus there, watching those little pieces of shit squirm and listening to them squeal. Excellent payoff for all and sundry, whether participating or just watching from the sidelines.
Now here is a rough idea of a bad fight to pick: exchanging internet jabs with a pansy/troll/thing that you just know for shit-damn-sure will absolutely refuse to fuck off and die. No matter what you do, you're never going to be able to finish the job.
So I find myself wondering at times, why people do this. These pointlessly boring internet feuds. It's not like an old-style family feud, where you can punch the sonofabitch in the face or shoot him. You can't nuke the site from orbit. Even if you could and did, this cockroach just comes back.
So why waste the energy and time on a brainless troll? All you're doing is validating the troll. "Wooo, he answered me! I must be important!" Preen, masturbate, etc.
Targeted - yeah I suppose so.
Effective - not at all.
Achievable - hell no!
Measurable - only in its overall banal pointlessness.
When you see two people do this, it comes across as - to use "mainstream manosphere" terminology - a pair of Gamma's engaging in an endless bout of verbal posturing and ego-masturbation. Like women, they attempt to drown the other in a bottomless pile of shit - the one who piles on the most shit "wins".
Though of course, neither can admit to being beaten - the eternal posturing part - so it's always hammer-and-tongs banality, ad infinitum.
Dull. Boring. Pointless. Juvenile.
How here's a solid example of a good fight to pick: Vox Day when he got together the Rabid Puppies. Targeted, effective, achieveable, measurable. Plus it stuck the knife into some SJW pricks and twisted, good'n'hard. Good bonus there, watching those little pieces of shit squirm and listening to them squeal. Excellent payoff for all and sundry, whether participating or just watching from the sidelines.
Now here is a rough idea of a bad fight to pick: exchanging internet jabs with a pansy/troll/thing that you just know for shit-damn-sure will absolutely refuse to fuck off and die. No matter what you do, you're never going to be able to finish the job.
So I find myself wondering at times, why people do this. These pointlessly boring internet feuds. It's not like an old-style family feud, where you can punch the sonofabitch in the face or shoot him. You can't nuke the site from orbit. Even if you could and did, this cockroach just comes back.
So why waste the energy and time on a brainless troll? All you're doing is validating the troll. "Wooo, he answered me! I must be important!" Preen, masturbate, etc.
Targeted - yeah I suppose so.
Effective - not at all.
Achievable - hell no!
Measurable - only in its overall banal pointlessness.
When you see two people do this, it comes across as - to use "mainstream manosphere" terminology - a pair of Gamma's engaging in an endless bout of verbal posturing and ego-masturbation. Like women, they attempt to drown the other in a bottomless pile of shit - the one who piles on the most shit "wins".
Though of course, neither can admit to being beaten - the eternal posturing part - so it's always hammer-and-tongs banality, ad infinitum.
Dull. Boring. Pointless. Juvenile.
Sunday, 30 August 2015
De-Facto Slavery
Every word spoken by modern women is an insanity of contraditions.
"I'm a strong, independent woman! Where's my government job?"
Hah!
"I'm a strong, independent woman! Where's my child-support?"
Bwahahah!!
"I'm a strong, independent woman! Where's my alimony?"
Muahahahahah!!!
So brainwashed, so full of fucking horseshit, that they can't admit how insane and stupid they are.
Perhaps it's deliberate. This could be another prime example of female doublethink.
"Keep those bennies coming my way, you stupid little boys!"
As commentor Anonymous put it on my post to Expat And Stay There:
I have to ask, how much of this litany of insanity is coming from us as well? Because at least 50% of men vote to give women more and More and MORE - either because they've been brainwashed or in the hope of gettin' some pussy.
She can opt out of having a kid. Put it up for adoption. Have an abortion. Hell, in New Zealand, even if a child has been put up for adoption - the momma can go find her kid 20 years down the track and say: "Hi, I'm your mommy. Please love me for throwing you away!" Prime whack-job there.
He is stuck with the bill. She says it's his kid, he pays. He catches her in adultery and divorces her, he pays. Not actually his kid (even proven via paternity test), he pays. Some men are so brainwashed that they'll pay out of the goodness of their heart.
Anonymous missed one thing: our society - the world - encourages de-facto slavery.
Never mind, it's only the slavery of men.
