No investing into the latin village cycle

Due to the second jug of Sangria on the table, I went for my third round in the gents.

This time the gigglings coming from a table on the way were unmistakable, but I had to.

On my way back I approach the table of five girls, motion one of them to move aside, and sit down.

One miniature brunette, cute cute, one blondie, meat in the right places, another blondie, maybe a four, but wnormous jugs, her friend another blondie, goodlooking but of the "looks like life sucks" types, and a gothic chic, who apparently was not in the group.

I joke about their giggling, they giggle more.

"Are you brazilian?" asks the brunette, the cutie,
"You like brazilians?" I ask
She nods like a girl in the funfare, "Yeees"
"Good. I am not Brazilian"
"Nooo?"
"Nope. So who was that Brazilian that made you don't go back?"
She smiles shyly, the answer is clear.

Blondie guesses me as German, some chats continue on that topic.

The girls are interested  and I like both the cutie and the meatie.

The other blondie wants to go party but the cutie has to wake up before eight next morning, so she says she will go home.

Since the blondie is staying at the cutie, together with meatie, some phone arrangements need to be made for the end of the night, when I get told

"I keep my phone silent because there are guys calling every fifteen minutes"

So, she is either a bicycle, or brainwashed little girl whose education is not my job.

We chat some more, laugh some more, now there is only cutie and meatie on the table.

Since cutie had a birthday the previous week but did not celebrate it "Was studying and went horse riding" (Information that is irrelevant once I get the bicycle vibe. A good bicycle is still a bicycle), and meatie claims she does great cheesecake, something I have a weakness for, we vaguely decide to host a birthday party in my  place, drinks and cheesecake. The date was set to an inconvenient date for me, but  it could work.

The girls decide to go home, cutie lives close to my place. For that, you need to turn right at the main street.

So we say our goodnights, and exchange numbers, and I return to my guys.

"I know the brunette, she likes latinos" says one guy.

This fits my vibe of bicycle. As if one girl goes "I like XXX", if it is not generic like "big men", "small men" etc, she usually turns out to be a groupie.

"I got that vibe anyway" I tell my boy, and we all get up to leave for the next place.

On the main street we turn left, right is towards my home, left is towards the town.

Just fifty meters later I see cutie at the door of a dive bar talking to a guy that I know.

Groupie. Bicycle. Plays sweet. Plays precious. Play in demand. Plays cute, is falling without a chute.

Crazy. Stupid. Stupid. 3. Your thick phonebook does not make you precious

I knew she was immensely interested in me.

It was clear from the shrieking.

So she felt she had to up my interest.

"Yea, I put my phone on silent, can't sleep because of guys calling me every fifteen minutes"

It is time that we teach women that a village cycle does not become a BMW because the cycle said so.



Ok, ok... It is a donkey, not a cycle. Forgive me donkey.

Btw,

I am undecided if I will call this girl soon for a "strike while the iron is hot"; wait for some time, see if she calls, and if not pull the "Hey am flying away for christmas, see you before I go"; or just be the guy who never called.

Crazy. Stupid .Stupid. 2. Your CV does not make my flagpole fly the banners

Petite, cute little thingy.

Just perfect ass. Just perky breasts. The right belly. Cute eyes.

My turn on meter is throbbing in my pants.

"You know, I am a team leader"...

"Yup I know"..

Ok, that was the fifttenth time she told me that.

Five minutes later,

"I am a team leader"

"Huh-hmm", enjoying the package, all my senses working except the hearing one.

I am not your husband, I do not need to feel proud of whatever your accomplishments are, I just am there to ravage you, so you will have a memory from 2011, that you can masturbate to when you close your eyes. And that is your feminine figure and your feminine behavior.

Not your strength, not your independence, I have no interest in intimacy with a Spartan 300. Neither your CV. It is Curriculum Vitae, not Cherry Viagra.

Sadly the team came in between me and the leader, and I got cockblocked by other team leaders and the big boss of the leaders.

In anycase,

Had she shut up and just looked at me with those puppy eyes, I would have cocked the cockblockers and given her a memory. It would have helped if she would not be so drunk.

Something I don't do. (most the time)
I don't man up for drunk women.

Something my flagpole does not do.
Rise up to fly the banner when the CV winds blow.

Crazy. Stupid.Stupid. 1. Your biceps dont make me attracted

The world would be a better place without the media giving dating advice to women.

For men, basically do the opposite of what they tell you.

Crazy Stupid Love? Do the first thirty minutes, as the rest of the movie, which basically tells you how meaningless the first thirty minutes is will turn your lovelife into a clusterfuck without love, without any fuck.

How does this translate into women?

The first time I saw her, I noticed her from far away. Long long legs. Very stylish dress. Long brown hair and interesting features.

When I got to know her, the sarcasm and the irony put me off, and that was it.

After that,

"Hiiii"
"Hi."

Then I see her again.

With a cute blondie beside her.

"Hello" I say

And the chat starts.

I get the vibe she is in need of attention. Too bad.

