Thursday, April 19, 2012

Make someone's day

I woke up at 4 am. Took the taxi. Boarded the train. Waited through the security check. Waited in the airport. Flew two and a half hours in non-reclining seats; when we approached the destination I saw with disappointment that half the snow was still on the ground.

Then the speaker crackled...

Serious voice : "Cabin crew, prepare for landing. Ten minutes.", five seconds of silence, then, same pilot, with a not so serious voice: "We're laaaanding, ... yippie"

I forgot all my tiredness, all that I was reading, all the stress that I knew was expecting me.

First I smiled.
Then I laughed.
Then I heard the whole plane laughing.

I was still smiling to myself in the passport queue.

And this is what it takes to male someone's suffering of a day into a happy one. A happy, cheerful "Yippie"

When you go to the shop today, instead of answering the usual soulless "How are you today, Sir", paying and leaving; give a smile to the cashier, and say "Thanks, have nice day!".  Do it knowing that that person is likely having a long shitty day, and you might be the only person breaking the routine. Just make their day. It only takes a smile.

Your coworkers, your friends, anybody you cross paths with, give them a smile, make them smile. It is simple. Think about the pilot who also woke up at 4 am, but can put out a cheerful "Yippie".

Sadly, a smile is likely to backfire on a cutie pie that you are carnally interested in.

To make her day, be the prize, don't try to make her day, make your own day by getting to carnally know her, get her to orgasm on the clouds. You'll have made her day that way.

You smiling may lessen your chances of this; of making her day. You have no right to deprave her from the clouds.

To all others, know that during a normal day, which is likely a long, shitty day, one glimpse of sunshine coming through, be it by a genuine smile, a small joke, a cheerful sentence, or just plain acknowledgment of the person will make that day a better day.

Do it.
Do it often.

(Necessary warning: Take utmost care with female coworkers... "do it" may cost you your job)

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Gotta love the hamster

It was some weeks ago, I received a message,

" bla bla bla, la la la, ra, ra, ra (confidential text), Do you want to come to my place, for a booty call?" asks cutie pie.

It was 1am, and I was busy with a sweet pie that made my jaw drop when I had first seen her. So, "Some other time"

Time passed, I prepared my woman-magnet dessert, that I usually finish before any woman can get her hands on, so immediately after preparing it, I texted

"Drop by, taste my bla bla dessert"
"I'd love to. 9 ok?"

9 comes, I am busy at home, no sign of cutie pie.
10 comes, I am entertaining myself, no sign of cutie pie.
11, I get a message, " Sorry got stuck at work"
"If you still drop by, it'll be for a sleep" as I was getting ready to go to bed after an evening well spent.

"If a girl goes to a man's house at this time, it is a booty call and I am not that kind of girl"

...Bwaaaahhaaahaaaaaa

I fell off the couch laughing.

No anger, nothing, just laughter.

I mean,

You got to love the hamsters. Alright, they turn a man's life into Hell, but sometimes they give you this.

A little girl's hamster sprinting through the Olympics. A sight to behold. Run run run. In a wheel, that is.

Few days later, 2am: 

"You out?" asks cutie pie.

Where have all the good men gone?

She will ask in less than five years...

She will hear crickets chirping.

She came in with her friend, walked towards the two Americans sitting on the table beside mine, in a bar where the atmosphere is cozy, the sound level low, number of drunks little, and the time yet early.

With her full voice, she bellows in a satisfied excitement:

"Hellou, assholes...!... You again? :)  "

Since everybody in the coffee bar was in hearing distance, and since the venue was packed, it is clear that a number of men took note on what worked on this party girl.

Being a good man to her would be sheer stupidity,

And her asking where the good men are, would be like looking for men who happily, knowingly shoot themselves in the foot...

You love assholes, you ride assholes, there may not be a decent mechanic around when Little Red Corvette is falling apart after a million miles. Miles that were loved fast, and left fast.

....says an occasional asshole.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Finnkid gets bullied, multiculti crickets are chirping

Ahh.. We just last week had the anti racism week, and all the prominent people went out about on tolerance this tolerance that.

