One of my great regrets is I never had a daughter. I had a son, but thats all. Now, i lov my son (even though he drives me up the wall sometimes, he's so disorganised and laid back), i will never stop wishing I had a daughter.
I had a substitute daughter (we'll call her S), that went all wrong (she was from a highly dysfunctional family and ended up running away at 13, ending up pregnant by an immigrant at 14 and having a second one by another at 15). It was a shame. Even though she wasn't my daughter, I loved her so much, because I WANTED her to be my daughter. However, her truly appalling parents managed to screw her up so much she ran away, many times, and ended up locked up in a Secure Unit (which basically are childrens prisons). She wanted her parents to love her, which they couldnt, because they were selfish white council trash, and I wanted her to love me, which she couldn't, because she wanted option a). Having said that, i did my best to give her a nice childhood - taking her places with us, including holidays, and buying her whatever she wanted. We did some good - she would stay weekends and holidays with us, we provided a welcome safe haven from all the verbal, mental and physical abuse she got at home the useless Social Workers ignored. and between the ages of 6 and 12 I really looked after her - her useless mother and selfish drug dealer boyfriend was well pleased to dump her on me, they didn't want her round at all really. I was even down as the second parental contact at her school for her.
Anyway, once she hit 12 and the hormones kicked in, this little simmering cauldron finally blew its lid, and she ran away. For FOURTEEN WEEKS!!! I learnt alot about a world I knew nothing about beforehand, because of it.
She had a cousin, 5 years older, G, whos mother was the sister of S's appalling mother. She had already run away, shacked up with a chap 30 years older, got pregnant, been thrown out, shacked up with a bunch of illegal immigrants, lost custody of the baby to the father, and we dont have room to go into all the minor little dramas, such as the times she was arrested , the number of flats and houses she rented then cleared off owing thousands in rent, and the various court cases for shoplifting, fighting....a real little charmer. S decided she wanted to be like G, and live a life of wild abandon, all very exciting. G provided S with places to hide (amongst her illegal immigrant friends), food, clothing drinks , drugs and unlimited sex with dozens of randy Iraquis and Kurds, most of whom preferred girls between10 and 14 years old. A disgusting national culture.
The law basically protects girls of that age in that they can do what the hell they like and its almost impossible to stop them. The police have no powers to enter a premises to look for a runaway minor. They can apply for a magistrates warrant and return with it to enter and search, if they believe they know what residence she's in, buy which time she's long gone. Every time they DID catch her, they woudl take her back to her appalling parents (at the insistence of the brainless cretins in Social Services), and within 24 hours she's be gone again. They put her in a foster home, gone in 6 hours, she lasted two weeks at friends house till she decided she didn't like being told that at 13 she wasn't allowed to drink, smoke and have sex with strangers,. The even let her stay with G for a while, till they saw the appalling squalor SHE lived in, and so they both vanished again when they tied to take S back into care. After the 12th time in 14 weeks of being caught by the police, she was finally locked up for her own good, for nearly 18 months. I, not being related in any way, was cut right out the loop, and never saw her again. The anguish of losing her like this gave me a mental breakdown, just as losing a daughter would anyone.
Out standing in this was the sheer brainless political correctness and lack of common sense of Social Services, the utter incompetence of the Police, and the way we have made this country powerless to deal with children. S was quickly educated as to her legal rights, and within a few weeks, knew the system inside out She knew EXACTLY what she was entitled to to, and society was powerless to stop her.
And this is the nub of the problem. Rights without responsibilities. It is madness to give rights to children without teaching them they lose those rights if they don't live up to there responsibilities to society. It the first step in making good citizens, and we've thrown it out the window.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Of course, when you a child you don't understand why things are nice. At the basic level, I liked being humiliated and punished when I was a child, but of course you don't know it consciously. I just knew I found certain things pleasurable, such as being spanked. Other things were nice, and again it boiled down to humiliation.
As long as I can remember I was made to wear white rubber pants (this being just after World War two), because I wet the bed and wet my pants. I liked the nice warm glow in my pants when i wet them, but I didn't know why i liked it, it was just nice and warm and yummy. In retrospect, you can see that I liked the humiliation afterwards of having to tell my mum I'd wet the bed or my pants, and the humiliation and pain of being spanked in front of my sisters, and sometimes her friends.
