Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Why rejection means nothing, Episode 667

I have written about this before and I will write about this before. It is the main point which can make a man live in Kitten Heaven, or live in Horny Hell.

If you are not in the position where women are falling into your lap, you have to approach. You have to put yourself out there, you have to be on your best, and if the Kittens are too shy to say Hi, you will. A man takes what he wants, and the Kitten respects a man who takes what he wants.

Of course what you Little Tigers don't know is that if you put yourself in the line of fire, that also gives you the right to leave the Kitten after you played with it. Hello Kitty, Mutual satisfaction, Bye Kitty.

But what you Little Tigers also don't know is that rejection does not matter.

Not a bit.

She is not rejecting you, she is rejecting some image she has in your head about you. Can you learn from rejection? Of course. Do you fret on rejection? Unless you got rejected -insert some arbitrary number, I like 10- times in a row, no. If you are running a full streak of rejection of ten times then, go back and study what you did. Even then, do you fret on it?

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One is a blondie, in a white dress, one is a brunette in a black dress.

Two pretentious girls, trying hard to speak the London accent, and failing. Damn cute tho.

After some chat, thos convo happens:

"So she is the black swan and you are the white swan?"
"Nooo. It is not like that." she says, for some reason annoyed.
"What, she is the good one and you the evil?"
"No. Not like that."... yea, whatever
"Hey I was guessing"
"Yea, you guessed wrong."
"Even the best of us make mistakes, eh.."
"Yea, bad guess."

She turns around and takes her friend and leaves.

I got rejected.

Yea..

With that behavior, that would be a blessing.

See, rejection does not matter.

It either teaches, or it filters.

In either case, it is the way you have to risk walking. No risk, no bam bam.

Do I learn? No.

The next night, we bump into the same girls.

After she blabbered some useless personal story to me she whispers in my ear,

"Would be nice to see you again", to which I smirk and lift a brow. This time the brunette wants to go to toilet so they leave.

The same girl, fifteen minutes later, brushes me off in front of her friends.

The girl who just told me "Would be nice to see you again"....

 Rejected, yes, but now I know,

1. It was not me.
2. I will see her when she does not have to pretend difficult in front of her girls
3. Pump and dump

But point 1. stays true for many many times.

The next day I recount the story to a friend of mine, he says, "Dude, these girls are crazy. So many times the girl was looking at me like she wants to eat me, then I go say hi, and she acts like I jut pulled a gun out"

"Dunno 'bout here, but just read that in the states, one quarter of women our age are taking prescription mental medicine. And those are the diagnosed ones."

"Look, whatever problem the states women have, the same problem these women have. Add to it the cold and the dark, I say half these are crazy"

Coming from a man who wore out shoes being around the blocks.

Crazy does what crazy does, you, my friend, NEXT, sail upon new stories, new loves, new memories, through the seas that may have rejections as little waves, on roads that have rejection as little bumps.

You want a lubed up dick shining in the dark, or you want it to fall off?

Risk it. Live it. Embrace it. Fuck it. 
 
----

Same night, another girl,

She has shining eyes in the dark bar. We have been talking for some minutes, and I cannot take my eyes off those shining eyes.

It is the first time I see eyes that seem to have light inside them, so I tell her. 

Of course she thinks it is a cheap compliment,

Do I care,

No.

We continue chatting, she excuses herself to find her friends who she mentioned before, but,

"Will I see you again tonight?" she says, I smile.

Fifteen minutes later she arrives with a stud in tow, girl looking at me and smiling, all puppy eyes...

Rejected?

Not really. Apparently bigger, better, more enthusiastic man came along.

Do I care?

No.

We'll meet again, and then she will get to hear "Hey, you had a bad day? You shine is gone"...

Cheap but effective.

----

Same night. Another girl.

Jumps on me when she sees me.

Old acquaintance. Halfway drunk.

Not drunk enough for me to eject myself from the situation.

Great interaction going on, good fun. Then her friends take her to the bar.

She returns wasted.

This means I will put in a half assed effort.

Half assed effort I put in.

At the end of the night she left the other way, I went the other way.

"Can I take your invitation some other day" was the last words she said.

Another rejection?

Nope.

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Now, are these rejections?

Not really. These are events that happen a thousand steps into the first "Hi".

But these are the stories that you remember.