---addendum---
Feminist Apocalypse has a new post about the BS that is going down re MGTOW from the snake-oil-salesmen in the Manosphere. I particularly like this part:
Possibly because they're so infected with The Dark Triad, so sociopathic, that everyone is fodder for their greed. (A true Sociopathic Revelation - a beautifully appropriate name.)
"I'm a strong, independent woman! Where's my government job?"
Hah!
"I'm a strong, independent woman! Where's my child-support?"
Bwahahah!!
"I'm a strong, independent woman! Where's my alimony?"
Muahahahahah!!!
So brainwashed, so full of fucking horseshit, that they can't admit how insane and stupid they are.
Perhaps it's deliberate. This could be another prime example of female doublethink.
"Keep those bennies coming my way, you stupid little boys!"
As commentor Anonymous put it on my post to Expat And Stay There:
Yeah, the laws insane. If you're not married then you're married. If you're not the father then you're the father. Thats what de-facto relationships are. De-facto marriage and fatherhood.So turn the snake back upon itself, eat your own tail Ouroboros, look at it again. We men can't admit how stupid we are, for allowing this fucking bullshit to continue.
I have to ask, how much of this litany of insanity is coming from us as well? Because at least 50% of men vote to give women more and More and MORE - either because they've been brainwashed or in the hope of gettin' some pussy.
She can opt out of having a kid. Put it up for adoption. Have an abortion. Hell, in New Zealand, even if a child has been put up for adoption - the momma can go find her kid 20 years down the track and say: "Hi, I'm your mommy. Please love me for throwing you away!" Prime whack-job there.
He is stuck with the bill. She says it's his kid, he pays. He catches her in adultery and divorces her, he pays. Not actually his kid (even proven via paternity test), he pays. Some men are so brainwashed that they'll pay out of the goodness of their heart.
Anonymous missed one thing: our society - the world - encourages de-facto slavery.
Never mind, it's only the slavery of men.
How will the family unit be destroyed?...[T]he demand alone will throw the whole ideology of the family into question, so that women can begin establishing a community of work with each other and we can fight collectively. Women will feel freer to leave their husbands and become economically independent, either through a job or welfare.
Roxanne Dunbar (1969) Female Liberation As The Basis For Social RevolutionWelfare...check. A job...how about the oldest profession in the world? There's plenty of thirsty men ready to wife up a road-whore once she's worn out. Just look around you, at this social desert of totally unsuitable "women", coupled with the "man up and marry those sluts" mantra. A mantra that far too many men are willing to follow, blindly and unthinkingly.
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne put on the red light
Roxanne put on the red light
Roxanne put on the red light
Roxanne put on the red light
Roxanne put on the red light
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I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your makeup
Told you once I won't tell you again
It's a bad way
---addendum---
Feminist Apocalypse has a new post about the BS that is going down re MGTOW from the snake-oil-salesmen in the Manosphere. I particularly like this part:
The most salient point a reader must understand about the barbs thrown at us men is thus: they are rife with hypocrisy from the accuser. It's demonstrative on more than one level, which I will explain further.Utterly right - rife with both hypocrisy and female-style doublethink. I wonder how these "guru's" can sleep at night?
Possibly because they're so infected with The Dark Triad, so sociopathic, that everyone is fodder for their greed. (A true Sociopathic Revelation - a beautifully appropriate name.)
Sunday, 19 July 2015
Quit Being Stupid
Here's the thing: Men fix shit fast. Women look stupidly at it.
When a problem comes up, he looks at it for maybe two seconds - fixes it - then fucks off and does the next thing.
When a problem comes up, she looks at it for maybe fifty years - whines about it - and then wonders where the fuckin' Men are.
It's retarded. It's retarded how these idiot women semi-think/talk/whinge, and - worse! - it's retarded how we Men keep going back to tell the stupid cunt what reality is. Especially when reality is that it's been fixed.
Only to have her think/talk/whinge about it - again, over and over! - plus adding us into the mix of retarded whining. Because it goes in one ear and out the other. There's nothing in between for it to stick to.
I'm done.
More: we're done.
Fuck it.
You go ahead and keep emoting.
It's not about the nail?
Wrong.
It is about the nail. In ad-fucking-nauseum fucking obsessive fucking detail. With fucking commentary, fucking subtext, and a fucking shit-sandwich thrown in on top of it.