I was lucky in that spankings were an accepted way of punishing children, usually the first and only punishment. People spanked children, and no-one thought twice about it. I was spanked mainly by my mother, but I also was spanked by my mothers friends, my aunts, and teachers - in fact having my pants taken down and spanked in front of my class mates was doubly deliciously humiliating, not only for the spanking, but for the fact everyone got to see I was wearing white rubber pants and therefore I wet my pants.
In the 50's and 60's, Woolworths Stores sold plastic raincoats, and I was always fascinated by them, and was very pleased to have to wear my black plastic mac, belted and buttoned up, and walking along hand in hand. Only poor people had to wear plastic macs, and I liked it because
girls giggled at me and laughed. I was attracted to girls who wore plastic macs, and the thrill of touching a girls leg through the blue plastic was very memorable. In the60's, raincoats evolved into marvelously sexy PVC macs.
I also liked sucking a dummy when i was a child, and had one in bed till i was about 12 and all the time during the day till I was about 7, and even then I sucked my thumb most of the time afterwards.
I also liked crying, I still cant explain why to this day. I would cry at the slightest, and especially when being spanked, if my dummy was taken away (even when I was seven), and I liked girls - I liked being with girls and playing with girls things, like dollies and prams, and would frequently play with two little girls about 3 years younger than me.
As long as I can remember I was made to wear white rubber pants (this being just after World War two), because I wet the bed and wet my pants. I liked the nice warm glow in my pants when i wet them, but I didn't know why i liked it, it was just nice and warm and yummy. In retrospect, you can see that I liked the humiliation afterwards of having to tell my mum I'd wet the bed or my pants, and the humiliation and pain of being spanked in front of my sisters, and sometimes her friends.
I was lucky in that spankings were an accepted way of punishing children, usually the first and only punishment. People spanked children, and no-one thought twice about it. I was spanked mainly by my mother, but I also was spanked by my mothers friends, my aunts, and teachers - in fact having my pants taken down and spanked in front of my class mates was doubly deliciously humiliating, not only for the spanking, but for the fact everyone got to see I was wearing white rubber pants and therefore I wet my pants.
In the 50's and 60's, Woolworths Stores sold plastic raincoats, and I was always fascinated by them, and was very pleased to have to wear my black plastic mac, belted and buttoned up, and walking along hand in hand. Only poor people had to wear plastic macs, and I liked it because
girls giggled at me and laughed. I was attracted to girls who wore plastic macs, and the thrill of touching a girls leg through the blue plastic was very memorable. In the60's, raincoats evolved into marvelously sexy PVC macs.I also liked sucking a dummy when i was a child, and had one in bed till i was about 12 and all the time during the day till I was about 7, and even then I sucked my thumb most of the time afterwards.
I also liked crying, I still cant explain why to this day. I would cry at the slightest, and especially when being spanked, if my dummy was taken away (even when I was seven), and I liked girls - I liked being with girls and playing with girls things, like dollies and prams, and would frequently play with two little girls about 3 years younger than me.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Childhood
shapes what you are.
When i was a child, i knew i liked various things. I liked the nice warm glow between my legs when I wet the bed, so i wasnt to keen to stop, so I had white rubber pants and a rubber sheet on my bed till I was 12 years old. I also liked sucking my thumb and sucking a dummy in bed at night, which I did till I was also nearly 13. whenever my mother decided I had stopped wetting, and take the rubber pants and sheet off, i would deliberately wet the bed to get them reinstated, which had the added bonus of getting me a nice spanking.
I liked the feeling of being held nice and tight over an adults knee with my shorts and pants round my ankles and I liked the humiliation of being spanked by an adult, so i was deliberately naughty. My mother would taker my pants down, pull me over her knee and give me a good stiff spanking, which made me cry, by it was always worth it to feel that lovely feeling I got from being held over the knee and having my bottom smacked hard.
