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I just wrote a posting on the topic why so many land whales are getting fat.
It is also part of my personal story – so I think it belongs here as well:
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A second cause for obeseity besides simply “earing too much”
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Obesity has another cause that is hard to explain to someone who has not “been there” himself.I had my entire body poisoned from a contaminated building that I rented for my business. 13 years of torture.
No one in this world was able to tell me what was wrong. Not even the Doctors.
I had one poison that causes obesity, 5 that get stored in the body fat and one that was stored in muscles and bones.
I got bigger even with a very demanding athletic job. No training and no physical activity was able to make me lose a single gram of fat.
Before that started – I was always big but not obese. In the year 2000, I was 33 and looking like a “photo model”
The poison buildup made me gain 50 kg “on top”. But I still worked hard and effortless, like a heavy sports car with 500 horsepowers.
So one day, the swine flu triggered the release of the stored poison c~~~tail in my body…
To make a long story short:
I survived because I studied “environmental medicine” from the side of my bed.
Today: Still working in bed in front of a shielded 37 inch PC screen.
I found out about the chemical pollution as my body started reacting to anything and everything that had been stored in my business rooms. And now I have to live with MCS getting worse.
MCS – T 78.4 – “Multiple Chemical Sensitivity”, from overexposure to toxic chemicals.
In Canada, MCS is officially accepted as a “heavy and permanent disability”
Because: You become a walking forensic chemistry lab.
And you get sick in seconds after even the tiniest contact with anything that is poisonous or contains a trigger chemical.
I have a wideband MCS caused by “the worst of the pesticides” and their Dioxins plus Barium as “the one” heavy metal, also responsible for my electro-hyper-sensitivity… (EHS)
So whenever I cross women I can detect in a second, how much poison they have put on their skin, and their sweat “stinks it back out”.
Almost every “body lotion” today is made from “mineral oil”… Meaning the same oil that is used in your car. And this oil enters the skin… clogges up the artery, cloggs up brain tissue, causes stupidity, bad blood circulation in the brain leading to depression…
Mineral oil is nothing to have in your body, but women are full of it.
And the body sweats out the smelly reaction products. Their whole body stinks like tuna, acetone or vinegar…
Second thing: Most cosmetics contain “Phtallic anhydride”…. What?…
I am allergic to it. An LTT test for 450 Euros found that I am allergic to it on a cellular level…
7 of my “business room poisons” had the ability to dissolve rubber and PVC plastic. Setting the “phtallic plasticiser” free, to evaporate into the air. All of my electric cables – stored in these rooms – were stiff and crackled on movement after a continuous period of 4 months without fresh air.
(I was at home in bed while the “poison air” in my shop rooms destroyed the cables)
So now, smelling women with toxic PA-containing cosmetics is not even funny. I have to leave the room or risk suffocation by bleeding in my lungs.
Mostly they cause me to cough for hours after contact, having to get the “slime” out of my lungs.
But these chemicals also make me very aggressive in an instant. So why should it be any better is this s~~~ is applied directly to the skin of a woman…
And PA is known and accepted “endocrine disruptor” meaning that it f~~~s up the whole immune system, causing loss of libido, obesity, compulsive eating disorder, diabetes type 2…
Every piece of s~~~ lipstick, lotion, skin cream (German “Nivea” makes me “go up the wall”) and “body oil” contains PA and mineral oil also known as “paraffins”.
But tell a women that they should stop using this chemical s~~~, and they will argue with you for hours that it is you “that has a problem in the head”
They will not even admit that you might be right and that they would just have to do a google search on what you told then…
The they would then find out why they have become a stinking land whale with a compulsive eating disorder.You will not get a woman to even turn on her PC and verify that you are right in what you’ve said.
Because they are afraid of the truth and that they would have to stop using their favorite smell or change their habits.
That is not all:
Perfumes are one of the worst things that women voluntarily put on their skin. The times when perfumes were made from “french flower essence” are long gone. Only the most expensive perfumes are actually still made that way. And I don’t even react to these. Because they are natural.
But nowadays, scents are made from chlorine and phosphate pesticide derivatives. Like using insect killer spray as perfume because it “smells nice”.
Yeah, the industry knows how stupid women are, and that they buy it anyway. Men cannot talk sense into any woman.
Even someone with severe MCS is not “believed”.
I say to them that my body reacts to pesticides and that they have “insect killer” on their skin…
And they just shake their heads in disbelief. The hamster wheel is not capable to deal with a thought this complex…And then they go out and buy the next “well smelling” pesticide, to prove you wrong.
And women are so stupid in putting up toxic scent dispensers that make the entire house stinky. Even the whole furniture is soaked with “coughing agent”.
I would have to kick out any women like that on the first day. I would not survive the standard chemical attack women need to “feel beautiful”…
Here is where my book starts and why these chemicals even create a dependency on them in womens’ brains.
That is why they get mad “when they can’t use their perfume”. Today’s women are drug addicts without knowing it.
They need their personal “mind blowing” chemical in their body 24/7 to stay “stoned” and not get mad or feel discomfort.It is a chemical addiction, why women need “their” scent to live. And they feel bad without it.
But they would never admit it, for it takes many brain cells to understand the dynamics behind these matters.
If I had not been there myself, anyone could tell me that I am a fool.
But I have scientific studies behind my argumentation.
I’m just someone that can say: “Yes, the scientist are right”.And: The only women I ever found interesting were the ones not using cosmetics at all. They still have a couple of brain cells left. And they didn’t smell like tuna.
Last but not least:
All above said also applies to cellphone radiation. Contrary to what the industry claims, this radiation is not low.
Especially if stupid women hold “their smartphone-microwave-transmitter“ right next to their ovarian eggs and then wonder why they are infertile…
Cellphone radiation messes up nerve and brain function. That is surely the reason why today’s cellphone addicted ladies all have dead, motionless and plastic faces…
Cellphone radiation is “pulsed” and reaches every part of the body, knocking out calcium from the cells… and messing up the hormone balance.
Women glued to their “pulsed microwave transmitting device” also known as “smartphone” are no longer able to feel anything. Including love and affection. No empathy? I know why.
That is the forth factor messing up today’s women. “Smart” are the ones no using a “smartphone”.
And it is also the reason why women of my age, that used to be “nice girls” are just as f~~~ed up as their daughters. They do the same things and use the same products as their daughters do.
Welcome to the toxic age. More next time on “MGTOW against the Matrix”…
If you want to know what cellphone “microwave radiation” really does to your body, just watch this guy:
He speaks the truth:
I have been there – felt it in my body, and my house is now shielded.
Barrie Trower is pure GOLD and watching this 2 hour interview can be the most valuable 2 hours you ever spent:
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Since my mother and my sister used to stick together there was not much room for me…
Yes, mothers and sisters form a pussy connection. And there is absolutely no possibility for you “the valueless son” to get in between that. If something needs to be done, the son having full knowledge of the topic is not being believed until his sister convinces their mother.
Best example, this really happened: My mother had a water boiler that was 37 years old and had corrosion holes in it’s case.
I told her that fixing it is out of the question and that this appliance is a fire and health hazard with the 230 Volt contacts exposed…
She just wiped it away…
I made a 6-figure income from serving the “high-society” with electronic repairs – But my statement was not worth considering.
While I started to get worried about something happening to any person or the appliance causing a fire, I had to convince my oldest sister that this thing needs replacing. (The second sister that I don’t have a war with)
After my sister talked to my mother she “would let me do her a favor” and “let me replace the unsafe water heater”
It is so disgusting that:
On one hand, the “high-society” buys the most expensive stuff from you and they are also very satisfied with your installations… And I did cable TV-systems for housing complexes of up to 120 apartments…
…And on the other hand: Your own mother needs confirmation of another pussy, just to have something replaced for free, because she only pays the “dealer price” and no work hours…
I have hundreds of stories like that. My mother believed some of her bitch beauty shop customers more than her son. I guess she never realized how much I started to look down on her over the years.
I would have done her millions of favors and would have equipped her household “top-notch” if she would have been at least a little cooperative and not always looking for approval elsewhere.
It’s like being a Formula 1 racing driver and you own mother asks another stupid and coyote ugly village land whale “Do you think that my son can drive me to the doctor? Or shall I rather take a taxi?
I even had to CONVINCE my mother to upgrade her analogue satellite dish to digital. She asked my sister: Do you really think that they are stopping analogue TV? …
I did it just to avoid her nagging, when the TV would shut off… And ONLY because it is going to be my house and I am there “for keeping it intact”.
Not one time did I hear two magic words: “Please” and “Thank you”…
Sometimes she would even nag during work so I would drop my tools and return only after the word “please” and maybe – after she was told by my sister what it will cost if she called a professional.
Never realizing that her son IS the professional, and that “high-earners” pay him 80 Euros pr hour for the same work.
Yes, most women are beyond repair. Sad that there is no such thing for them like the “Recylinghof” (Collection site for recyclable materials)
Probably because the can’t be recycled. Only lions, panthers and mangina masochists could use them.