To get to these stories, you have to risk rejection, and rejections, except a memorable few, will be forgotten by you the second the next cutie smiles at you and brushes her hair against your stubbled chin.

That is why rejections don't matter.

What you will not remember will not matter.

Risking rejection is the way to getting memories, the road to mutual pleasure runs through you risking rejection.

A risk whose worst result has a duration till the next cute smile. 

A risk, that, if you don't risk it, will cause your dick to fall off from disuse.

A risk, that if you risk it, in worst case is one step closer to that cute smile.

----

Here is another story of an adventure that left me with a week of blue balls.

A party that I was in.

Girl invites me to dance in the hot tub, girl has a legendary ass, and has the move like a snake to a flute, I reject the hot tub. It has been full of drunk party people for the last eight hours.

But I tell her I will dance in the sauna.

In between ten people, she gets out of the hot tub, takes my hand, and takes me to the sauna.

Some fight breaks out between the party people. I say fuck it, I leave the girl in the sauna.

She comes out to the garden, I go back to the sauna, am tipsy and want my peace.

Must have spent an hour in the sauna, drinking and sweating. Take my shower and go sit in the cooling room, playing with my phone. The fight has cooled off, I presume from the lack of noise. I enjoy my condition.

Snake comes in, points towards the sauna, first I am too lazy to get up, then I say, "What the fuck...",  I go to the sauna with the girl.

There is a guy in sauna, so am not going to get wet just to sit in the sauna, just as i am about to turn, she takes off her bra (normal in the sauna), takes off her panties (normal in the sauna), pulls me in to the shower (not normal in the sauna).

Five minutes later, she comes to my magic fingers.

Just then we hear sounds of people entering the dressing room.
Just when I was thinking of her getting me off, the girl gets out of the shower covers herself, cheeks all pink. 

Five minutes of ice cold shower, my dick is hanging low enough that I can leave the shower.

Would she have gotten her orgasm if she would have not risked that rejection?
Nope.
But I would not have gotten my blue balls either.
A story that is worth a week of blue balls, nevertheless.
Just another story.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Amnesty international has no allegiance to western humans

In all seriousness, al almost laughing as I write this.

I wonder what a Finn thought when he read in the newspaper that amnesty international, AI, criticized Finland for inhumane treatment of the asylum seekers; in the same paper that just yesterday alluded to the fact that 30% of the men from the conflict areas are under risk of having untreatable mental conditions. (my previous post)

The same Finn, whose minister wanted to eliminate background checks...

Amnesty mentioned something about the treatment of asylum seekers.

If it really were so bad, would we have Egyptian magazines making a cover of Finland being the welfare paradise to go to? Ah well, evil Finns, even with paradise like welfare, the 5 million people, a mini mini tiny little minority of the world population, can apparently not feed enough mouths...

Where does the allegiance of amnesty international lie?

When two vibrants raped a 15 year old, AI was silent.
When a middle easterner raped a 19 year old, AI was silent.
When churches were being burned with people inside, in Nigeria, AI was silent.
When farmers were butchered by vibrants back in some vibrantland, AI was silent.
When white Zimbabwen farmers were denied asylum and sent back to their sure death, AI was silent.
The rape and assault spree by vibrants in Sweden, AI is silent.
I can continue with thousands more of silent examples.

When an asylum seeker on wait in Oslo rapes a Norwegian girl on the steps of the Norwegian parliament, AI is silent.

That raping piece of oppressed shit cannot be deported due to the laws that Amnesty International lobbied for, and broke silence for, when some criminal piece of  shit was to be deported for proven, usually multiple, crimes.

And this is how we know where AI stands.

Now, the Amnesty International thugs would call me inciting hate against proven criminals...

Already have racist, now we have criminalist?

Discrimination against criminals? Rapists? Murderers?

A'ight; what if the criminal is a westerner, and the victim is a vibrant? As, in a tiny minority of cases?

What trumps what?

Don't know why, am still smiling. It is not frustration. It may be seeing that the multiculti pc establishment is starting to devour itself. It is overreaching. We will be collateral damage in the fallout, but we already are collateral damage.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Are there repercussions on importing untreatable mentally ill immigrants?

Few months ago I had quit my reporting on the stuff that I read in the media, because it was already clear that the media is swimming in treacherous waters to western culture and is a total believer or slave to multiculti diversity, which has never been proven to be beneficial, plenty of times has been observed to be society destroying. That said, for the multiculti diversity crowd, "it feels good" is enough proof, even though you don't see this group hanging around the vibrant crowd.