Give her some.  Give her friend some. Tall girl wants more attention, but am off to my friends, not time for dealing with neither irony, nor sarcasm, no matter how much the eyes are looking into mine.

Standing by the dancefloor, she comes to stand beside me, I look around, acknowledge her, say something about the dancefloor, and just continue looking  around.

She pokes me.

I turn.

She has her arm up, flexing the biceps.

A respectable biceps,

"Hmm" I say, turn

She pokes me, now clearly pointing to her biceps,

"'right" I say

she continues poking, in the same time making puppy eyes.

"Russian porridge?" I ask, no she shakes her head

"All natural?" I ask, she shakes yes with her head

"Ok", I turn to the dancefloor.

Yea, was in asshole mode.

She says something and drops the topic.

I was thinking to myself, girl, what you read in the magazines, ahh, what you read in magazines.

A respectable biceps, is a respectable turn off.
A respectable biceps, is for a ladyboy.
A respectable turn on, respectably comes from having the meat in the right places, tits'n'ass.

What's next? Women putting bananas into their pants?

You a lady? Don't say you are picky. Be.

Girl from the gym. The first time I saw her, I enjoyed what I saw, but was doing turkish get ups and did not have the luxury to enjoy the view more, or say hi while trying to balance the kettlebell.

Not blowing my shoulder joint was more important than my eyes undressing some yoga pants.

One night I see her in the bar, I lose her, and then I change places. On my way back, I see her exiting the old bar, so I go up to her,

"Hey, Gymname girl"

We start chatting, she is friendly, and she is my neighbor.

"You are not my type" she says after saying how much she like the way I train, but that I look intimidating, that she is picky, etc, so I simply shrug it off.

I do shrug with a smirk.

But that night ends.

I see her again in the gym for a short chat.

At last, last weekend, we were in the same venue.

I am running on three Glenmorangie 12 years Special Sherry Casket edition, she was running on a whole bottle of cheapass vodka.

Hands all over me,

"I did not want you to see me like this"
smirk
"I like your attitude"
smirk
-Slap on my chest-
smirk
"That is what I mean"
"yup", smirk.

Invites me to dance; I do not want to dance with a girl who is exploring the outer orbits, I send her off.

Like, push her towards the dancefloor, "You look like dancing"

Now, this seems very rude behavior, but this girl will need some heavier stuff.

She finishes her dancing and has apparently lost her friends, she finds me.

"Dude, she looks like into you, eh?" says my friend, one of the very few guys who is molded to be a good wingman;
"And smashed", I reply, while the girl has her hands on my winter cushioned sixpack.

If I remember right, I send her again away when she says
"I should look for my friends" translation: Grab me and ravage me
"Yea, you should."

I said that because I saw an old friend who I wanted to talk to. Gorgeous girl, good person.

So I go to this friend, as usual a warm conversation,

Ten minutes into the conversation, I see
While I am talking to a gorgeous friend of mine,

Ten minutes after the girl went looking for her friends, I spot her french kissing with some neo-hipster  who was not in her friends group.

Fine for me, as I would not be taking this smashed girl home anyway (a very important rule that I broke the next weekend) , she was free to do what she wanted.

But, she would not be heard using I am picky again.

I talked to her again in the gym, and she played hard to get, to which I just casually resumed by stretching, which pretty much consisted of looking like a frog taking a nap on the yoga mat.

As it is, the value of a woman's sexuality is dictated by her behavior, yes, past, and present, and predicted future, and as a femifist, I respect women's choices. Utterly,  totally, with unwavering hardness.

She will use it again,

"I am picky"
Ok, shrug. Treat like another pressure release valve.

Smelly Media: When facts are racist

President Halonen: Racism will not remove injustice

Forgive me for not understanding the title. I do presume there is something lost in translation here.

President Tarja Halonen says the increased incidence of racist comments in Finland is a symptom of the dark side of worldwide globalisation.

Which, of course is the fault of the western people?

What about coming out with the historical tested and tried true fact for eons:

"Diversity and proximity equals war" ??

Ok, so if globalisation has a dark side as racism, does racism come out of nothing, or does globalization force something on normal people so they turn racist?

Or race realist?

Maybe self defensist? (I know the word does not exist)

Would the dark side of globalisation be weakened if the borders were tightened? Ooops. That is racist. Näää... It is borderist. discriminating between the borders.

If racism is a symptom of a dark side, what is the cause? What is the dark side?

What if talking about the dark side is now branded racism?

Speaking on the Arto Nyberg interview programme on Sunday, she said intolerance grew from unjust experiences that racism could not solve. The President reminded Finns that the language and practice of intolerance fed unwanted phenomena. But she noted this was a problem facing many nations such as France, Holland the United States, for example.

Unwanted phenomena: Immigrant family living in the center of town in a 150 square meter apartment, (min 1500 euros rent), father jobless, mother busy popping future geniuses (4 kids), getting 1500 euros in direct welfare support, besides other benefits. 

Unwanted phenomena: Rape statistics.