Every bitch in your life is one bitch too many.
so I had to improvise and create my own free spaces.
Yes I conquered my living space in this house here. It it were for my selfish NPD mother I would get a tiny cabin in the basement while she resides on 3 apartments with her stupid and stinky cats ripping it all apart.
I ignored the bitching and put up my claim. Saying: If you want any repairs done to the house then you rather give me these rooms to live in. If they had kicked me out, the house would have been burned down by my stupid mother by now. Or it would have gone into “foreclosure” (Under the hammer) because no one would have put in any work in to keep it intact and my “messy” mother would have sunken in trash and debt by now.
But this house is relatively new (and poison free) and buying it would mean something like 400 k-Euros.
My mom wanted me to become a gentleman and believed in good manners, it took me years to strip that off. I recognized most of what I was tought was of any use and that I would get screwed over all the time if I would have lived by those rules, but somehow the nice guy in me is still there but not for women.
Women do expect a gentleman but would rather f~~~ with Chad. The definition of a gentleman if used by a woman is just a disposable willing servant, when used by a man I think it rather applies to a man with morals, integrity and honor.I actually became the hyper Gentleman. To every living creature. My business balances are proof for that. I can put them up for feminists to see…
Even to women I was a gentleman, but with one big difference:
When they tried to unpack the dog’s leash for putting it around my neck, I sent them back to Chad.
AWALT was my experience. So this topic is sort of “written off”
Blame shaming me for not doing anything for them…
They get the same “texts and arguments” that I write down here in these forums.
No difference, not even in the way the sentences are put together.
That Is how I happen to know what my reports and stories cause in womens’ brains.
(If they even have one, or what is left of it.)
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I’m enjoying myself reading your introduction. One thing that you can agree with me on is that all women are completely nuts it’s just the degree to which they are crazy. I didn’t grow up with a sister and after hearing your story I’m happy to not. Have you got to listen to red pill Germany yet on YouTube? He’s a really funny guy maybe you should check out his videos. Anyway look forward to seeing some more from you soon. I hope your pain is better.
I can see their heads have been twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth. Bob d
I’m enjoying myself reading your introduction. One thing that you can agree with me on is that all women are completely nuts it’s just the degree to which they are crazy. I didn’t grow up with a sister and after hearing your story I’m happy to not. Have you got to listen to red pill Germany yet on YouTube? He’s a really funny guy maybe you should check out his videos. Anyway look forward to seeing some more from you soon. I hope your pain is better.
Hello Tattoodave,
Thanks, just yesterday I found „Red Pill Germany“ and started watching.
What this man says, is pure gold:
A video about “Dead beat mothers” and how a man has the luxury of not growing up with female interference. And that the world’s most evil leaders were “mama’s sons”…
He is right. My “most complicated” male customers were also “mothers’s boys”…
One can be jealous of you for not having had a sister. Can’t turn back the time. And I comfort myself with saying: What other men had to suffer after they were married, was delivered to me early in life. When I turned 23 all women crap was “behind me” and from then on, I was able to take control of my life.
But if I had had a “picture perfect childhood” maybe I would have become such a “blue pill” man that the suffering would have begun at 23… And maybe the bitch would have run me down completely by now. Even killing me.
I have this “weakness” that I have to help everyone. Extinguishing fires, helping my former boss with money for his divorce (He paid back on time) and so on. Friends can call me in the middle of the night if they have a breakdown or accident…
For me it is easy to be “taken advantage of”. And women do that, just to make a fool of you and not even knowing “the magic word” after the fact.
My cousin said this once in 1990: “Mothers, sisters and other four legged beings…” , as the yelling SPL (Sound Pressure Level) in his room went over the limit.
I turned it into “Mothers, Sisters and other Pets”, to get into a rhyme with “Cats”.
It is the nicest thing to say in front of a group of feminist women… I got addicted to these irritated reactions and faces they put on. You can hear women’s brains rattling when they try to decode what they just heard you say…
But it is his honor of inventing this 2nd part of the phrase. It was my mindset, that he carried on. It took him until 2014 to get married to a female electrician and colleague. One unicorn off the market.
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As for me, since most of the barium is out of my body, the pain is no longer the problem. It is the permanent exhaustion. Like lying under a lead plate. All limbs are heavy most of the time. And coffee or energy drinks will only lead to feeling a little stronger.My Barium poisoning has been found like 3 years too late.
But now, my doctor agrees with me that vegetable salad and energy drinks saved my life.
Barium poisoning has the bad habit of causing a body wide inflammation. Meaning that after some 2 hours of work, the whole body is “red” on the inside, and you have to rest for it to heal again.
It can be seen on all thin skin parts of my body: Eyes, mouth and penis. They turn less and more red in color depending on my “state of energy”.
Like the magic eye tube of an old 1950s radio.
And energy drinks contain Taurine, which is a detoxifying agent in the liver that gets inhibited by heavy metals. So “Monster-Energy” does really detoxify, that is why people feel so good after drinking it.
And “Taurine” is an inflammation inhabitant as well. Good to get over 1950s “BaCl2 rat poison”…
And “Monster Zero” still has “Glucuronolactone” is its mixture. Drinking this stuff made me feel well. (It is the only sugar-free drink without aspartame in it, that still has Glucuronolactone as well as Taurine)
And here is why: It said in the “verdict paper of the Frankfurt wood preservative scandal trial of 1993” that “Glucuronic Acid” takes PCP out of the body by turning it into something that the liver can separate and take out of your blood…
And “vegetable salad” stabilized the Potassium drop, also caused by Barium…
My heart beat had stopped for a few seconds, because the doctor ordered me to come without breakfast on that day… But only now I know, 3 years later, why going there without breakfast made my potassium drop… and my heart beat stop… (No energy drink and no salad on that morning)
Barium causes lung deterioration, internal bleeding and yeast infections of the intestinal tract… Like it kills the rats…
Been there too and that could be healed. Except for the lungs, I’m definitely not what I used to be…
But there is no antidote against Dioxins, that were in the “organochlorine pesticides” that were surrounding me. I took a total of 50 million breaths in these rooms.
PCP wood preservative comes with a s~~~load of all types and derivatives of dioxins and furans.
And they cause dementia, hollowing out your brain.
That is what the Vietnam War veterans have:
They also got contaminated with dioxins, contained in “Agent Orange”.
Vietnamese people still suffer the effects of these dioxins. The half life of most of these dioxins is 10 to 15 years. So I need to live 150 more years…
This left me with a ruined blood-brain barrier. Meaning that toxins can enter my brain whenever they like. That includes women’s pesticide perfumes and plasticiser based skin lotions.
This allergy f~~~ed up all of my technical hobbies. Welding and painting cars is now a thing of the past.
And I also got a s~~~load of Permethine and Endosulfane, causing the Gulf War Syndrome and the standard “farmer pesticide depression”.
4 different types of poisoning. I was a 1000 percent healthy and I would have been a 1000 percent deal for any woman… But now I try to recover as good as I can.
By passing on my entire story, I may save someone’s life. If I had known why I always started to sneeze when entering these rooms… I would still be OK.
People said to me: “Oh, you just get hay fever as you get older”
No – It wasn’t “hay fever”, it was poison. Now I know better.
My advice to you:
Has your doctor made some effort of taking these heavy metals out of your body?
DMPS or DMSA go a long was in grabbing them and removing them from your body. My baium pain stopped a few weeks later.
Do you have your house checked? Furniture and wooden building structures were often soaked with pesticides, stabilizers, flame retardents and plasiticisers. They evaporate for decades. PCP is still legal in the USA, and arsenic wooden preservatives are also everywhere.
I’ve read about cases in which antigue furniture caused the back pain in people living with them.
Or toxic carpets causing MCS.
Just google “Cindy Duehring” for her book “Toxic Carpets”.I am just “one stage” before her – living in isolaton “most of the time”. Spending just a few hours in a big city f~~~s me up for days at a time.
If you are not sure about your place then it is easiest to collect 7 day-old house dust and send it to an online “environmental analysis laboratory”. Costing something around 200-300 Euros for heavy metals and the same for wood preservatives. If you have any suspicion that your house may contribute to your pain, then it is a good idea to google information on the types of pesticides they used in U.S. Buildings.
I know almost all about what they used here in Germany, but the same does not apply to your country.
Or get an expert to take air samples. But have them come in the hot summer time.
Most pesticides will stay put until 20 degrees centigrade is reached. And then they come out and fill the air. So measuring in the winter time is useless. The expert will also see if you have any kind of “known contaminants” as building materials.The easiest test is: Go on a longer vacation, staying outside most of the time… If the pain goes away or gets better, then you know what to do…
If you don’t get stung by mosquitoes, then you have something in your blood… After 16 years of mosquito-free life I get stung for the first time in 2016…
Here, you can see what the chemicals leaving my body were able to do to my keys.
Dissolve rubber, take away the chrome, rust these keys so bad that they almost got stuck in the ignition lock. The VW-Bus key doesn’t operate the lock anymore. And the brass “house keys” (not in the picture) are “eaten away” by many 10ths of millimeters.