In the last few weeks, three news pieces came out which give rise to very important questions that need to be asked, and which point to the fact that the current cultural establishment is indeed more invested in betraying the west than it is in benefiting it.

Thus I will shortly touch on these news outlets, ask some questions and let the reader ponder on what I asked, why they are never asked, and what the answers would be or could be.

The quotes I have taken are from the national news broadcaster's english website, from an article that talks about a study about immigrant's mental health.

Researchers interviewed nearly 2,000 Kurdish, Somali and Russian immigrants in six major cities in their native languages. They found many of their mental health problems were neither diagnosed nor treated.

You got to give credit, that is a huge number, so the results from this can easily be generalized.
Wikipedia gives the number of Somali speakers as 14000, and the Kurdish speakers as 8600, in 2011 statistics numbers. considering that the recent news give the number of Somalis in Helsinki as 16000,  I suspect the total is close to 20000, and also the Kurdish to be over 10000 by now. My observations in the town also point to this rise in these populations.  Russians are pretty steady at 60000.

Would have been nicer though to get a better reporting on the break down of the 2000 interviewed.

I will quote the most important part again:

They found many of their mental health problems were neither diagnosed nor treated
This quote does not justice to the brevity of the whole issue though, 

In a broad-based study of nearly 2,000 Somali, Russian and Kurdish immigrants, the health regulator found that Kurds in particular bear deep psychological wounds that Finns may not always know how to treat.
And here I take the most important part:
  
Finns may not always know how to treat.


Part of the rest of the text I quote for sake of correct reporting:

Even preliminary findings showed that mental health problems exist, according Anu Castaneda. In particular the bleak history of Kurds involved in the study has left indelible marks on some individuals.

“For example a majority of them have survived war and more than one-third of Kurdish men have been subjected to extreme acts like torture and of course this kind of cause and effect situation is difficult to imagine. But it seems that they have endured these kinds of traumas as well as other psychic and painful experiences,” she explained.

Moreover the researchers have discovered that immigrants in need of mental health treatment do not always receive it.
The rest of the text is unimportant.





My sympathies go to the people, as said, men, who have endured unspeakable acts of violence and evil, and wish them all the help they can get to get back to a good life.

Having said that,

I have questions to the pro-immigrationists, and the establishment itself, after making clear somethings that are and are not mentioned in the article.

Out of a two populations that make it to the top ten of Finland's foreign make up, 30% of the men (considering that Somali is not really a peaceful place of singing unicorns) potentially have


Undiagnosed
Untreated
Untreatable

mental conditions,

My question is,

What are the repercussions of taking in as immigrants populations that have an unnaturally high mental health issue problem, that is not diagnosed, is not treated, and is not treatable by the western health organizations; on the native population and other immigrants who do not have this high of an occurrence of mental health issues?

This is the formal question.

Now, consider that these groups are heavily involved in honor killings, honor violence, rape and assault (even the multiculti media establishment YLE had to report on these incidents- i.e. a gang rape of a 15 year old by two Somalis, and a middle eastern man raping a 19 year old were the last reported rapes in the past months), and considering that these populations are again disproportionally represented in the vibrant youth seen hanging out in town,

I would like to ask a few more informal questions:

1. What is the fallout of the decision to give residence permits to untreatable mentally unstable people on the other citizens, Finn and foreign alike?
2.  Now tat this report is out, will the government urge the more mentally stable people caution when dealing with potentially mentally unstable populations? (since you don't see Kurdish or Somali women out in the town except when under protection of a male family member or when pushing a whole kindergarten full of carts in front of them, threat from women is nonexistent, except if a man of different ethnicity deals with one and word goes to a potentially unstable male member of the family)
3. Looking at Sweden and Norway's already published statistics, and Finland's emerging trend in rape and other crime, how will this study be utilized, and how will this study be used to benefit the rest of the population. Will it be?
4. What is the justification of letting human beings in permanently, without mentally screening them if they are a potential threat to the existing population or not, and if it is a humanist action, what about the humanistic rights of the existing population?