Then comes out this video of some vibrants bullying a kid who statistically has more chance to be something useful to the society than the vibrant shitheads. 


This was mentioned in a tabloid newspaper.

Did the state broadcaster who is always so eager to talk about how the immigrants are doing great stuff (i.e. being a social worker mention this? Nope.

Did the biggest newspaper mention this? Nope.

This was to be expected. The same news outlets have been shouting how some immigrant actually holds a job, praising them up and down heaven's all floors, while keeping silent on how more than 50% of their countrymen are on welfare, disproportionally criminal, and totally intolerant.

Another question,

Can you imagine the outrage that if the cultural groups in the video were reversed?

Ahh, one thing.

These kids have not been mentioned by the bigger media outlets, but you can be sure that the comments on these videos will be used as proof that Finns are dangerous racist bigots.

Of course somehow forgetting to mention that once again, if the cultures were reversed, you would have burning cars instead of racist youtube comments, but that is the wonderful warmth of multiculturalism in a cold spring.


Sunday, March 25, 2012

Some wisdom about love

Back at one of my homes, we got a saying,

"Love is like a butterfly. It lands on grass, and it lands on shit"

Exact translation.

My question is, if the butterfly lands on shit, does the stink stick?

What if "Lust is like a butterfly"


What if "A fuck is like a butterfly"

Does the stink stick?

By no means am I implying I am a butterfly that only smells like roses, but then I am a hypocritical butterfly; "hypocritical" defined by  others than me. You ask me, I am totally congruent.

Another saying, that a senior in high school told me when I was 16... Something I should have listened to since then... I did not. I paid. Through the nose. By walking through the fires of hell, way more times than I can count.

"You fuck'em they love you,
You love'em, they fuck you"


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I could tie this to the Unfuckables but actually I got the question in my mind when a girl who was smiling at me answered my "Hello there" with

"You are Jersey Jimmy's friend" I hear Designer Timmy
"Timmy. Yea. And I was wondering. You are the friend of the Designer then."
"No, no Jersey Jimmy."
"Ahh.. Jimmy the Douche"
"Yea we used to fuck hang out"
"..."
"For a short time. But it was long time ago"
"..."
"Like one and a half year ago"


Shagged Jersey Jimmy? Check
Calls one and a half years "Long time"? Check
Dating material? She seems to put a check in a box that was nuked into oblivion.

For me, this butterfly smells. A short pollination, that could be negotiated.

Repost:Short rants on the enrichers, unfuckables and vibrators

 
 
(Last eve, playing with the blogger app on the phone, I deleted this post. Got it back from google cache, and am reposting it. If you read it, no need to read again, but just go and watch that swedish clip again, just for the fun of it. )
 
 
Some questions arose when writing the Unfuckables post series, they could not make posts on their own, so I included them here.

I said they could not make posts on their own, but each could make a legitimate book that would shake the foundations of this unnatural  multiculti society and cause the author to be expelled from the society or just simply executed...

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Where are the female vibrating enrichers?

Just yesterday I let out a rant by encountering a horde of enrichers on the street. Number of females? 0

Before that, Sunday, went to see a friend in my favorite coffee... Was greeted by three tables of designer enrichers, something between 10-15 of them. Number of females? 0... Ok there were two girls on the next table, but they were accompanied by a hipster who could be Spanish, who could be from vibrant locations.

Now, have four enrichers on the table across mine (this place is a cozy high class coffee... possibly will not survive the next year), three of their friends passed by to the backside, previously three thug wannabe's dropped by... Number of females? 0

Add-on: Later I realize there were three others in the backroom, 0 females.

How did my club, "The place to be", as the Finns used to say, go down in two-three months time? Vibrating enrichers started going there in groups of 5, 6, 9... Not one group... Suddenly the place turned into a enriched sausage fest. How many females? Without male escort, 0. With, 4-5.. Compared to, at worst times, 30-40 enrichers.

Where are the female vibrating enrichers?

Are the immigration officials sexist?

Are their vibrant enriching brothers not letting them out of the house?

Do they even exist?

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Then the Swedish traitors make a movie.