And that was only what came out of the tiny part of my body where the pocket is…
Pants and shoes were also short lived…
Or take a look at these Euro coins that spent 2 weeks in my pocket. The one closest to my body has all the silver etched away.
And see the red fingers from handling and cleaning contaminated items like that.
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If they had kicked me out, the house would have been burned down by my stupid mother by now.
Average women in the most cases are not fond of handling complicated technical devices, nor would they mind how they function, for them they just have to function, there´s this lack of wanting to know things and how they work…so you could help yourself, remember “Sendung mit der Maus” it was only me watching that.., not my sister. If you try to explain stuff to them, they´re not wanting to know ,it must be their biology and why should they bother what a man created for them, there´s enough of them willing to serve, there´ll be men repairing the s~~~ for them over and over, women just don´t know how to value things in the right way and they dgaf, smiles don´t pay!
If you start to explain something you´ll sense how they lack the will for understanding, I often stop then and say something like:
“This is to prevent further mishaps, so if you want this never to happen again you better listen…….”, or “Next time I´m not here to help you”. I do this in a strict daddy way that helped in the most cases and continues too.
From my side no more comforting women, if it has nothing to do with money and getting paid ($) I refuse to help.Or take a look at these Euro coins that spent 2 weeks in my pocket. The one closest to my body has all the silver etched away.
I´m observing something weird with myself, if I wear silver jewelery (long ago I used to wear a silver pentagram on a necklace) it turns black within a week (oxidation) and I can´t wear battery driven watches… I suck them out, none of the 5 watches I had lasted longer than 1.5 yrs when I wore them, most of them only did 6 months…wondered ever where this comes from, if I had too much surplus money & time I´d like to figure why that is….
Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. Friedrich Nietzsche
So here is Part 2 of my introduction:
.This part is 18 “regular DIN A4 pages” long and is about a special part of my life as a young child.
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This was the most solid basis of my MGTOW career.The pictured events are not for the faint hearted. It is the truth about women, and how they treat boys that are smarter than they are.
And the sick and evil ways with which they try to break a boy’s good personality to turn him into an obedient slave.
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The main time span was between 1974 and 1978, but the story starts at 1967.
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.But, to put everything into perspective, I have to start at the beginning of my life.
Born in 1967, I have 2 sisters, one 7 years older and the other one 15 years older than me.
We are all 7 to 8 years apart. My oldest sister was left behind in East Germany when my parents escaped. They couldn’t take her with them. Everyone crossing the Berlin border with a child was double checked and jailed upon discovery. And so, a few years later, my grandmother brought my oldest sister across the Berlin border, almost weeks before the wall was built.
So my grandmother had to stay here in the West. She couldn’t return or she would have gone to jail for leaving the country and for delivering my sister to her parents.
My parents had already settled in some way, but the living space was overcrowded. Since they had not planned for 2 more people. Especially not for a narcissistic and bossy grandmother right within the same apartment with my parents and my oldest sister. So there was always conflict in the air. My grandmother had already brainwashed and influenced my oldest sister to be “her child” and to have a low opinion about her “lazy bum” father, which was absolutely false.
My grandmother hated my father. As she hated all men, including her own, with whom she had divorced years before. Main objective was, that any man that got in between her and her enslaved daughter (my mother) would get attacked and “bitten away”. So my father was under attack around the clock.
Since my oldest sister was the reason “he had to marry the bitch with her bossy grandmother” and that she would always take the side of my bossing grandmother he hated them both.My father hated them like hell. They would nag at him constantly and he would lose his temper all the time.
This lead into clashes of violence, my father beating up my oldest sister and even throwing her out the window one day.
My father was always the bad guy, because everybody would see and hear his violence. The women were always “in the right” and so “it was all his fault”. The blame shaming never stopped until today.
Nobody saw how much the women had provoked the hell out of him before he exploded.
That was at the start of the 1960s.
At the same time when grandmother and my oldest sister had arrived, my middle sister was born.
So the living conditions got even worse.
My father didn’t want more kids because we were refugees that had to start from scratch and we would need more time to rebuild. But my mother had bullied him into “one more child”, against his will.
Anyway, my middle sister became the princess of my father. Understandably, because he only had enemies (3 women) around him, and he wanted to be a hero for her. He was glad to have an ally, someone that liked him and that wouldn’t spit on him. Or he wanted to keep my middle sister from
becoming the same way as her mother and grandmother were. I will never know…But one serious thing happened all along. Research has shown, that babies can get traumatized inside the womb from family fighting and loss of sleep.
The adrenaline shocks get transferred to the baby.
The constant fighting inside the family till deep into the night must have left it’s mark on my middle sister. It is the pre-programming for NPD and BPD.As a baby she would scream endlessly and this would never stop. As a toddler, she way always aggressive and would throw things around, yelling and behaving badly. But she was a “sweet and beautiful girl” so everybody gave her “the pussy pass”. She could pour something on the floor – without any punishment – and my oldest sister was forced by her father to clean it up.
My father treated my middle sister as “his little princess”.
So my “sweet long blonde hair” middle sister had the pussy pass for everything.
And she had the maximum “borderline genes” already in her.
And then it happened: My father now wanted a son.
He was giving it a third try. 7 years later, after the family had gone into a more stable phase.
His son (me) came into the world. He was enthralled to finally have a son… And my princess sister was dethroned. She suddenly had to share her attention with “this baby”…
And at the same time, school had started for her. So her life took a turn for the worse and she projected it all on me.
On top of that, my parents were never good at housework. So they gave her little princess daughter to order to change my diapers.
Making my problem worse, she hated me to hell and beat me up as a baby, when nobody saw her. The black spots were taken as a normal happening… I was pinched, yelled at and treated like a piece of meat on the butcher’s table.
Nobody in the family would want to really take notice or do something about it.
Her cursing about the piece of s~~~ baby: “I wish that that piece of s~~~ was dead…” wasn’t the only thing she shouted so loud that the customers of my mother’s beauty shop could hear it from 2 rooms away.
My oldest sister was around till 1971. She would always go in between when my middle princess sister would become extremely violent. Things like, kicking me around like a soccer football or kicking me in the ass on the edge of the staircase, so I would “fly” or slide down these old slippy wooden stairs.
I can still do that without getting hurt. Good education for life…
I became a master of survival. Including finding a “scream frequency” that would penetrate the door to the room of my oldest sister… She was always my life saver when it got too extreme.
I happened to be “highly gifted” and would analyze second by second what my sister was up to.
Watching the angle of her devilish eyes, predicting every reaction, foreseeing every bad intent… Me against a predator, sent by mother and grandmother “to educate” me. They sometimes grinned when my middle sister was chasing me around to “punish me” for whatever. Sometimes I would get punished for being alive and making a sound. Silence was paramount, not to “wake the lion”. Or remind my predator sister of my existence.
If I made a sound then it p~~~ed her off. Even though I was a quiet child that even hated screaming children… I even knew that my parents were under “professional” stress. But of course, later I found out how homemade, no “c~~~made” that stress actually was.
As a child I had already developed a considerate way of reducing “maintenance” for me by my parents. I was a calm and fast learning “non maintenance” child, even fixing broken household items.
But right before that: As the “diaper change” was always a life threatening situation, I started to use the toilet at age 1 and a half. They couldn’t believe it. But I remember “the moon landing” at age 2 so my memories are intact. And they concur with what customers told me.
In spite of me taking care of myself, my parents would still put me in a child stable or “cage”.
Nobody came and took care when my diaper was full.
And then I punished them: I took it off, because I was a person with the need for cleanliness…
And I would paint all of my stable with s~~~. Until the stink alerted them. My repeated offer was:
“Me use toilet” and so I was free to go.Exploring the world when my sister was at school and couldn’t hurt me. At age 3, I would start hobbies that caught the attention of my mother’s customers. Building Lego houses that resembled big shopping centers, parking areas that were fully capable of driving in out with my “Matchbox” cars…
Electric light, wired up with scotch tape and the battery in a separated compartment. And a lego-block as a switch. People took notice of that and I became a hero-child in the village.
Showing off all of my “new creations” to as many people as I could. Good, it was compensation for being declared by my sister “a useless dumb and retarded piece of s~~~” behind closed doors.
And my parents would even join in to “the criticism game” my sister played so well.
My middle sister manged to shift her “pussy pass” in a different direction: Manipulating the people of my family against me. And so “everything she said, was “considered as true”. And so I was her “retarded and underdeveloped” brother. And everybody joined in.
Me becoming “the star” among the customers was like making a counter fire. At age 4, people would tell me things like: “Oh, you’re gonna go far. You will make a renowned architect”or “here goes our new inventor”…
“Oh, he will be the next chancellor”, because reading the newspaper got me fit in politics.
And I started to collect maps. And a world atlas lead to me being the “quiz king” for knowing all countries, continents and big cities of the globe. Like the status of Hongkong. Of course I would look up how far my toys had traveled just so I can take them apart. And also the places where my model cars were made… People outside the family were always happy to see me. And they could talk to me like an adult.