A last statement to the pro-immigrationist multiculti diversity advocates:

The suffering of every raped girl, the blood of every assaulted man, the pain of every vibrant woman that went though honor violence, the pain of every western and non-vibrating kid that was bullied, the hurt of every innocent vibrant immigrant preemptively assaulted by skinheads, is on your hands. And your hands are already dripping with blood like the Niagara Falls.

You let the mentally unhealthy through your doors, even if you could not help them, putting all of us in potential danger, now there are mentally unstable anywhere, anytime, waiting for the wrong trigger to take out all the wrongs done to them on innocent people.

As the rapes show, sometimes triggers are not needed.

You, you people, are the idiots who let a back door open in the siege of Constantinople,
You are the idiots who let that wooden horse through the gate of Troja,


Only difference is that I do not believe you are idiots acting in good faith. I do not think you are idiots. You very well know what you are doing, you very well know of the fallout your disastrous policies will have on the girls and boys of the west, and you did everything knowing what the results would be.

You are traitors, and I hope one day history will treat you as such.

Until that day comes, may your children shit on your graves.



Endnote: Like I said, I wish those victims of war all the help they can get, and a good life, and offer my sympathies. I do not condone violence, and the ethnic groups I talked here are mentioned by name only because the newspaper clearly mentions them and their conditions. Other event I mentioned are also in the newspapers, together with court rulings and police statements. Numbers are taken from wikipedia and extrapolations taken from other reports again by the media.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Taking dogs with rabies into the rabbit den

The state has criminalized every non-pc thought, bit it cannot stop the natural reaction of what the eye sees.

After noticing the negativity that comes from being any place besides house and work, and noticing that the vibrant enriching population makes about half the people out and about, 24/7, protected by and fed by the state, harassing the people who pay for the taxes that are drained down the hole of vibrant feed, and still complaining about racism because some rabbit did not lower their eyes upon the initial challenge put forward by the enricher, I decided there is only one way to sanity:

Ignore. Pretend that the space currently occupied bu the vibrant does not exist in the time space continuum.

Ignore what I see and ignore what I know. Do not speak about enrichers, do not look at them, do not remember you saw them, pretend that they don't exist.

It is sanity, it is self preservation, and what is the point in being aggressive towards rabid dogs when they always are in a pack, state sponsored and state protected?

I know that pockets of sanity will emerge, as when poked, people reluctantly speak up. Slowly.

So how is my pretending void mission going?

I managed less than 24 hours.

You ignore a rabid dog, but rabid dog does not ignore you.

I actually managed to ignore 15 or so enrichers hanging out in front of my favorite venue, hoodies as the chosen headwear.

But one of their older brothers decided some peace was too much to ask.

The next night, am in the same venue, am leaving with two blondes, and we go to one of the girls' building entrance, totally innocent, doing some fact checking about an insider joke. Going there I notice two enrichers, one 1.60 dude with designer hair of the vibrating kind and the other, not his countryman, 40ish, fat, with a pussy beard as the Finns call it, not a goatee, but the round beard around the mouth.

So I am standing there with the girls looking at the names on the doorbell, when the fat Fuck comes up from behind me,

"Haaa, where you go?" I check, the enricher has left,
"What?"
"Haaa, you go party?"
"No" turn back to the girls, keeping him in my peripheral vision, am downtown, but you never know how far these guys vibrate.
"Haaa, you go dance?"
"No..."
...
... at this point I have to say aggression would be a bad idea as you never know what stray dog lies in the shadows...
"Haaa, have fun" he waves his hands in a frustrated way but stays close by, for a few seconds when as luck has it one of the shadiest enrichers who ethnically might not be on good terms with fat fuck is walking by, recognizes me, says "Hey man, long time"; fat fuck disappears.

This is not much of an event, but could have escalated fast and would have been bad for me in the long run. The lack of disrespect, shame, or civility, dignity, the facelessness in that approach was appalling, and I can guarantee that it is a bad idea for any western man to try this without having his back backed by a band of brothers.

The blondes joking amongst themselves, I had a silent moment, thinking that this kind of hand picked selection of do no gooders, lay abouts, unemployables, and any other similar adjective cannot be explained by any love for western values, western people, western children.

Making life difficult for foreigners with jobs back home to get European tourist visas, but then contemplating the elimination of background checks for vibrants and enrichers... there is no explanation if one restricts himself to the ideal that state exists at least to some extent to benefit its citizens.