I liked the clothes little girls wore, and so I would sit and play with little girls younger than me, with there dollies and prams, sucking a dummy like they did, wishing I could wear pretty dresses, frilly socks and pretty court shoes like they did. When I got older, my parents would leave my sister in charge of me, and she would be to engrossed on the phone with her friends,so I used to sneak into her bedroom and dress up in her underwear, a pretty dress, white knee socks and shiny patent court shoes, and sucking my dummy, and look at myself in the mirror, wishing I could dress like that all the time.
I also liked the plastic macs of the time. and was well pleased when it rained, because I would have to put on my nice black plastic raincoat from Woolworths and my shiny black wellingtons.
I was always just naughty enough to ensure I got a spanking at least once a week, and was always submissive and obedient when told I was going to be punished, such that I was still getting bare bottom paddlings with a wooden paddle when I was 16.
SO of course, when I grew up, I sought out bossy, domineering and sadistic girls, and had three very satisfying relationships with girls who dominated and humiliated me, and one girl in particular who would whip and beat me regularly, and humiliated me deliciously all the time and publicly by openly having sex with several other men whilst keeping me in a chastity restraint and without sex, and using me as a slave. There were several wonderfully humiliating moments when I had to kneel and thank other men for fucking her for me, and even bringing them breakfast in bed after they had spent all night with her. Thats was the nicest 10 years of my life, until she moved on to Australia.
So I can understand why women stay with men who beat them and cheat on them - they like it, its a simple as that. The adore the humiliation of being beaten up and dominated, just like I have done for so many years.
When i was a child, i knew i liked various things. I liked the nice warm glow between my legs when I wet the bed, so i wasnt to keen to stop, so I had white rubber pants and a rubber sheet on my bed till I was 12 years old. I also liked sucking my thumb and sucking a dummy in bed at night, which I did till I was also nearly 13. whenever my mother decided I had stopped wetting, and take the rubber pants and sheet off, i would deliberately wet the bed to get them reinstated, which had the added bonus of getting me a nice spanking.
I liked the feeling of being held nice and tight over an adults knee with my shorts and pants round my ankles and I liked the humiliation of being spanked by an adult, so i was deliberately naughty. My mother would taker my pants down, pull me over her knee and give me a good stiff spanking, which made me cry, by it was always worth it to feel that lovely feeling I got from being held over the knee and having my bottom smacked hard.
I liked the clothes little girls wore, and so I would sit and play with little girls younger than me, with there dollies and prams, sucking a dummy like they did, wishing I could wear pretty dresses, frilly socks and pretty court shoes like they did. When I got older, my parents would leave my sister in charge of me, and she would be to engrossed on the phone with her friends,so I used to sneak into her bedroom and dress up in her underwear, a pretty dress, white knee socks and shiny patent court shoes, and sucking my dummy, and look at myself in the mirror, wishing I could dress like that all the time.
I also liked the plastic macs of the time. and was well pleased when it rained, because I would have to put on my nice black plastic raincoat from Woolworths and my shiny black wellingtons.
I was always just naughty enough to ensure I got a spanking at least once a week, and was always submissive and obedient when told I was going to be punished, such that I was still getting bare bottom paddlings with a wooden paddle when I was 16.
SO of course, when I grew up, I sought out bossy, domineering and sadistic girls, and had three very satisfying relationships with girls who dominated and humiliated me, and one girl in particular who would whip and beat me regularly, and humiliated me deliciously all the time and publicly by openly having sex with several other men whilst keeping me in a chastity restraint and without sex, and using me as a slave. There were several wonderfully humiliating moments when I had to kneel and thank other men for fucking her for me, and even bringing them breakfast in bed after they had spent all night with her. Thats was the nicest 10 years of my life, until she moved on to Australia.
So I can understand why women stay with men who beat them and cheat on them - they like it, its a simple as that. The adore the humiliation of being beaten up and dominated, just like I have done for so many years.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Primary School Teachers
I mentioned these the other day. Primary School teachers are almost exclusively female technophobics with no common sense and very little knowledge of the world. Which is pretty depressing, considering there there to teach the next generation. I base my opinion (like all the opinions voiced here) on the fact i've personally met and got to know around 500-1000 teachers in the course of my 25 year career, which is a pretty good sample, in any statistical world.