For clarification:
In that stage of my life. My mother had her beauty shop in a rich-people area, which later became my business area… These were the customers that actually admired me.
We moved to the stupid land whale area at around 1974 and then I had a whole village of stupid short minded land whales and female school teachers against me…
But life inside the family was “f~~~ed up because of pussy”. And them never understanding anything. Even stupidly grinning when my King Kong sister was hitting me…
No protection. Except for my oldest sister – she was the only sane woman in my family.
As she left In 1971, I was suddenly alone, without any protection from my borderline bitch middle sister.
Like: “Oh my God, help me to survive” or “What will I do now, without my oldest sister…”
And so – out of fear and driven be adrenaline I became a fighter. And I would retaliate. She would kick me in the b~~~~ “full on” and I would smash her with a chair. But I had to learn that first. My first chair-throwing experiments backfired because the weight would make me fall over to the back.
So I had to learn how to attack her with a chair. My father did that “so well” that I – as much as I hated violence – did the same to get the same results. My sister should run. At first she laughed: “Oh my retarded brother is too stupid to even imitate his asshole father”… But after I had practiced “family combat techniques” she yelled “Oh, he is as violent as his asshole father, he will become a retarded jailbird”. Women are just disgusting.
Yes, she had recruited a 5 year old that was capable of throwing chairs and setting fires with gasoline. A 7 year old, that mixed household chemicals and “35 percent hydrogen peroxide” form the beauty shop with intend to find something that explodes.
Yes, spray cans go off in a gasoline fire. And hairspray is a nice torch. But these skills were developed later. My sister was lucky that we didn’t have internet back then, or I would have sent her into oblivion… Making it look like an accident…
But at age 4, I had to fight for my self. And I became more and more self aware of my qualities, because even high-society people would accept me and approve of what I was doing. And they liked me as child. Some of them even became jealous of not having a “son like that” herself, compensated by another super-rich family wanting to adopt me.
I was asked: Would you want to go? There you will be a big banker and inherit millions…
I said: I will not leave my mama alone in this hell…
The reality was: I had became comfortable in this war zone. Like an adrenaline addiction.
I had gone “over my fear and into the fighting age”. I started to look down on my sister.
Because:
I knew that I would “make it to the top”.
Clear to see, that I wasn’t going to be what she wanted me to become.
As a child I developed a sort of internal invulnerability. She couldn’t insult me deeply anymore. She would only cause fear, for she was 8 years older and bigger.
I got into a little fight with her cat every once in a while and was scratched on my upper leg or some other body part. I guess all children do that.
But: She stood there yelling “Come my pussy baby, scratch him his eyeb~~~~ out…” as if to motivate the cat to cause me extreme harm.
And it would seem that her cat would even comply. (Making the cat nervous like that lowered the attack threshold, so the danger was real, I would always deescalate the situation but this time I got scratched “badly and bloody” because my sister was yelling)
Poor cat. I took on “this declaration of war” but knew that the cat itself wasn’t to blame. But from then on, the cat didn’t have “any quiet hours” anymore. The cat was not tortured but ran away from me, chasing it “the smart way”, protecting my self from “getting scratched and losing my eyesight”.
Man, I still remember this red remote controlled car with a 3 m cable, even reaching under the big bed. Yes, cats cause scratches on cars… And it took so many battery’s lives…
This cat was my sister’s cuddly toy. She was petting and stroking it while kicking after me. But my remote car and my water pistol was a secret counter weapon, when nobody saw it.
They only wondered why this cat suddenly got nervous and ran out when I was in the room. As a young toddler, an attacking cat can be dangerous, especially with adult around that make it more nervous and willing to attack. So, I had to win this fight in order to put my almighty King Kong sister in her place.Happy end: The cat ran off and found a new wealthy home in “rich-people-village”.
First thing to learn: To women, cats are worth more than humans.
And so she had lost another battle, which is a “life-long matter” for a borderline…
I would start make fun of her, just to let off steam. She was p~~~ed off at certain things I did and so I did them on purpose.
In the early 1970s we had a TV commercial on that featured a funny, battery operated toy robot. And the phrase used as a slogan became my way of conditioning my sister.
Let’s change the story to the Duracell rabbit, for my privacy protection, because everybody who knows me also knows this part. But it is a very large battery manufacturer, one of the biggest competitors to Duracell, and I think that the “toy rabbit campaign” was a direct answer to this funny “walking robot” commercial.
I was a heavy battery consumer as I would build my own lamps and modify toy cars. And so this commercial hit my interests. As I was also a fan of this brand of batteries, because they really lasted longer.
So I copied every little motion of the funny little toy robot and exactly the monotone and robotic voice in which this slogan was used. And I could do it “right in the middle of life” and immediately return to normal.
I watched my sister getting p~~~ed off about my “electrical skills” and she hated my stuff. And she hated my batteries. I knew that. And she started to hate this commercial. So much that she tried to convince my parents to send me out of the room, every time this commercial came on.
But this backfired: While it played, I imitated it all alongside and wouldn’t stop until I was allowed to rejoin.
So not a single day passed when I saw my sister and made these robotic moves with that robotic voice. And it always sounded the same, and I could repeat it like a sequencer or drum computer.
I found out that this was a way to expose her violent ways to the outside world. In the years before, she would wait for everybody to leave the room and then hit me for whatever reason she had in her hamster wheel.
But seeing me doing “this” got her off so bad, that she hit me in front of others.
So then it became obvious that “this sister is endangering the son” that daddy always wanted.
Others could see, that she hits me for no real reason. And always she hit me worse than normal “games between siblings”. Dark black spots were always there.
Instead of helping me, “mother bitch” used tons of medical ointment on my black spots.
One time at age 3, I was kicked in the butt so bad that the doctor had to sew it.
Things like this happened until I started throwing furniture…
And use my psychological and hypnotic “battery commercial” weapons…
Things calmed down a little, because I controlled her emotions and displayed them for others to see.
So she would sometimes get a big preaching not to beat her brother so bad…So, dear readers, forgive me if I sometimes refer to BPD and NPD chicks as “machines”.
They run after you with King Kong might and they can’t be stopped unless you use very tricky programming or massive counter-force on them.
For a toddler half the size of his predator sister it is like running away from “Terminator”.
Yes, women are erotic – for masochists and adrenaline addicts.
One day after a vicious fight, I was so down that I climbed up on the window sill, not actually wanting to jump down, but saying “Next year, I will jump”. She replied “It’s better if you jump now so we don’t have to feed you and waste money on you for another year” I came down from the window sill and had become “one step smarter”. I got to know her real materialistic motives. Making it easier to see that all other reasons for criticizing me were just lies. She didn’t want to share resources. That’s also why she always freaked out when customers gave me a present. She was only given money so she would leave and run to the grocery store. That way customers had “their peace”. They wanted me around and not her unnerving princess allures.
Lesson 1: Women are only problem factors and will cause nothing but drama
Lesson 2: Women are extremely materialistic and jealous over status symbols
Lesson 3: They are aggressive as hell, and try to ruin your capabilities
So: At age 7, I was at the point of having to go to school.
– There are many smaller “sub-stories” to this, that I will be posting “some other time” –
Having to go to school was a very fine and new experience for me. Even the rich people’s kids accepted me in some way for my adult appearance. I grew very fast and was 1 to 2 heads taller than the rest.
Even now, 1,90 meters is large, compared to my age group. That’s why I was probably saved from being picked on. Maybe it was the biological reaction of my body to the constant threat of a bigger predator.
The faster I would outgrow my sister, the sooner I would reach a peaceful state. I had become tall very soon and then the rest of me continued to grow…
Back then, my parents had to buy new clothes all the time. “Oh if he keeps on growing he’s gonna be 2,50 meters as an adult”. “Oh, what an expensive boy”, meaning I was causing them hardship. Yes, having less money for junk and fur coats…
But I immediately converted this to “counter-threat material” by saying to my sister: “Wait, when I’m 2,5 meters tall, I will throw you out the window.” And she didn’t laugh anymore.
The first half year in school was wonderful. We had “the only nice female teacher I had ever come across” and there was not a single problem in school. For I knew, school would get me out of poverty.
But in mid 1974, my parents moved to another village where they had built the house.
For me it was the beginning of tragedy. I had to switch schools. From an open minded big city school to a village “behind the hill” school.
Hard to explain. But they don’t want any non-dialect-speaking “foreigners” here. The school was dominated by “the local incest circle” and every intruder was rejected like hell and was exposed to maximum bossing and harassment.
More so, if “the intruder” happened to be smarter and taller than they were.
Hell from the first day on. My body size protected me somewhat and so they always came in groups.
But here is how it happened:
During the construction phase of our house, the interest rate for the mortgage suddenly doubled. It was the mid 70s interest rate shock, with which the socialists tried to regulate the economy but only succeeded in “starting Germany’s decline”.
But suddenly, our house had become a financial burden. My parents were thinking about selling it and so they were looking for buyers. Among the potential buyers was the teacher that later became my 1st grade class teacher here in the local school.