Western man, expect more beatings,
Western woman, expect more rapes,

By its actions, the establishment approves.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Shake in the belly shot in the foot.


You.

You overweight man in the gym.

No, not you , you fourpack sporting dude, and not you, you sixpack stud.

You, overweight man.

You, who just so full of effort elliptical trained for an hour.

Or you, who just trained your biceps with 5 kilo dumbbells and not even broke a sweat.

You, who I see everytime I go to the gym, whom I suspect is there more often than me.

You, walking on the treadmill for an hour, or treading on the treadmill for ten minutes.

You, doing pushups on your knees because you are too heavy.

Look, I respect your efforts, and if you ask me what I do, I would gladly sit down and tell you few things.

But man,

You train so you can lose some fat.

How much extra you got?

20 kilos?

30?

Let's say 10.

Your butt is bigger than J.Lopez, your breasts rival Scarlett Johansson, - and unless you are a powerlifter deadlifting 300-400 kgs, in which case I cannot give you any advice you gorilla of a man - put that fucking shake down.

Say you got 10 kgs of fat, you got 90.000 calories available energy in your body. Ok, if you are goring on healthy gatorade, healthy low fat sugar yogurt you will never be able to tap int that energy, but that shake of dextrose, msg, maltodextrose, maltodextrin, sucrose, sweetener and some protein won't help you either.

You don't need that protein, you already eat enough.

You don't need that sugar, your muscles have 90.000 calories of available energy. The 1000 calorie shake goes to your waist, not your biceps.

Stop the sugar, stop the low fat, prepare your own food, and if you did train heavy, go take a shower and eat at home.

The more shakes you take the fatter you get, the more you train, the more shakes you get, the more shakes you get the fatter you get....

Stop.

For fucks sake, STOP!

Give your body a chance to release that fat.

Then you look at me in funny ways because I down a mango and some cheese after my training.

That is what you should do, like after using that 90.000 excess calories.

Like after managing to run for an hour, hundred times, without increasing your food intake.

At this point, seeing you gorge on a 1000 calorie from sugar shake after a medium training, that is the deepest knowledge you can absorb.

Stop the shake.

Allow your body to burn the excess.

Anyway, you did not train that hard.






Thursday, May 10, 2012

Breasts are there for feeding, big food is there for profit


Was having my breakfast in the workplace coffee room when a mother came in with a baby that still lies on the floor and barely can crawl. 6 months?

I was eating smashed sweet potatoes with brussels sprouts, with smoked norwegian salmon as the main course. The dessert was cocoa with heavy cream.

She took out a banana for herself, told the baby mommy eats first.

Ah, great, I thought, now I got to witness a mom breastfeeding her baby when I am having breakfast. Should finish fast.

But no,

She takes out two packs of ready made baby food, one was something with pears, another was whatever it was.

Maybe it was some fully organic food that had no msg, no soy, no nothing in it and just crushed pears...

Then why not do it yourself, woman?

Breasts are there for one reason, and that reason is not so they look good in push up bras without the piercings being too visible.

Baby's need breasts, that is food.

You, go do not give the baby human milk, but give stuff like baby food full with preservatives, with sweeteners, with soy.

You do not take birth control because one pill a day disturbs your system,
You give your little baby boy soy based vegan food, for which a single bottle equals twenty birth control pills.

Ok, so your breasts do not produce milk.  Am sorry to hear this.

How difficult is it to go to the market, buy some and boil some organic pears and smash them when the baby is asleep?
How hard is it to cook white rice for two hours, then smash it with some fresh berries; you know, superfood?
How hard is it to put porridge into water overnight, then in the morning cook it for two hours, add some suitable nutrients and give the baby au-natural nutrition bomb?
How hard is it to make an apple, banana, kivi smoothie without ice?
How hard is it to be a "mom"? Ooops... Did I just say that?

No, you have to go and buy some food in 50 ml bottles that have God knows what in it.

Yea the baby likes it. The baby likes anything that is put into his mouth. He is growing and he is hungry. Mom gives wood, he will try to chew wood. Does not make it a good idea.

Give him soy based healthy vegan food, and then wonder why the kid does not become a proper man.
Give her soy based healthy vegan food and then wonder why the girl grows breasts at 6.

Should have done it your grandmother's way, not fed the kid some for profit corporate whore of a food engineering scientist's recipe.