Ive met Primary school teacher that can barely spell any better than the 7 year olds there teaching, primary school teachers who couldn't tell you who Margaret Thatcher was, and primary school teachers without the faintest idea how to work a PC.
They ARE, however, very good at making witches costumes out of crepe paper and bin liners, and herding children round without the aid of a sheepdog, and are a hundred times preferable to social workers and policemen.
We'll talk about THEM another day.......
Ive met Primary school teacher that can barely spell any better than the 7 year olds there teaching, primary school teachers who couldn't tell you who Margaret Thatcher was, and primary school teachers without the faintest idea how to work a PC.
They ARE, however, very good at making witches costumes out of crepe paper and bin liners, and herding children round without the aid of a sheepdog, and are a hundred times preferable to social workers and policemen.
We'll talk about THEM another day.......
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
10 Reasons to wear Crocs
1. Non Marking Soles, Slip resistant
2. Ultra-hip, Italian Styling
3. Ultra light: weigh less than 6oz
4. Resistant to Bacteria - odour free
5. Water and sand pass through easily - air ventilation
6. Nothing is softer or more comfortable - shapes to your feet
7. Air vents keep your feet cool
8. Can be sterilized
9. Easy to look after
10. Orthopaedic benefits - can help with posture, blood circulation
10 Medical Reasons to Wear Crocs:
1. Ergonomically certified to significantly reduce fatigue during use
2. Shock absorbing properties minimize load on feet, lower legs, knees, hips and lower back
3. Proven to resist mildew and various fungi including Trichophyton mentagrophytes (athlete’s foot fungus)
4. Anatomically designed heel and medial arch support helps prevent rotation of the foot, Plantar fasciitis (heel spurs) and other heel pad injuries
5. Wide foot base increases stability of each step
6. Ventilation ports reduce temperature in shoe and keep feet cool
7. Roomy forefoot helps prevent pinch injuries and reduces risk of Hallux valgus (bunions)
8. Passive retaining heel strap reduces load and fatigue while walking
9. Foot bed surface massages and stimulates blood circulation in foot and lower leg helping to prevent injuries
10. Conforms to ASTM F1677 slip-resistance standards
I like Crocs, there really comfortable and people hate them. What more can you ask of a shoe ?
2. Ultra-hip, Italian Styling
3. Ultra light: weigh less than 6oz
4. Resistant to Bacteria - odour free
5. Water and sand pass through easily - air ventilation
6. Nothing is softer or more comfortable - shapes to your feet
7. Air vents keep your feet cool
8. Can be sterilized
9. Easy to look after
10. Orthopaedic benefits - can help with posture, blood circulation
10 Medical Reasons to Wear Crocs:
1. Ergonomically certified to significantly reduce fatigue during use
2. Shock absorbing properties minimize load on feet, lower legs, knees, hips and lower back
3. Proven to resist mildew and various fungi including Trichophyton mentagrophytes (athlete’s foot fungus)
4. Anatomically designed heel and medial arch support helps prevent rotation of the foot, Plantar fasciitis (heel spurs) and other heel pad injuries
5. Wide foot base increases stability of each step
6. Ventilation ports reduce temperature in shoe and keep feet cool
7. Roomy forefoot helps prevent pinch injuries and reduces risk of Hallux valgus (bunions)
8. Passive retaining heel strap reduces load and fatigue while walking
9. Foot bed surface massages and stimulates blood circulation in foot and lower leg helping to prevent injuries
10. Conforms to ASTM F1677 slip-resistance standards
I like Crocs, there really comfortable and people hate them. What more can you ask of a shoe ?
John Charles de Menedez
The closing of ranks in the matter of this poor innocent guy stinks.
Lets face it, they had the guy helpless pinned to a train seat, clearly unarnmed and not a suicide bomber, and they shot him in cold blood.
The Police are, in my experience, a bunch of corrupt smug thugs who think the law doesn't apply to them, and this is a perfect example. The bastard that shot this poor guy had no justification, no one was in danger from him, and so the murdering copper that shot him needs to be tried for exactly that - murder, along with the senior coppers in charge, and the guy in overall control needs sacking.