Quit being stupid, cunt. We already fixed the problem. You're still obsessing over it, yet it's done, fixed, finished, time to move on.
Not for you though. You don't believe it's fixed - because we fixed it so fast that you didn't notice. So you say we're clueless about it. Whatever "it" might be.
No. We fixed it. You're clueless.
And now, I'm done. We're done. We're all done.
Maybe in a couple thousand years, you'll get a clue. Unlikely though. You're too fucking retarded and bull-headed stupid.
You'll never make any sense. You can't. It's not in you. So we'll leave you to go deal with your drivel and stupidity by your ownself.
When you start asking: "Where did all the Men go? Where are all the good guys?"
The manosphere normally says things like: "You left them back in your teens and twenties."
I've come to realize that this is wrong. Nope. You drove them away. With your moronic stupidity.
We have better things to do now. I'd wish you good luck - but fuck it, you don't deserve good luck.
Because you have always - and will always - keep pissing all good will away.
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When a problem comes up, he looks at it for maybe two seconds - fixes it - then fucks off and does the next thing.
When a problem comes up, she looks at it for maybe fifty years - whines about it - and then wonders where the fuckin' Men are.
It's retarded. It's retarded how these idiot women semi-think/talk/whinge, and - worse! - it's retarded how we Men keep going back to tell the stupid cunt what reality is. Especially when reality is that it's been fixed.
Only to have her think/talk/whinge about it - again, over and over! - plus adding us into the mix of retarded whining. Because it goes in one ear and out the other. There's nothing in between for it to stick to.
I'm done.
More: we're done.
Fuck it.
You go ahead and keep emoting.
Wrong.
It is about the nail. In ad-fucking-nauseum fucking obsessive fucking detail. With fucking commentary, fucking subtext, and a fucking shit-sandwich thrown in on top of it.
Quit being stupid, cunt. We already fixed the problem. You're still obsessing over it, yet it's done, fixed, finished, time to move on.
Not for you though. You don't believe it's fixed - because we fixed it so fast that you didn't notice. So you say we're clueless about it. Whatever "it" might be.
No. We fixed it. You're clueless.
And now, I'm done. We're done. We're all done.
Maybe in a couple thousand years, you'll get a clue. Unlikely though. You're too fucking retarded and bull-headed stupid.
You'll never make any sense. You can't. It's not in you. So we'll leave you to go deal with your drivel and stupidity by your ownself.
When you start asking: "Where did all the Men go? Where are all the good guys?"
The manosphere normally says things like: "You left them back in your teens and twenties."
I've come to realize that this is wrong. Nope. You drove them away. With your moronic stupidity.
We have better things to do now. I'd wish you good luck - but fuck it, you don't deserve good luck.
Because you have always - and will always - keep pissing all good will away.
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Monday, 16 March 2015
Criminal Coders
Normally I bitch about the bullshit that women pull in society. This is slightly different - though it does expose a different kind of poison going on in society.
It looks like the leftoid fucktards are now attempting to teach long-term prison inmates (from San Quentin) how to be coders:
Prison Program Aims to turn Criminals into Coders
I nearly killed myself laughing. Especially at this priceless bit from the article:
It looks like the leftoid fucktards are now attempting to teach long-term prison inmates (from San Quentin) how to be coders:
Prison Program Aims to turn Criminals into Coders
I nearly killed myself laughing. Especially at this priceless bit from the article:
Shawn Drost was recruited by Silicon Valley venture capitalist Chris Redlitz to design the skill-building program to help reduce California's 61 percent recidivism rate.
Redlitz said he is talking to businesses that are ready to hire these people.
"It's a large-demand industry, and to be very frank," Redlitz said, "if you can write great code, people don't care about anything else."
What planet are these dumbass leftist motherfuckers from?
Okay, I can get behind the idea of teaching these guys some new skills. Good on 'em. You gotta try something to keep them out of trouble. Plus, yes, it gives these guys hope that they can have a decent life-and-job when they get out. I'm definitely all for that.
But...computer programming skills? What whacktard thought this one up? Many of the current coding jobs are being outsourced to China, India, and Pakistan - a lot of laid-off coders ended up selling Real Estate after the DotCom shit blew up and before the housing bubble meltdown. They couldn't get jobs later, so they went where there were jobs. (Don't know what the poor bastards are doing now.)