Nature has provided you with breasts, if they don't function, it has provided you with brains so you can provide some proper food...

Apparently that also does not function with the modern mother.

Grrrrrrrrlllll Pwwwwrrrrrr!

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Simple Cures: Flush the flu

Some of my friends have ridiculed me for Paleo, and continued ridiculing me when they spent four weeks sick every winter, on all kinds of medicines, while I have spent four days in the last two years.

As you see, I have been hit four times with the flu.

Not as medical advice, but as personal experience, let me tell you how to get rid of the flu once you see the symptoms approaching.

In the morning, take 15.000 IUs of Vitamind D. Take another 15.000 during the day. Eat some fat so that the Vit D will be absorbed by the intestines.

Best way is to have a 12-16 hour sleep. If the flu is moving fast, you will sweat like a pig. Sleep through. As long as you can, but hydrate a lot.

For me this has been the solution, as every single time I ignore the signals of the flu, go to the gym, train, and go out at night. Takes a few days that the symptoms are getting to the point I know that if I do not stop, I will suffer.

Pop the Vit D, rest, sleep, sweat, drink.

Wake up a new man.

No flu, no medicines taken, no antibiotics.

And do not wonder about the 30.000 IUs you ingested, it amounts to an hour under the sun, and the Vit D council states that a dangerous overdosing zone may be  reached by indesting 100.000 IUs everyday over a course of months.

If you are already staying home, then prepare what I call the fire tea.

I got it from a herbalist who said that it is actually given to women who just gave birth, to give them strength and help them recover, but that it is the perfect winter tea.

Anther public service from Finndistan:

The Finndistan Fire Tea, almost revives the dead:

In a pot, boil these ingredients for half hour to one hour:


Allspice
Black Pepper
Cinnamon
Clove
Ginger
Turmeric
Linden

It will be a very spicy, very strong tea of bright red color. It will feel like you are on fire.

If you want, you can add some Sage or Camomile if you will drink it before sleep, as the fire could disturb the sleep, but would advise against these additions if you intend the to drink the tea and stay awake.

You can add honey, to make it more drinkable, and also soothe an irritated throat.

After the first boil, you can boil it few more times, you can stop when either the taste or the color tells you that the herbs have been boiled to the last beneficial drop.

Now, talking about a cough.

If you notice your cough moving down to your chest, like it did with my dust allergy, (first clean the house...), there is this African plant extract, it will move the cough first to your throat, which will actually feel worse for a day, and then out of your body. Works so fast, it is scary.

It is called the miracle plant, and I know mothers of small kids who swear by this stuff, and so do I.

You can find the extract in the pharmacies and it goes by the name of Umcka. 

This knowledge has helped me bypass a number of flu seasons with few days lost. And I lost those days mainly due to my carelessness, had I been careful, I could have saved those days.
 
Yet, like some of my friends say, "Paleo is bulshit cough cough cough cough cough"




Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Simple Cures: Pissing fire?

You met a cute little thing, you had chemistry. Chemistry led to some petting, petting led to two animals ravaging eachother.

Then you notice the condom slip. Too late. You don't come but have been inside for some time.

Whatever, you think to yourself, I did not come, so no problem.

Or, you simply did not use a condom.

Few days pass, you are texting with this girl some naughty stuff, then when you get up to pee, your eyes almost black out.

Fuck.

Is this what a Dragon feels in his throat?

Damn man. It's like pissing fire.

Immediately you go to a doctor.

My case:

Am pissing fire. Go to a doc. Who knows my family. Totally embarrassed. Does not feel there is a need for test, gives me a injection. The male nurse giving me the shot looks at me smiling, "You ass burns?".. "No fucker. I piss fire", taken aback "Ha, ok man, sorry to hear. Sorry. Sorry.". JAB. The girl I was with accuses me of accusing her for being a whore, throws her test at my face, which shows a sexually totally healthy girl. That was a good fight. Well, different culture. The jab does not work.

Years later

Pissing fire again. Went to the doctor, who told me to get these antibiotics while waiting for the test results ...  Fucking asshole. If I knew what antibiotics do, at that time, I'd have sticked the prescription up the doc's ass who was saying "let's try this until the results come"... This is the lauded "free healthcare"... Anyway, the antibiotics don't work, the tests are clean, the asshole tells me to try different antibiotics... Am I paying tax for this shit? Those do not work either.