Definitely a problem of language.

A language, that has eliminated the word: No.

And the problem facing many nations as she mentions is not the racism of the indigenous people, it is the cause of this race based rhetoric.

What?

Will we blame the swedish and norwegian immigrant rape epidemic on the swedish and norwegian girls because they are not sexing enough the insatiable testosterone riddled macho mutants?

Will we blame the reporters for reporting it? (yes, they are blamed)

She called on opinion makers such as journalists, politicians, the clergy and teachers to break the chain of hate speech.

What if logical discourse nowadays is called hate speech?

We can just go and close all the (non-mainstream) media outlets and schools directly.

As any non-elite person with two braincells left intact will look around when walking on the street and open his mouth.

Anything that comes out will qualify to be "racist".

Are the words the problem or the reason for the words?

Will eliminating "hate speech" eliminate the growing problem that is on its way towards extensive damage at best?

Here is a public announcement that the president should make:

"We do not accept that people living in our borders do not respect Finnish traditions and basic human rights. Christmas carols will not be silenced, and honor violence will not be tolerated. Any person thinking otherwise, acting otherwise will be deported"

Just this weekend walking in the streets with four other guys I encountered racism.

Some skinheads walking by muttered "Fucking Afghanis".

And?

Nothing and. They continued, we continued. A group consisting of five different nationalities we could care less.

And here is an example of an oppressed class that has racism bestowed upon it:

"Girl dates Finn. Girl is beaten. Finn is beaten". And this is the problem of the Finn, not the problem of the intolerant racist sexist bigot of a family?

See the problem?

You do.

Elites tell us we are the problem.

At this point breaking the hate speech is impossible as the cancer of multi culti has taken over the society and the painful moans of the patient have been branded hate speech.

Heck, at this point, the society choosing to commit euthanasia would be called racist; racist against the cancer of multi culti. Yea. A society that committed suicide because it is racist.

Sounds far off?

Look at Sweden.

Sacrificing its girls for the horn god of diversity.

“Everyone should share responsibility as this was not an issue that could be delegated to others even via the ballot box,” she observed.

A Finns (Westerner's) first duty is to his children. Not to the dysfunctional imports of dysfunctional families from dysfunctional cultures.

When trying to leave a livable country for your grandchildren to grow in is called racism....

Smelly Media: Why the church has turned into a joke, Exhibit 6969: Bending over

Before I will be accused of not liking gays, I have nothing against gays, as long as they keep their private life out of my face, and their hands away from me.

Missionary organizations to lose funding over views on homosexuals

You see, the west is a free culture, the EU is a free collection of countries,

Free, as long as you parrot the party line of sodomy, vibrancy, enrichment, cultural and demographic suicide, and unending guilt for crimes not worse than other culture's.

In this free land, the anointed will decide what is acceptable and use other people's moneys to dictate these enlightened views.

The Parish Union of Helsinki is planning to end financial support to three missionary organisations due to their negative attitudes towards the ordination of women and sexual minorities.

Oh oh oh...
The ladies have been offended.
The ass pirates have also been offended.
We must do something.
Out of hundreds of organisations, one organisation does not bend over backwards to please the gay minority (1%?) and the female minority (52%...????) and that has to be punished.
It is not like these parishes are running around shouting "stone the gays"; "drown the women" etc.. No, they just hold views that they do not want these groups in high positions in their organizations.
Punish the heretic.
How can they defile the Gods of Progression, The Goddesses of Tolerance?

The Parish Union annually gives three percent of its tax revenue—some three million euros—to foreign aid. The money is channelled through several missionary organisations and Finn Church Aid, which carries out humanitarian work.

Actually the news is not clear. They are talking about the church tax, from which one can opt out, but also lose right to church services.
At this point, it is the sensible thing, as soon the church possibly will order its male members to drink gay pxxx instead of red wine, and eat female sxxx instead of that holy bread.
Can't offend them, the LGBT saints,  you see.
Wonder how many church members actually want to have gay priests,
"And Jeeeeesuuuuuussss... Boy you look good.... Why the cloth?  Halllelluuujjaaaa"
Female priests:
"No sermon today. Got PMS"
Or a lesbian priest:
"Jesus was a pig. Men are pigs. God is a transgender. Mary was a lesbian"
Ah well...
I guess soon we shall outlaw
"In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit"
As it is offensive.

Following heated public debate on the church's attitude towards homosexuals, the Parish Union took a more critical look at its partner organisations.

I can now hear some discussion about what to do with the cross...

(The following is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, used language and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons or objects, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, yada yada yada)

"It's mine"
"No mine!"
"You can't even fit it in"
"I got vaseline"
Third person coming in:
"Screw the cross.. I got the marble snake, gimme some of that vaseline", oops, out pops an apple.



In other news:

The feminazis have already been furious that Jesus is depicted as a man. His actual name was Destinee.

Btw,

The "Church has turned into a  joke, Exhibit 1" is their turning their backs on the traditional family.That was the point when the church lost its way.