Showing posts with label womb-man. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Playing Around* 9


Oh! The Drama!

Staughton Lynd once told me, "Wesley, you have the unique ability to bring a minority opinion into a hostile audience". I did it again. Without regret. It's at the core of my personality. I'm glad to say I have a personality even with all the problems it brings. COVID shots and the cell phone have erased people's personalities, in my opinion.

I attended with a few of my music mates a songwriters symposium recently. It is wonderful to see a personal song written, arranged and performed. The inspiration and lead story tell whether it will be a sad, funny, celebratory song. It is amazing to be in a room with strong, thoughtful, though pretentious, creative people. There are plenty of blue hair nose ring warriors there who hate me because I was born with a penis. The social structure in this town is modeled on being in an all-girls high school lunch room. That is where these women live and behave all the time. Not my people, not even close.



I did my song 'One Dog'. Then I asked the audience what the song was about ( "a dog") I then explained it was about being rudely interrupted by girlfriend in any conversation I may be having with a woman. They barge in, completely dismiss me, lock eyes with the person I am talking to and both commence to talking at the same time. I explained it takes ten seconds for me to evaporate. When third girlfriend comes rumbling over I turn to smoke immediately. I have no business being in the company of three women all talking at the same time. The song is about rude girlfriends and the abuse they deal out to me. The song is about me, not dogs. This happens to me repeatedly, the cell phone culture made it worse. It's not a one-off.

I also told the audience I do this music work to be heard, not so much to entertain. I could see in their eyes most of them didn't understand the concept. They just love to be pandered to, and that is not my style. After a lifetime of constant dismissal, diminishment and insulting comments I am expected to soak up, I'm done with women's rude behavior. I am the abused one in this song. Not a person in the room grasped this fact.

What was the result of me publicly criticizing women in public? The name calling begins. I am called a misogynist (the other 'anti-Semite'). One of my music mates told me later "he doesn't want to be associated with me." OK. Thinking it over, the others never voiced any support for me at all, weasel-like shunning me. I do these provocative things to see who my friends are. It's obvious to me I won't be playing music with these men. Music is from the heart and my heart isn't in it anymore, fellas. They side with abusers and not the abused. These White Knights are afraid of women. I'm not. NEWS FLASH: Women are not special and deserve to be ridiculed when appropriate. The protective bubble of being a woman has to be popped. Feminism is a big reason why society is collapsing. Rude women are not tolerated by me.

Two important points in my defense. I said it will likely be the last time I perform this song and I was glad to get this complaint off my chest I've been carrying around for 50 years. Free speech is useless if unused. I don't know why making a more polite society is my duty. This rude behavior is presently getting in my way of meeting any woman.


I do want to publicly apologize to the bass player for the perceived set-up of his playing. I did not consider any other answer when he asked if I need his talents and I said 'Yes'. I now see I should have said 'No'. Some rotten tomatoes could have landed on him. I take full responsibility for performing the song, but thank you anyway.

Of course, I still believe there is a companion for me out there. I will meet her someday and I will be truly myself and she will take to me. I go through my daily life being pleasant to all and know not all women are rude obnoxious bitches, but I do recognize them and avoid them but will tell them when they match the description if pressed  Their emotional bullshit doesn't work on me. The one I find will be mature, have lived an interesting individual life, will grasp my frustrations, validate them, and treat me with respect and I will reciprocate. Life will be good, as long as all but one ignores me. I have moved out of my second chakra.

I've known a long time this society doesn't like someone sticking up for themselves. The ones you can't criticize oppresses you. I like me and refuse to buckle this entitled segment of society. It's a song of healing for me.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2025

I Want A Woman



I WANT A WOMAN …

1) that doesn't own a cell phone.

2) that doesn't talk without thinking.

3) that has one girlfriend.

4) that isn't shallow.

5) that can hold a conversation on many subjects.

6) that isn't condescending.

7) that isn't a snob.

8) that has resolved their Daddy issues.

9) that enjoys life, is grateful, and doesn't constantly complain.

10) that enjoys a man's company.

11) without a tattoo.

THEY DON'T EXIST, I KNOW. I'M SCREAMING INTO THE VOID.

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George Orwell once wrote women are always and inevitably on the side of the state. He wasn't being misogynistic, he was making a psychological observation. In his view, women, particularly in their role as caregivers and moral enforcers, tend to prioritize safety and compassion over risk and freedom, and that instinct, while natural, is easily weaponized by totalitarian systems. When conformity is marketed as compassion, control is rebranded as care, the state taps into the feminine psyche to enforce ideological obedience.

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Monday, January 15, 2024

No Luck


Swave and Deboner 
Nothing seems to work

1) I have my most recent blood test results in the glove compartment.

2) I would like a long term relationship - tonight.

3) You look startlingly like my ex-wife. Do you want to have sex? She didn't.


4) The Best Western in Appleton is beautiful this time of year.

5) Are there happy women? You are excellent.

6) Honey, I always take the side of the ex-husband.


7) Wow, you smell alive.

8) I would like to put my nose in all the wrong places.

9) I don't like your girlfriends. "You haven't met them". I still don't like your girlfriends.

10) It's time to put men on a pedestal. Don't you agree?

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Friday, August 18, 2023

Go Ahead. Make Me Laugh.


Break the addiction to female energy.

Women are not good friends. They will throw you under the bus in a heartbeat. Their survival skills are raw, sneaky and mean. Their power is the evidence you gave them and then you allow their judgement to affect your actions. Oh! the shame!!! Don't tell them a fucking thing. Ignore them, leave them with their cell phones 24 hours a day. This concept may be happening now. The cell phone is always there when her man is tired of her or she is bored with him, which is most of time. He can't keep up with the constant need for comfort and entertainment she demands. The cell phone gives that to her. Women can't hold a conversation any longer than to get a delicate piece of information from you. The subject matter they want to talk about, after the family roster, is blank. I have met few interesting women in my time, intellectually that is. Ten times more artsy fartsy cliche popular culture mirror look-at-me types. Nice hair, nothing underneath. The younger they are the more 'poser' they are, thinking they are clever. Seen it. The act is simply tiresome from older women. I snap back at the mean old bitches. They don't have a drop of estrogen in them. Never going to say a nice thing about me. Fuck'em.

There is no doubt in my mind 50 years of abortion promotion has resulted in two generations of guilt-ridden Super Moms. Mama Bears that think all the cubs are hers, pouring their hearts out with endless putrid bullshit emotion over the slightest evidence of sickness or pain. I see it everywhere. Every child is in a bubblewrap suit sterile world with screaming bossy Mom nearby. Beach Moms ruin the pleasant atmospere of blue sky, lapping waves and fine sand. Let the kid play. I have never seen a mother build a sand castle with their child. Where do nuerotic people come from? Nuerotic mothers.

I'm for cancelling official Mothers' Day. There isn't too much to celebrate. If you want to, and it's deserved, go right ahead.

Men talk like women. Men have been trained to think like women. Facebook was designed for women. Men on Facebook are women. All Google animals in the Google zoo. Some men want to be women. Men have killed over a woman. Men crawl through a desert of broken glass to get to their woman. Men take orders from these genetically modified invasive hormonal driven human species.

Why? Cost/benefit tells me it's a loser.

I'm going fishing.

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