But I have a memory of the previous incident, where the doctor told the girl about bacteria imbalance, and that it is not a big thing. So I am calm. Still pissing fire.

So I start my protocol that I had done the previous time upon reading some herbal books.

Immense amounts of tea:

Sage
Nettle

Now, with sage you only want to use it in high amounts in emergencies like this one, as it increases estrogen and is given to women who want to naturally grow their breasts. But is also a good anti-inflammatory, or antibacterial.  Did not check my facts.

So is nettle.

Now you are drinking few cups of sage tea, few cups of nettle tea a day.

One more thing which is advised is cranberry juice, but I never likes it.

So what else can you do to fasten the healing process?

Lemon juice and grapefruit juice. Drink like there is no tomorrow. I think it was that these further acidify your pee.

Few days,

You will faintly remember playing Dragon with your Ding Dong.



Disclaimer: This is a report of personal experience, only in the case of pissing fire while having a clean test result or while waiting for the test result, and is in now way to replace medical advice. Consult your doctor before you decide to do anything other than what the medical personnel advises you on.

Like, "Let's try this..... destroy your inner system... kill billions of useful bacteria... because making tests fast is expensive..."

Before I close: You got a girlfriend whose breasts you want to be bigger, buy some packs of sage tea. Try double bags in a cup, four times a day.

Worst case, you will have a totally mellow girlfriend. 

Another public service from Finndistan,  not for money, for love.


Monday, May 07, 2012

Simple Cures: Ding Dong like King Kong

You had your 30th birthday. Unlike what some of your friends talk about, you have had no problems in the getting it up thing. You are eating healthy, not gorging on pizza and burgers, not eating soy, not boozing yourself silly.

All is good. Meeting girls, having fun, having pleasure, and surely giving pleasure.

On most days your ding dong is hard as wood. Some days it is bamboo.

You are aging, my man.

Remember the times when you were a teenager, and could not sleep on your belly in the mornings?
When you had to pee, but had to run around the house, do some squat, or whatever worked, so you could actually pee down?
When you contemplated of peeing to the ceiling on some mornings, when your school books were full of drawings of conceptions that would catch your pee in the air and guide it to the to the toilet like Roman waterways, or you seriously considered doing handstands...
When you would sit in class and the girl would bend down to pick her pen from the ground, just when the teacher would call your name... and then start shouting at you because you disrespected her by not getting up to answer the question.

Remember those times?

If I tell you that I can take you back...

Disturb your easy mornings where your wood is soft enough to pee by the time you reach toilet? Wake you up because you feel pulse in your morning member?

If I tell you I can take you a place where the girl will open her eyes in astonishment when you enter?

If I tell you it is all natural.

Easy to find from the shelf?

Free to try, NO side effects except hearing your name shouted, or God's in random sexual escapades, or maybe with your girlfriend or wife.

"Oh God"... Sounds good?

Here it is;

Fish oil.
Cocoa.

Taken in the same day, and it takes three days or so to get the effect.

Since I have not had the ease of peeing in the mornings due to eating paleo, for me the effect was so big that I have stopped doing this many times. Only to resume in some weeks' time.

One tablespoon fishoil in the morning (10-20 grams depending on the spoon).
At least three spoons of raw cacao any time during the day, in water, in jogurt, with honey or with whatever thing you want to mix it with.

First day, nothing.
Second day, nothing.
Third day, nothing.
The morning of the fourth day, you will wake up, an unstoppable magma running through your veins, dup dup dup, can hear the pulse in your Ding Dong, you feel like King Kong, you run around the house, to stop yourself from peeing to the ceiling, jump up and down...

For you it may be two days, it may be one week, may need more cocoa, but it will come.

The Ding Dong of King Kong will be back.

And at your age, there will be the "Oh my God" look in the girl's eyes, who is expecting another 30 year old Dingy Dongy...

Now, you want a challenge?

Couple this with not masturbating.

I can not even explain the effect.

There is Dingy Dongy.

Then there is Wood.

Then there is Rock.

Hard as a Rock, horny like a bull in heat.

I dare you. I seriously dare you.

Try this for one week, and survive.


Addendum: Eating fish and chocolate may also have the same effect, but I find it harder to sustain. Since I don't eat much sugar, even dark chocolate gives me the sugar spikes that I can feel. But, feel free to try, as theoretically it should work the same.