After a while, my parents had figured out a way to keep the house and so the offer was withdrawn.
The woman got mad at our family because she were not able to pick up this nice big house “for cheap”.
But my parents were too stupid to figure out the this teacher would take revenge on their son. But this happened. Nobody told me until the late 90’s…
I didn’t know that this teacher-pussy was against me from the start. For private reasons and not because of any fault I had on my side.
In 1st grade, we had school books that had to be “written into” without the need for external paper blocks or folders. So she could see that my math book was already filled out months ahead… Yes, the quality of education was better where I came from and I was completely bummed out be getting criticized for that, openly and in front of the class:
“Who do you think you are? You think that you are something better”
“You are s~~~. You only do what I tell you to do, is that clear?” …
“I want to slap this book in your face”…(Swinging her hand with the book in a big half-circle – as if she would hit me)
Really, just as violent, bossy, loud and incalculable as my sister.
I was put down in front of the class just because the school I came from had advanced further and was “weeks to months ahead” in the subject matter.
Same was with writing. In the big city school they were training us to do writing in block letters.
I was doing this with print quality. I can still do “standard technical writing” free-handed, without a drawing template.
But in the village school they taught the kids the old-school type of writing. An adult using this “font” nowadays would get laughed at.
Instead of seeing how good I was, she yelled at me, that I have to comply and to do what the others do.
I told her: “I’m innocent, it’s just the same writing that they used in newspapers and I started to read at age 5”She loudly bursted out in front of the class: “We all know that your are a smart ass. Either comply or the whole class will kick your ass!”
Literally, word by word. They should abolish women teachers. Today, I would sue the state of Hessen for the unlawful behavior of this teacher.
She gave me some kind of deadline “to relearn within a few days” or I would face consequences…
So, these days passed and I did my best to please the tyrant. Of course, no help from home. My sister was just waiting for ammunition. And my parents gave a s~~~.
She was still not pleased although I was already better than the average student in her class. But it seemed to me that she was just wanting to find something to use against me.
So it happened that this teacher incited the entire class “to give it to me” during the school break.
“Please class, teach him a lesson in the next break”
Like a hunt, The bell rang and I ran out. But they caught on and circled me. Good, I knew that I had a superior personality and intelligence and so they had no right to injure me. I was up against 15 to 30 little bastards…
I would do what I had learned fighting my sister. Jump on the one with the most stupid face and telling others “that he’s gonna die” because he is not worth s~~~ anyways…”
The have never seen such a reaction before. I memorized these faces that were involved in this. And after they had split up, days later I would suddenly approach them as single persons and say “What’s up coward, wanna beat me now?”
“The next time you join in this club, I will get you later, one by one”…And after school I would map the whole village like a topographic map with street names and houses… And the places where my enemies were living in. I had followed them.
And they were told: I know where you live, next time you feel strong in a group… Think about it. I will burn down your parents’ house with gasoline… And there is nothing you can do about it, in your sleep… Hahahahahah…
That went on for weeks and months until they didn’t circle me anymore in the schoolyard.
When getting circled I had no hesitation to take my schoolbag and use it as a weapon. Some of these little bastards must have had the annoyance of explaining to their parents what had happened and why they had a bruise on their head.
Then they were told: Leave this guy alone, he is dangerous. Of course they wouldn’t tell their parents what they did to me first. And that it was actually a miracle that I stopped my personal decay that this woman teacher had forced on me. She wanted me “down below” and she got a fighting MGTOW instead. She didn’t know that his boy had conquered a dominant and violent borderline sister before and that her unjust, intriguing and hypocrite ways were just a “repeat operation” for me.
Even years later, the yelling and bitching of this teacher – toward anything that she didn’t like – was heard hundreds of meters away. Long years after my stay in this school she was still yelling and bitching. Nobody kicked her out. Society is sick. She would have deserved a bullet. I heard about other kids having the same problems with her…
She was destroying the lives of children. There is definitely something wrong with Germany’s school system. Someone allowed her to practice her way of teaching for so long. But the story gets worse…
Her husband had committed suicide at the end of the 1970’s. To me it was clear:
Lesson 4: Women and marriage can bring death.
Because: From the “house sale intend” meetings my parents had with him years before, I remembered her husband as a nice and considerate person…
Poor guy.
The other female teachers were not as abusive but I had my place “above” any hierarchy that the students had among themselves. Of course, I was an outcast. But whenever someone was nice and “normal” to me I was like a polite adult. Nobody outside could tell that I was an outcast at school.
Teachers had no real control over me anymore. The same treatment I had previously given to my sister was applied to them. Not with the battery commercial… that would have been stupid…
But with something a lot better:I was beginning to get interested in building bombs. Of course at age 8, I was far from actually having the knowledge and the technical capabilities of really building one. But the circuit diagrams passed their visual test. They could see clearly that I was able to draw functioning circuit of a mechanical time bomb.
One more thing helped: One night I was watching “Colombo” or the “Rockford Files” and there was a construction drawing of a time bomb that terrified everyone in that movie…
There you go. My technical drawings suddenly had the same “typical terrorist prototype look” on them.
Because this was my “respect sustaining mechanism”.
Meaning: “Incite the class against me again and I will blow up the entire school”
Making such artful drawings and then asking teachers with an innocent look in my face: “What you do think? How can I optimize the fire spreading mechanism of my new creation?” “Is it better to use gasoline or lighter fluid?”
And they would find packages with “crayon and pencil sharpener dust” in them that looked like gun powder.
I said: “Well, it’s about to go off… goodbye”…
I could feel shivers running down their spines… And it gave me a soothing feeling.
They took that seriously. And I gave them back the adrenaline they gave my by sending the class to hit me 30 against one. Women always need a bomb to cure them.
They wanted to get rid of me, but they couldn’t: My grades were still “too good”. All B’s and a few C’s… The “prime state school agency” said: Sorry, we can’t help you, “this student” is too good in all subjects…
And in 1976, the teachers were “out of nerves”, I triggered their borderline fears. The gave the dean the ultimatum, to remove “this student” or they would quit their jobs…
And then they had to figure out an elegant way to get rid of me…
(I know all of this because I was in contact with the “youth office” 10 years later and got to see the files…)
It was known fact that “unwanted” students in this school were brought down so bad that they had an easy job to “shift them off into the special school for retards” (“Sonderschule” in German)…
They couldn’t do that with me. The “prime state school office” (Schulamt) commanded my parents to take me to some places where they carried out certain ability and intelligence tests on me… And, of course, I passed them… No “retard school” for me…
All because of women. Fact. They have the problem. Not me. That school has a reputation for “running down” non-compliant kids. To be non-compliant, it was enough to come from “the outside”. To speak “high German”, meaning “official German” turned the kid into an outsider.
Even engineers and academics had to get their kids away from this school not to have then end up in “retarded school”.
I stayed on that subject and fortified the bad reputation from this school for 2 decades to come. In my 4000 customers I ran across many “victims” of this school.
But they eventually succeeded in getting rid of me “the hard way” in 1976.
They bonded with the “corrupt” German youth office. And declared me a “difficult child” to have me removed from my family and to be deported to a children’s home “for correction”…
Suddenly, my parents “were raided” like in a totalitarian state… They came like the GESTAPO… and gave them 2 options:
1. Voluntarily put me in a “living home” without “bad restrictions” and my parents would keep control over me.
2. They would claim state custody over me and “put me away” into a restrictive “problem children’s home”, without giving my parents any control till the age of 16.
My parents were even told that they have no “legal right” to put me away but that the school will “enforce their corrupt ways” if we don’t comply.
Blackmail at it’s best.
It was like a poker game and they were speculating on my parents not being able to afford a lawyer.
And my parents complied on a voluntary basis. So they could keep control over me.
So they had no legal right but they threatened and bullied my parents to give me away.
Again: WOMEN officers doing this.
Exact names, places and dates upon request…
So, on September 11th in 1976, there was my own “9-11”.
First they told me what a nice and modern place this children’s home would be. They picked me up in a white Mercedes, like in a ceremony…
When I arrived, I saw…
I would have to live there for the time being… OMG.
No privacy, only women “child care workers” around and a highly violent male boss.
Hard to describe and even harder to get it out of the denial mechanism…
The place was a modern 70’s style ugly architecture concrete block building.
Now I know why I got sick with the flu every 2 months. Sometimes with very high fever…
All of the toxic building materials of that era were found in this place and that’s why they tore it down in 2002. Details in the future…
Toxic PCB’s in the concrete and sealing gaps, stinking PA contaminated PVC on the floor, PCP and Lindane in the wood panels and Formaldehyde in the furniture…
That was probably the reason why I never felt good in there. Though it didn’t look like a prison, it sure was ruled and regulated as hell.
4 to 5 people in one ugly room without privacy. Like a military base.
For me there was only one goal: Get out of here, and comply as much as you can with the c~~~s.
The c~~~s were all compulsive, reactionary, stubborn, heartless and hypocritical women.