Recently the USofA turned around and put together special H1B Visa quotas. Reason: so that companies in the USofA could hire-and-import overseas computer programmers for a song instead of paying the average $55+k that USA programmers expect. Cheap bunch of motherfuckers.
If these guys get out of prison and get into coding - good on them. I have strong doubts. I suspect that these leftist retards are really going to be training the next lot of cybercriminals.
Fucking clueless leftards.
Monday, 2 March 2015
Disregard Society
You can basically figure that 99+% of society is bullshit.
It's a very simple observation, plain enough if you're willing to actually open your eyes and look at it even semi-cynically. If one person is supposed to act in X-manner and gets crapped on if they try to do something else, while another person is allowed to act in whatever manner they choose without any consequences - there is one hell of an imbalance there.
Especially if Person #2 gets held up as a shining example of wonderfulness, no matter what crap they might happen to do or come out with. Especially if Person #2 gets given the get-out-of-jail-free card "just because" they are Person #2. Especially if Person #1 is expected to support Person #2 no matter what.
Imbalances get taken advantage of. Either deliberately and with thought (often in games, I've done it many times myself - in fact I like to look for the crack where I can insert the crowbar and twist) and sometimes accidentally as opportunity presents itself.
Am I saying that society was set up deliberately this way as some kind of overarching plan? No - I don't believe in that kind of tinfoil hat bullshit. General stupidity and greed is way more likely the culprit than deliberate malice and machinations and some oogie-boogie overall plan. 'Cause in my view people just ain't smart enough overall to come up with a plan to deliberately cause this bullshit to come into being over several generations.
What I do think is that there was some basic opportunism which happened. Things were noted, were enhanced, were built upon, were taken advantage of, etc. One card stacked upon the next, and the next, and the next - until the entire stack is as shaky as hell and just needs a few more cards placed on top in weird-ass places to unbalance things more. Then it'll require only a tiny little tremor to set off the chain-reaction of everything falling-in socially.
So where does this leave us? With a system that is basically broken as-is. I personally think that it's too damn difficult - probably impossible - to try to fix the system to something better ("fairer"? hah!). I don't think that there's a hope in hell of rolling it back to the more original, non-fucked system. Especially when Person #2 has a sub-rosa vested interest in the status-quo, if not fucking it up more. So what can I do about this?
I can say "screw it" and go do my own thing.
I can disregard society as a whole, leave it hanging and swinging in the wind. Eventually it'll kick itself to death. Especially if a whole lot of other disgruntled people look at it, roll their eyes, and say "screw it - I wonder if the fish are biting".
If there's nothing holding it up, it'll fall down of it's own accord. Especially if the more bloody-minded and angry People #1 types give it a couple of departing kicks in the appropriate places on their way to the fishing-hole. Knock out some of the very few remaining props. Suddenly kaboom, smash, thump, and a mess of cards everywhere with loads of People #2 looking around dazed and stupid.
"Hey, what happened?"
"You were stupid damn sheep and broke it. Now do you wanna try something a bit more workable - or would you rather cut your own wrists instead?"
I wouldn't be surprised if a good number of them just slit their own wrists. So many of these stupid damn sheep are too proud and unbending for their own good. (You could say the same for People #1 too - although #1 is generally the powerless screwee where #2 is generally the empowered screwer. All that #1 can realistically manage is to do is do their best to avoid #2 as much as possible.)
Either way the problem gets solved.
It's a very simple observation, plain enough if you're willing to actually open your eyes and look at it even semi-cynically. If one person is supposed to act in X-manner and gets crapped on if they try to do something else, while another person is allowed to act in whatever manner they choose without any consequences - there is one hell of an imbalance there.
Especially if Person #2 gets held up as a shining example of wonderfulness, no matter what crap they might happen to do or come out with. Especially if Person #2 gets given the get-out-of-jail-free card "just because" they are Person #2. Especially if Person #1 is expected to support Person #2 no matter what.
Imbalances get taken advantage of. Either deliberately and with thought (often in games, I've done it many times myself - in fact I like to look for the crack where I can insert the crowbar and twist) and sometimes accidentally as opportunity presents itself.