Watch this 2 minute state sponsored clip, and after you puke, come back:



All good and dandy.. Lars get to get a blowjob from a disgusting fat slob...

Alright,

So, Heidi sleeps with Abdul....

I don't sleep with Heidi.

In the name of integration like this song tells us to do,

Fatima sleeps with Lars.

Wait... There is no Fatima around. She is only seen with male escorts guarding her honor, or with multiple children, never less than three. 

Say, against all odds, Fatima and Lars met.

Fatima and Lars made integrating love.

Fatima is killed by Abdul.

Fatima is beaten by Abdul.

Fatima has acid thrown on her fave by Abdul.

Lars is beaten by Abdul.

Lars's sister Helga  is raped by Abdul.....


Kind of does not work as intended by the multicultist and the diversity zombies? Or, does it?

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Touching on the above question.

Is honor violence a Western problem?

The last time I read our state broadcaster's multiculti zombie diversity virus carrying news, it was announced as Finland's problem with honor violence. Honor killings as much as reported, does not exist yet.

I tell this.

Honor killings, honor violence was never the West's problem.

It was not invented in the West, it was not taken in action in the West.

It is the imported "equal culture"'s problem, and would not be a problem in the west, if the importers would do minimal screening.

I am sorry for the girls who were subjected to this evil treatment, and may  the perpetrators rot in Hell. Sadly, our progressed criminal system will not do much, except lecture the Europeans on the evils of honor violence.

That is like teaching the deer on the evils of hunting, you idiots.

I refuse to be bogged down by accusations of honor violence, but I also make a wide berth around women who I know to be in the risk group.

Some flags are red flags.  Real red flags with active mines underneath.

But hey, honor violence is a European problem.

Ahh... Just fuck off.

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In the same light, since when are clitorectomies a  western problem?

Alright, 400 years ago, it is claimed, western families used virginity belts on their women...

That was... half.. a... millennium... ago... Using enhanced underwear...

Cutting the clits, sewing shut the labias?

Western problem?

Fuck you.

Oh, and the new progressive idea of providing clitorectomies in the western countries as a welfare benefit so that these operations are not done in medieval ass backwards sand huts?

Fuck you twice, with burning wood planks from Hell...

While at it, why not let the state take over honor violence? Make it more humane.

Fucktwats...


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When I say these things I say, some progressive chick with an amoeba for a brain will tell me

"But they also have a right to love"

When I say other stuff, like, "You know, the Finnish men are not that bad that they deserve this shitstorm.. These men could be the best men when shown some love and appreciation"

"Fuck you. I am not a prostitute."....

So an vibrating enricher has a right to love, when a western man can "Fuck off and die"...

Ja bitches, ja... Once zees western men die, zen you will zee what it is like to live in sand huts in ze -25 winter....

ze will be good...a lot of bonoboing around... even if half your kids die of starvation... of, and no iphones.

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After asking one question like this. one asks other questions, and others, and others....

It is an avalanche of revelations,

And one of these revelations is that

The infliction of this cancer upon the western people is no mistake.

It is a deliberate act of hostility, not a stupid good-willed act gone wrong.

It is  planned, calculated and executed; as a small part of a bigger operation.

This is the only explanation for a plan functioning so perfectly for the detriment of indigenous westerners.

The future will write "Treason", for this century of the West.

The Age of Treason

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While writing this post, added to the above listed vibrating enrichers, eight more came in (3+3+2)... Females: 0

I rest my case.

Either there has been a gendercide, of a total immigration discrimination, or we have imported some ass backwards people.

Viva la diversiteeee!!!!

Mothersocietyfuckers!






Saturday, March 24, 2012

How much fake is too fake


How much fake is too fake was the question in my head when I learned the glasses the stylish dude is sporting are fake.

As an academic I may have something for bonobos claiming to be educated, so there may be a bias there.

Also may be reading too much into it.

I just see glasses in a different category than hats, jackets, thugs jeans, bananas in jeans etc.

Just the ramblings of a curious mind.

Off topic, this story brought this one man to mind:

The man who has been, with women and men, a socialization artist, the best I have ever met; unbelievable human skills, also happens to be a man whose sexuality started with donkeys.

Is there a connection?