They would not think twice about hitting a child, their hands were “always loose”.
And they enjoyed their power. But this time I couldn’t hit back or I would risk getting transferred to a more restrictive, prison-like place.
I let them have their way but I never internalized anything that these stupid women said or did to me. To me, they were only trash. One time I even said that and forgot that wall have ears… Oh, my goodness… Women are more violent than Hitler and Stalin together.
What I have to say in not for the faint hearted. And it was all unnecessary and repulsive crap done by oppressive women.
(Get me a cup of coffee first…)
I was in a group with 14 other children between ages 6 to about 13. They came from all over Germany and they were all from broken families. So I wasn’t “the worst off” from them all.
As I had actually a complete family with a relatively big house and the only reason for being deported was the dislike of hypocrite school teachers.
It was a shock for me at first, having to live in this atmosphere from now on. All of my comfort zone in the “middle of chaos” was gone. At home, I felt like “the king of chaos”. I could do things that I wanted to do because nobody would care.
I now have to make an excursion back to the times before the children’s home got me.
My borderline sister hated the hell out of me and also spread the news about me that I was a retarded child. And she would be glad if everybody would pick on me and do whatever they wanted with me.
This, and the workings of the hypocrite female teachers created the war zone in which I evolved as a boy. I was causing fear and I didn’t give in.But as the youth office came around, my borderline sister has told them horror stories about me that made them decide even quicker to have me taken away. So she would not have to share anything with me anymore. As I was gone, she was suddenly the center of attention again.
But my observations and experiences with women were unfortunately to get worse.
In this children’s home you could get hit in the face barehanded with bloody noses for any reason.
They would even laugh and call you a “wimp” when your nose would bleed after a hit in the face.And it was for the simplest reasons, like forgetting to polish your shoes.
Same would happen for a messy locker or unsorted clothes in the closet. Any tiny little reason was reason to get hit physically by these female monsters.
As a child I was a good eater with good table manners. That wasn’t enough for these wenches…
There were a few things I could not eat or I would throw up. Liver and some types of vegetables.
Everything else was no problem. And I was not picky at all. But 2 of these witches sat down next to me to force me to eat what they wanted me to eat. The whole group shook there heads as they were raping me to eat what makes me throw up. Even till today, I can’t eat these things… It wasn’t bad will. But they wanted to break my will at any price. So one day they tried it so hard that I let them stuff in in my mouth and ate it. After some fork-fillings later it all came back. All in front of 13 other kids that felt sorry for me. As the contents of my stomach landed on the table, the rest of the group stopped eating because they were disgusted and ha lost their appetite. They lost this battle. Because they were only increasing the hate all of us 14 boys had towards them. And these “child care workers” were young pretty wenches, and not old bitches. I still thank my colleagues for this act of solidarity.
Lesson 5: Young and pretty wenches can be just as sick and abusive as old bitches.
Blame shaming in front of 13 other kids was “the name of the game”. Most fellow kids would start to laugh internally because I had them already programmed about how sick these c~~~s were and that “my colleagues” should pay attention to whom they ever get married.
There was another thing about me that these women hated:
As I was one of the “lucky kids” in this place, I was always getting parcels with chocolates, sweets, candies and snacks in them from home. And I always shared them with the other kids. Sometimes there would not be anything leftover for me.
I agreed with my mother to secretly hide money in one of these items so I could share and still buy what I needed in local shops. I mostly needed milk and dairy products for the calcium they have in them. And she sent me vitamin capsules.
(My bones survived everything so far, even 3 bad high velocity car accidents)
It was my comradeship that everybody knew. And it fortified my following and solidarity as a healthy side effect. Whenever these wenches would start to pick on me, the group would get bored because they knew that it is not me, that has a “character flaw” – but that the wenches were the devils.
My “colleagues from the group” would take me to the side and say “Don’t worry, you get home in 3 months, and I wish I could come with you”
Maybe they didn’t want me to share my candies, so no one would like me.
Lesson 6: Women are selfish and manipulative. They only something if it brings them an advantage.
The “MGTOW at age 9” was created.
The psycho bulls~~~ these women were doing to these kids (us) is nowadays prohibited. For the tiniest offense, we had to do things like: Standing at the open window and shouting “I’m stupid” multiple times. I wasn’t stupid. At lest not stupid enough to marry or knock up one of these useless pieces of s~~~ ever in my life.
Or we had to stand barefoot on a cold stone floor for 15 minutes. Them telling us that we get a rebate: Years ago, this punishment was carried on “for entire nights” in German children homes. (Details later.)
But I had become a music fan. This was my only good voice in my life and I swore to learn English perfectly later in school, which obviously happened.
Music was my life. By 1977, I was able to “sum up” hundreds of artists and thousands of songs that I knew and loved. And even songs that took me years to research the title and another 2 decades to buy them in “some Australian internet shop”…
They knew that they could punish me by taking away my cassette recorder. Sometime for days and sometimes for weeks. I swore that I will get out of this place, no woman in this world would ever touch my music stuff again.
I pictured myself, owning thousands of records and room filling stereo systems without having to ask someone for permission.They knew how they could “get me”. Women hate the f~~~ out of it when they try to break you and all you do is happily sing along to Beatles or Deep Purple.
They hate you being happy. And it dethrones them in their sick need for power.
They hate you – and then try to put a stop to you singing and pronouncing song expressions that show some kind of rebelling. So they take away your tape recorder.
As a 10 year old, I would blast “Maggie’s Farm” by Bob Dylan… without knowing the lyrics. A few years later I knew why this was one of my protest songs…
But “Help” by the Beatles was also one of these “anti-bitch agents”. In 1977, German TV had broadcast the movie “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles and I could tell by the reactions that our women “prison guards” were in fact very stupid and uneducated hens.
Yes, THEY were the resemblances of “the Blue Meanies” destroying “Pepperland” and causing loss of joy and laughter everywhere. And the Beatles blew them away. Like I did, to blow these c~~~s out of my head.
And there was this constant blame-shaming that “All you do is consuming music, and that you will never make it to anything in your life and that music makes you stupid…”
“And you will never make it far if you spend all of your money on music”
“You will never get married with so many record in your place…”
(And so I “bought up” whole record shops…)
These preaches fill a book by itself. But as I started to learn English I was surprised how smart music makes you, especially if you don’t have a mother to teach you the right way to live.
In the 1970’s, music was anything but stupid. It was full of life stories, social criticism, politics and environmental awareness.
So this criticism backfired again: Not music makes you stupid… Women want to keep you stupid. And they again started to hate me for being able to understand these songs.
“Oh, this is all bad influence for this boy…” Yes I guess so. Songs telling the hurt that women do to men are in fact unwanted interference.
Songs like that fill a complete radio format. I would call it MGTOW Radio.
Lesson 7: Women hate music, because they have no love and no soul
Lesson 8: Women want to keep you stupid
All in all, women with all of their stupid hypocrisy deepened my love for music and culture, science, politics, geography, languages, electronics and chemistry.
School was another thing to look at. I spent 2 years in the children’s home and had to go to the elementary school there. The 3rd and 4th class were another horror trip. Not because I was a lazy student, no we had a very choleric, reactionary, cynical and strict old bitch as our teacher.
She would spread so much fear, it happened that children of our Turkish guest workers would not dare to ask to go to the toilet and p~~~ in their pants. It happened like 4 times in these 2 years that there was a “stream of urine” running through to classroom. I have never seen that before, and I remember it like it was yesterday.
But this woman teacher was special. Whenever she got mad at something you did, she would grab both of your ears and shake your head like that with full force.
Even forgetting your homework was enough. It would hurt for hours and even days. And she would slap you on the cheek while hitting the ear. Sometimes it took hours for the beeping to go away and the hearing to return.
Children sometimes lost their hearing to attacks like these, so the were banned for a reason. Nobody ever talks about that frustrated and abusive women teachers assault our children…
Whenever she assaulted other students, I was able to watch the devilish and sarcastic look in her eyes.
Even back then, I said to myself: “Why do men get married to a monster like that. Men are tasteless.”
If a woman would pull this on me nowadays, I would “make her feel” the response, depending on if there are witnesses or not.
Lesson 9: Women are just outright repulsive. They spread fear to force their agenda.
No matter what age group. And they “all suck” and break the law constantly if they are left unsupervised in positions of power.
I would ban them from the workforce altogether. Replace them by robots to minimize the damage they cause.
I will go into detail in another posting.
Again, this lady did that to all of the kids. And humiliation and “audio volume” was her standard pressure instrument.
It is shocking that even in 1977, people like that were put – and kept – in a position like that to ruin our children mentally and physically.
This monster had all the might and nobody would put her in her place. I would, if she was still alive and within range.
The 350 km distance would not keep me from paying her an “expensive educational visit”…
I was such a good student and played the part of “the good boy” so well, that they sent me home after only 2 years. Playing “good boy” was later in life part of my business capital. Because I was able to withstand the emotional stress these c~~~s put on service-providers and craftsmen.