Am I saying that society was set up deliberately this way as some kind of overarching plan? No - I don't believe in that kind of tinfoil hat bullshit. General stupidity and greed is way more likely the culprit than deliberate malice and machinations and some oogie-boogie overall plan. 'Cause in my view people just ain't smart enough overall to come up with a plan to deliberately cause this bullshit to come into being over several generations.
What I do think is that there was some basic opportunism which happened. Things were noted, were enhanced, were built upon, were taken advantage of, etc. One card stacked upon the next, and the next, and the next - until the entire stack is as shaky as hell and just needs a few more cards placed on top in weird-ass places to unbalance things more. Then it'll require only a tiny little tremor to set off the chain-reaction of everything falling-in socially.
So where does this leave us? With a system that is basically broken as-is. I personally think that it's too damn difficult - probably impossible - to try to fix the system to something better ("fairer"? hah!). I don't think that there's a hope in hell of rolling it back to the more original, non-fucked system. Especially when Person #2 has a sub-rosa vested interest in the status-quo, if not fucking it up more. So what can I do about this?
I can say "screw it" and go do my own thing.
I can disregard society as a whole, leave it hanging and swinging in the wind. Eventually it'll kick itself to death. Especially if a whole lot of other disgruntled people look at it, roll their eyes, and say "screw it - I wonder if the fish are biting".
If there's nothing holding it up, it'll fall down of it's own accord. Especially if the more bloody-minded and angry People #1 types give it a couple of departing kicks in the appropriate places on their way to the fishing-hole. Knock out some of the very few remaining props. Suddenly kaboom, smash, thump, and a mess of cards everywhere with loads of People #2 looking around dazed and stupid.
"Hey, what happened?"
"You were stupid damn sheep and broke it. Now do you wanna try something a bit more workable - or would you rather cut your own wrists instead?"
I wouldn't be surprised if a good number of them just slit their own wrists. So many of these stupid damn sheep are too proud and unbending for their own good. (You could say the same for People #1 too - although #1 is generally the powerless screwee where #2 is generally the empowered screwer. All that #1 can realistically manage is to do is do their best to avoid #2 as much as possible.)
Either way the problem gets solved.
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
All About Her Experiences
I love, love, love FaceCrap for all the attention-whoring that it reveals amongst my woman "intimates". A prime example has cropped crapped up in the last couple of days.
The Eagles are coming in concert to the Vector Arena in Auckland, sometime in March. Which is all cool and shit, 'cause I kinda like the eagles. I grew up with 'em.
Along comes this decent-looking 35+ self-entitled twat splurting out with: "I spent $2,200 to go see him in March!"
I'm raising my eyebrows - really, $2,200 to go see a live performance of The Eagles? What fucking crack have you been smoking? Some of her other male friends seem to be just as incredulous - one commenter asks if she got gold-plated seats and gets to keep them. Oh no - she bought tickets for herself, her mother, and her father. Over $700 apiece (platinum seats - gold, so passé).
Incredible daughter alert indeed! She's also dribbling about this being the 3rd time seeing them live. One of her (female) friends is dribbling about how it's worth every penny (note the female validation from the herd).
Myself, I'm laughing inside. Half a week's wages per ticket for a fairly hefty-working Joe around here. Someone on minimum wage (about $15 an hour) that's a week's wages per ticket. More actually, once das gubermint rips out the taxes. Spent on a concert.
But wait - there's more! She's hoping that she can throw her bra to the stage from her seat.
A few more comments, then she decides: actually she's going to throw her undies! Just need to decide whether they should be clean or worn. Decisions, decisions...so hard...
Yes, like he's going to want to specially pick up your undies and sniff them. "Mmmmm that smells soooo good. Get that cunt up here, I'm gonna ream all her holes seven ways from Sunday."
The best part: I know this chick doesn't make this kind of money. Her hubby, however, makes some decent dough. Her slave-man just spent a couple weeks wages so his slut can take her mommy and daddy to a concert, throw her panties up on stage to the musician that she has the hots for, and (maybe) get some high-status/famous cock crammed into her cunt. At least, in her dreams.
Damn amusing, seeing such cautionary tales for all men coming up in social media. Not even hiding it. Silly, silly cunts.
The Eagles are coming in concert to the Vector Arena in Auckland, sometime in March. Which is all cool and shit, 'cause I kinda like the eagles. I grew up with 'em.