Lets face it, they had the guy helpless pinned to a train seat, clearly unarnmed and not a suicide bomber, and they shot him in cold blood.
The Police are, in my experience, a bunch of corrupt smug thugs who think the law doesn't apply to them, and this is a perfect example. The bastard that shot this poor guy had no justification, no one was in danger from him, and so the murdering copper that shot him needs to be tried for exactly that - murder, along with the senior coppers in charge, and the guy in overall control needs sacking.
An Average Day
One of my favorite targets is stupid middle aged women in shitty cheap small engined cars. I had a slight bump this morning. We were tooling up the hill and there was a said brainless (she turned out to be a teacher - ive worked in and around teachers, the ones that work in primary schools know fuck all about anything, thats why kids get to 18 years of age and go to College with a vocabulary of about 35 words and the spelling skills of a retarded chimpanzee) woman in front in some contempable red pile of crapwith a 1200 cc engine, enough to power a packet of fags and thats all.
Anyhoo, we played 'brake stamping' halfway up a hill (because some other retard in a lorry hadn't worked out that trying to move 42 tonnes of rock 300 yards up a 1 in 6 hill requires more power than he has, and managed to stop at the top) , and i wasn't quick enough, and JUST caught her bumper with my headlamp. It broke my headlamp glass, side lamp glass and cracked the plastic bumper up (a bit more...). She stopped, just on the bend. Two hundred cars, lorries and vans immediately have to take avoiding action to get round us without taking my rear corner off.
I told her to move it further up, since I didnt want to die discussing the main snags of driving a car that cost less than a packet of crisps new and built with the production values of a bankrupt African banana republic.
The tard moved her heap of shit further up, where it was a bit safer, and we got out to inspect. I'd taken the most damage, all she had was a small 1/2 inch (yes, 1/2 inch, fuck metrication - if you dont know what an inch is then go buy a proper rule with inches on) scratch on the rear bumper
'You've WRECKED my car' she screeched, in that way that women who dont know the oil filler from the water filler screech.
Now , all it had on it was a small 1/2 inch scratch on the rear bumper. It was in fact a two year old Fiat Punto, but the thing was so dirty it would have passed for a stock car.
I couldn't be arsed to argue with her. Teachers are on of those groups of people who all have high IQ's and practically no common sense.
Couldn't be arsed to work more than four hours today after that, so I went home at two o'clock. There a Polish bird in the marketing dept who has a lovely spankable bum
and an unpronounceable name, shes about 24. I hung around watching her wobble round the room for about 40 mins, then went home to put on some nice black rubber gear.
Anyhoo, we played 'brake stamping' halfway up a hill (because some other retard in a lorry hadn't worked out that trying to move 42 tonnes of rock 300 yards up a 1 in 6 hill requires more power than he has, and managed to stop at the top) , and i wasn't quick enough, and JUST caught her bumper with my headlamp. It broke my headlamp glass, side lamp glass and cracked the plastic bumper up (a bit more...). She stopped, just on the bend. Two hundred cars, lorries and vans immediately have to take avoiding action to get round us without taking my rear corner off.
I told her to move it further up, since I didnt want to die discussing the main snags of driving a car that cost less than a packet of crisps new and built with the production values of a bankrupt African banana republic.
The tard moved her heap of shit further up, where it was a bit safer, and we got out to inspect. I'd taken the most damage, all she had was a small 1/2 inch (yes, 1/2 inch, fuck metrication - if you dont know what an inch is then go buy a proper rule with inches on) scratch on the rear bumper
'You've WRECKED my car' she screeched, in that way that women who dont know the oil filler from the water filler screech.
Now , all it had on it was a small 1/2 inch scratch on the rear bumper. It was in fact a two year old Fiat Punto, but the thing was so dirty it would have passed for a stock car.
I couldn't be arsed to argue with her. Teachers are on of those groups of people who all have high IQ's and practically no common sense.
Couldn't be arsed to work more than four hours today after that, so I went home at two o'clock. There a Polish bird in the marketing dept who has a lovely spankable bum
and an unpronounceable name, shes about 24. I hung around watching her wobble round the room for about 40 mins, then went home to put on some nice black rubber gear.
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