But I never had the faintest wish to have one of these “lowdown and dirty” personalities as a partner in my life.
The simple thought of sleeping “next to her” and “breathing the same air” makes me get a muscle tension and choking feeling in my chest.
In September of 1978, the storm was over. On my release day, the older (and non choleric) man of the 2 executives said word by word: “If we would have more children like him (me), we would have no reason to exist…”
So, my record was “clear all along”. It was just the hypocrisy and lunacy of these women wanting to pick on me and others for fun. We were their playthings, just to torture us with their perverse and sick minds.
If any of these women ever got married, it will surely have been one of those 97 percent of dysfunctional relationships. My heart goes out to these poor husbands…
After I got home, it was a feeling no one can describe.
And I found “Casey Kasem” on AFN Frankfurt, 873 kHz – Nr. 1 song “Exile” – “Kiss you all over”
… And the neighbor bitch complained the moment she heard me turn on my 0.05 Watt radio…
(The one that still yells her husband around in 2016)
Lesson 10: Never get married, Never, or you hit the grave early.
But my personal “bitch count” had dropped to 2… only to rise again…
… But I leave this to Part 3 and 4.
Many more details will come to my mind one by one and I will post them here as “single story blocks”.
I can recall it all, but not in such a short time span to put it all into one “complete text”.
As it happened “only” 40 years ago, but my elephant’s memory is still there.
And: Some witnesses are still around…
But traumatization in this magnitude – caused by “abusive everyday women” – will never go away.
And by the end of 1978, I still would have liked to see the first woman with real integrity.
Are there women that would not abuse power? If, then they are almost non existent.
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Gargamel, an amazing story.
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Here is a copy of a posting that I just wrote on the effects that chemical wood preservatives can have on a man and that 5 million houses in Germany alone are contaminated with this s~~~.
This stuff was used all over the world and is not yet banned in every country. So if you suddenly experience health and mood changes after moving into a “newly rented” house, the information of this post might save your life.
Wood preservatives are odorless and bio-accumulative.
For years you don’t feel much and then it goes “boom”.
.Original posting:
.One of the biggest problems my poison c~~~tail did to me is dementia, the loss of short term memory. If you see strange typing or sentence building errors in my writing… There you go.
Years ago, I was able to write completely error free. Now, I have to read what I write one day later to discover expression mistakes and stupid typos.
I have this problem that my case is a special one. My contaminated workshop was owned and renovated by a carpenter and an architect. Both construction professionals. And in the mid-80s they had many outlawed wood preservatives left over that – after “the scandal” no customer wanted anymore. So so they got rid of them in the renovation process of the shop that later became my place.
I found out “by own detective work” and with 4 different laboratories that this place was soaked with 8 instead of the 2 standard “scandal” chemicals. They employed these wood preservatives in a deadly mixture in violation of the manufacturer’s instructions and in violation of the law that went into effect in 1978, prohibiting the use of these compounds altogether.
The architect abused his power of the building director… I made a perfect line of proof but the rental contract was as fraudulent as a marriage contract.
But after all 8 chemicals in such concentrations, as we had measured… they only leave a wreck.
One thing is that both previous tenants of this place are dead by now. One of them was “the son of the landlord” – He got MS from the heavy metal “Barium” that was also in there.
My doctor is one of the former consultants from the prosecutor of the big German wood preservative scandal trial of 1993…
He was the one to talk to. He has seen thousands of patients that had painted their houses with “Xyladecor” brand paint in the 60’s and 70’s and got extremely sick.
(See the video below: The state attorney Mr. Schöndorf is a real hero that went against the corrupt government, who wanted to cover up this scandal)
And this was only “2 chemicals”: Lindane and Pentachlorophenol. But in my place they had painted 1 preceding and 2 “followup replacements” to these poisons. I had “the luxury” of getting sick from 4 different generations of outlawed substances at the same time.
Poison from the year 1865, then the PCP-Lindane stuff outlawed in 1978, then Endosulfane and Permethrine…, which were both used until the late 90s… But all of them outlawed for use in closed inhabited spaces.
All hidden inside the walls and transported out by humidity from the “wet basement” below. The story fills 5 thick folders and 2 insurance companies couldn’t believe their eyes, that I had survived this.
Because multiple poisons don’t just double or add their effect, they multiply. 1+1+1 = 1000 times the toxicity of 1 chemical alone. If I had gotten “only PCP” them my body would have taken it lightly. But 4 generations of wood preservatives is… like surviving the Challenger Accident.
In my muscular system I was so strong that I stayed in bed almost continuously for 6 months, stood up and walked 6 km in the forest. Normally someone lying flat for so long would have to go through long treatments of rehabilitation.
But the forest saved my life: With Barium, the lungs get attacked and you stop getting oxygen into the blood.
And Barium makes you “electro-sensitive”, feeling mobile phone radiation and TV-transmitters in the air..
Driving out into the forest and to a radiation free zone… My body was blue, I was coughing for hours and just then my skin turned normal again. Staying in this environment saved me but the MCS was left behind…
I’m planning to make a separate website on this.
I didn’t lose the court case but they didn’t win either. But they lowered their rent bill by 7000 Euros just to avoid their house to be inspected by the court’s consultants. Which would have been considerably cheaper and might have brought them 13000 Euros, if the place was “clean”…
So it is clear to see that they didn’t want to have their house “officially inspected”. Because in Germany only measurements carried out by government approved experts can be used as real and valid evidence in a court of law…
But my landlord would have gotten his ass kicked and his house closed down if they had proceeded with the case that they had originally started. They started this case just to shut me up, because they expected me to die.
Good to know that they had at least lost their own son in there.
Anyway, I told everybody in the whole area about the contamination and showed all of my lab reports around. “Shutting me up” never worked… His house has become “unsalable”.
The architect, a guy that takes everybody to court and yells at anybody for any reason…
…He didn’t even appear in court. I had said openly and in public that a sniper would be present on the opposite building block to the county courthouse…
These landlords know “what they have done” and that they don’t need any courthouse anymore, if I get cancer from their s~~~.
Even now, with high severity MCS, they would have problems in putting me in jail. They would need to build a special chemical free cell for me…
Of course I don’t do that, but having them turn their head in fear every morning when they leave the house is nice…
Writing about what these chemicals did to my brain “in detail” is planned for Part 7 of my story.
The reality is: It also is MGTOW knowledge. Many married couples split up after they got sick from wood preservatives in their houses. This stuff makes people highly aggressive and loveless.
And it is “silently buried” in 5 million German houses. Still evaporating for the next 750 years…
In 1989, these chemicals were outlawed but the houses that had been treated with billions of liters of this “devil’s matter” are still being used and resold.
Every once in a while a case like mine “pops up” and is silenced in the corrupt court system.
This video is in German but after reading my story, anyone can comprehend what they are saying and doing:
At position 8:32 you see a woman that cannot talk right anymore…
The man at 36:00 is a case just like mine. Once good looking, now obese and with loss of balance and skin sensitivity… (I managed to get most of the fat off by now, but the nerves are wrecked – and stay wrecked, that is PCP with Lindane)
The neurologist Dr. Binz is one of the most competent men on “chemical poisoning in workplaces” – now retired.
I go to his colleague in Heidelberg.
One more from the ZDF, 2nd German TV channel: A man that renovates his house for 120000 Euros after he was hospitalized over 40 times and after his parents got extremely ill from cancer and dementia…
These wood preservatives cause irreversible damage and most people find out about the problem after it’s too late… Because you can’t smell them.
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Anonymous3Electric light, wired up with scotch tape and the battery in a separated compartment. And a lego-block as a switch.
I also liked to play with lego and flashlight bulbs and batteries in childhood
Of course I would look up how far my toys had traveled just so I can take them apart.
I remember having a little Earth sphere.
“family combat techniques”
I like that word….
A 7 year old, that mixed household chemicals and “35 percent hydrogen peroxide” form the beauty shop with intend to find something that explodes.
That’s badass.
setting fires with gasoline.
How does a little child manage to get gasoline? And making fires… Didn’t they call the police on you?
I had no hesitation to take my schoolbag and use it as a weapon.
I did the same, spinning my physical exercise bag above my head. Really effective for self defense.
How does a little child manage to get gasoline? And making fires… Didn’t they call the police on you?
In the 1970’s many cars didn’t have a lock on the tank cap. A hose and there you go…
Later I used a heating oil pump to get gas from daddy’s tank. And of course my dad was a truck and bus mechanic. But his Borgward “Isabella” ran on gasoline and he always had reserve canisters lying around in his junk. I still have 3 of these.
After 1976, my father still had a car without a lockable tank cap (Fiat 131), He had to buy a new cap in 1978 after our neighbors started to steal gas from our car. I remember this cap costing around 30 DM’s.
He bought it not because of me but… But in late 1970’s gas prices started to go up and one day his car was full in the evening and completely empty in the morning. 50 liters were gone. The people that had stolen the gasoline lived just 2 houses down the road. The canister with which they had stolen our gas had dripped on the asphalt and the traces lead right to their door.