Along comes this decent-looking 35+ self-entitled twat splurting out with: "I spent $2,200 to go see him in March!"
Myself, I'm laughing inside. Half a week's wages per ticket for a fairly hefty-working Joe around here. Someone on minimum wage (about $15 an hour) that's a week's wages per ticket. More actually, once das gubermint rips out the taxes. Spent on a concert.
But wait - there's more! She's hoping that she can throw her bra to the stage from her seat.
The best part: I know this chick doesn't make this kind of money. Her hubby, however, makes some decent dough. Her slave-man just spent a couple weeks wages so his slut can take her mommy and daddy to a concert, throw her panties up on stage to the musician that she has the hots for, and (maybe) get some high-status/famous cock crammed into her cunt. At least, in her dreams.
Damn amusing, seeing such cautionary tales for all men coming up in social media. Not even hiding it. Silly, silly cunts.
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
Sweaty Selfie Time!
Ah the eternal paean of the narcissistic female twat!
So here I am, at the top of a smallish local "mountain" that I've walked up. It's not tall - only about 250m and a reasonably easy climb (about 30 degrees incline). You end up a little sweaty and panting and all, depending on your fitness level. The view of the sea and local town is great.
It's actually quite a nice place, set up with trails and stairs for the public to do exercise and what-have-you. Typically there are joggers, sprinters, rugby people training, all that sort going around and up to the top.
The view is beautiful, I'm up there enjoying it...
...until a twat (like a gaggle only stupider) of four girls comes sprinting up a trail to the top in their skimpy outfits. First thing outta their mouths at the top: "It's sweaty selfie time!"
Cue provocative poses, pouting, giggling, koo...koo...koooo... (insert extra dribbling and drooling until you get the general idea of their inane mentality)
How cute and adorable.
(That's sarcasm by the way. Just in case you feminists reading this "can't get it" through context. I know, it's real hard to convey the "tone" of sarcasm via the inter-web-things. This is my public service especially for you, 'cause it's all about you, you pathetically inane narcissistic cunts.)
After walking down again I decide to walk around. Partway around: brilliant views, ocean waves, clean fresh air -
- and one stupid blond cunt having a smoke while sitting and talking with her boyfriend. I could smell the stink literally over 50m away, before they came into sight around a corner.
The stupidity of women - of people in general - continually astounds me.
What's really surprising that I'm actually surprised any more.
I need to find some really remote locations. Just so I can enjoy them without being bothered by the stupidity of humanity. While I thought that I'd found one locally - a series of waterfalls - once I'd gotten partway I ran across some useless piece of shit's discarded vodka can. Definitely not remote enough.
So here I am, at the top of a smallish local "mountain" that I've walked up. It's not tall - only about 250m and a reasonably easy climb (about 30 degrees incline). You end up a little sweaty and panting and all, depending on your fitness level. The view of the sea and local town is great.
It's actually quite a nice place, set up with trails and stairs for the public to do exercise and what-have-you. Typically there are joggers, sprinters, rugby people training, all that sort going around and up to the top.
The view is beautiful, I'm up there enjoying it...
...until a twat (like a gaggle only stupider) of four girls comes sprinting up a trail to the top in their skimpy outfits. First thing outta their mouths at the top: "It's sweaty selfie time!"
Cue provocative poses, pouting, giggling, koo...koo...koooo... (insert extra dribbling and drooling until you get the general idea of their inane mentality)
How cute and adorable.
(That's sarcasm by the way. Just in case you feminists reading this "can't get it" through context. I know, it's real hard to convey the "tone" of sarcasm via the inter-web-things. This is my public service especially for you, 'cause it's all about you, you pathetically inane narcissistic cunts.)
After walking down again I decide to walk around. Partway around: brilliant views, ocean waves, clean fresh air -
- and one stupid blond cunt having a smoke while sitting and talking with her boyfriend. I could smell the stink literally over 50m away, before they came into sight around a corner.
The stupidity of women - of people in general - continually astounds me.
What's really surprising that I'm actually surprised any more.
I need to find some really remote locations. Just so I can enjoy them without being bothered by the stupidity of humanity. While I thought that I'd found one locally - a series of waterfalls - once I'd gotten partway I ran across some useless piece of shit's discarded vodka can. Definitely not remote enough.
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