They thought they were smart but… No comment on the genetic health or “incest status” of some of our local native inhabitants…
That happened in 1978. But that only meant having to steal his car keys after he comes home very tired… And putting them back exactly where they were. Of course, neighbors complained about our
(me and my friend) “way of playing” and so I had to confess one day…But my father was more worried about me damaging his tank level meter with the tube of my grandmother’s old heating oil pump.
But starting in late 1978, I was responsible for “finishing the house”, painting 1000s of wooden boards, bolting them to the outside walls. Even back then, I knew not to use PCP as a wood preservative…
But a child or boy that does all of the repairs also has access to every type of paint thinner the world has ever known. And the surrounding shops would all know that “this boy” is responsibly working with chemicals, finishing and maintaining his parents’ house.
…And always burning the rest of it in the garden.
After 1978, I used to come home from school… bored, eating whatever I could find, chasing stupid cats around. Sometimes I would burn more calories chasing cats then at school…
And later in the afternoon, would make small but stinky fires in the garden. Daddy’s old “Teroson car undercoater” cans were never thrown away. I used them as a combustion chamber for Styrofoam, old audio cassettes, plastic household garbage, mostly my beloved yogurt cans. The sky is the limit. But never anything valuable, what stupid kids would do…
And I was never endangering living creatures or our house. Burning s~~~, watching the flames, flares and clouds of smoke rising up was my favorite pastime for years.
Girls at school definately liked my perfume and my stories.
So after 1978, anything was go.
I was threatened with “the cops” more often than any body can think. But they never came. I never did any damage. Fires never got of of control.
I had arguments with my mother’s customer land whales about what I do and that I’m smart enough to burn anything…
In 1976 my father set up a 1,5 x 2,5 meter garden pond with thick concrete…
He did a good job on it, it outlasted “crack free” many steel shell fireworks and pipe bombs in the 80’s and 90’s. We never had fishes in it anyway. In 1996, it became a toad habitat and since then it is left as it is. I like wildlife and hedgehogs inhabiting the space under my garden shacks.
But back then it was my “flare pond”. The tress were small in 1979 / 1980… Today, I would call the cops if someone would do this…
But back then, just put gasoline or paint thinner on the water’s surface and light it up…
Smart children start up small and see how tall they can cultivate a flame without endangering the house.
I only did this in windless weather and never pour too much gas on it so it would never burn for longer than 10 seconds. This way it would go out before anything could happen due to the heat it gave off, or if the wind would suddenly shift.The more gas I put on it, the harder it was to light up. I had to lay down in the grass and light a “gasoline fuse”. I had to stay down, so the “wuff” ball of fire wouldn’t get my hair.
That was fun. 8 meters were the maximum size fire I dared to make. Anything bigger would have drawn too much attention. The house is about 10 m high and I didn’t want the flame to touch anything.
And one more reason for the 10 second rule: These flames were bright and when somebody saw the flickering, he had to get up and look where it comes from. So it had to be out by then. In the summer of 1980, one Sunday morning, my father accidentally watched me and yelled “STOP”…
I just kneed down and it went “Wooof”, he was screaming… Later I just told him not to worry because it was “tried and tested” and that I “thank him for his gasoline”…
“But Papa, I didn’t disobey you… the gasoline was on the water and I had to light it up in order to get rid of the dangerous explosive fumes… just imagine, leaving it un-burnt and someone walks past with a cigarette…“
Rhetoric Reasoning Tactics, Part 1…
A few weeks later I showed this to a friend of mine, of course – just to “demonstrate how dangerous gasoline is”…
Sunday morning, but too late – in the mid-day, our neighbor finally saw it and went ballistic. I hastily cleaned up the traces expecting the cops to arrive, but they didn’t come.
“Fear of me”, must have played a major role. Hit me, put me in jail or whatever and you become my field of experimentation… And I would make this crazy look and sound… Hey, the hell it scared them. A boy rolling his big blue eyes and going “Waaahhhuuu, with a little gas we can make it…”
imitating a pop song of choice… Or just making up a melody, checking my sister’s face for it’s effectiveness…Or just play a lunatic… Like I had conditioned my sister years before. Even returning to that old “battery commercial thing” to get get to finally explode… But this time I was bigger then her…
In 1978 to mid 1979 my middle sister was still living here and so she always was extremely p~~~ed off about me perfuming the air… Me singing “Something in the air” when I had to flea up the stairway. And the key to the door of my room was always pre-positioned in the lock so it would take only half a turn to safety.
Sometime milliseconds would decide about the bitch getting me or yelling and screaming in front of the locked door. My parents were never there. Father came home from work, dropped dead on the sofa… Mother bitch was out doing hair…
I even kept food in my room. One day she turned off the electricity and I showed her that I had batteries. CCR’s Greatest Hits kept going… “Who’ll stop the rain”… This is one of my favorites…
The “rain” not meaning war but “women”…
I even set up the cassette player right behind the door so she can hear it better.
Bitches are just what they are: Bitches.
Music was for me what cats use to mark their territory…
“No s~~~ music allowed in this area” A big sign on the door.
“Hearing protection required”, do not proceed beyond this point…
“Enter at your own risk”
But my “burning career” started as a toddler. I would go to grandmother and tell her that mother needs matches… She would give them to me…
But after they saw the “junk fire” (safely, on the concrete remains of a torn down building) in the garden. Hell broke loose. And nobody ever gave me matches again. Local grocery shops would get instructions not to sell any matches to me. But I fetched empty boxes from the garbage and stole matches from the kitchen. But I only stole an amount that would not get noticed. So my supply was secured. From then on, my friend and me had to burn things in secrecy.
But my big day came in 1972. My father was always driving around in tires that had no more treads on them… I had one that was “completely smooth”, having no threads at all.
My father was burning old construction leftovers from our house. Cement bags, buckets, wood pieces… So the fire was well developed… And I brought this tyre to my father, pleading him not to drive around with this anymore… He said don’t put this into the fire, I still need it…
If he had explained to me, what “the tyre in the fire” would do, then I would definitely not have done it.
But he said: He needs it… (Yes, to get killed in an accident)He turned his head and there it went. “But father, I’m only worried about you having an accident with this” …
O.K. There was nothing he could do… The fire took on proportions, and I started to like it.
Suddenly “green white” (the cops) appeared out of nothing…
He told them that he was “watching over me” and that this was a pure case of “today’s children disobeying everything” so they didn’t fine him.
This is one of the rare times my father slapped me in the face, and I’m not mad about it. Only women hit you for no reason. And his slap was forgotten in an hour. Only women violence lasts for days…
But I liked the fire. Years later, another neighbor many houses down the street, told me that he was out on the balcony sunbathing… and suddenly these “tiny black hairs” came through the air and settled on his skin…
Of course, I never burnt tires again… At least not in my yard.
Burning s~~~ was becoming a profession. I would tell everybody what liquid substance would make “what kind of fire”… And I would know about the flaming capabilities of every material I ever got my hands on. But I would never touch valuables or cause people harm. Other kids would sometimes cause substantial harm just by “looking at matches”.
But my father had so many goodies: DOT 3 and later DOT 4 brake fluid, they burn with an invisible flame that scares school buddies and makes all girls think of you as a fire devil…
Father had car enamel (OMG with lead and zinc chromate) but it was too expensive to burn.
He had motor oil, transmission oil, stinky hypoid rear axle oil…
Sulfuric acid, hydrochloric acid, nitric acid…
Sealing pastes, epoxy repair kits…
A paradise for a young boy.
The beauty shop of my mother was the perfect supplier of bottles, empty spray cans and other “no cost” means of storing and burning mixtures…
I would recover these bottle from the garbage to put my mixtures in them… Again only using empty bottles and “almost empty” spray cans because I knew how expensive these materials were. And that my mother makes our bread money with them.
I still remember these stinky “Goldwell” permanent wave hair conditioner bottles with a tip for easy application. The same tip was good for “precision spraying” gasoline, paint and stink mixtures.
In the school yard, I was drawing figures on the concrete that would burn and continue to burn “after me” while I was still spraying and walking.
Like: “See, the fire is my dog” (Side effect: Bullies, leave me alone, or “my dog” gets you…)
Then I would put the bottle down and everybody would run for cover, I sat at some distance and watched the flames take over the small plastic bottle. The contents were gone anyway. Only stupid kids get hurt…
Or I would use the glass hair tone & conditioner “conbel” bottles as “micro molotow c~~~tails”, but they never worked right…
For me, it was “Television”.
I can not remember if it was “Wella” or “Goldwell” hair spray that made the nicest detonations and fireb~~~~. Using a defective cooking pot with only “a little gasoline” in there as a heater…
So the gasoline was gone by the time the can went “boom”…
More next time. Too bad, photos were so expensive back then. But I would have kept them secretly anyway, not to give my bitches any evidence on how “complicated” I am.
Again they were out of luck. I had a straight A and B school report.
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I also liked to play with lego and flashlight bulbs and batteries in childhood
We could have met at the counter of a department store…
Lego is the best toy to give to any child to bring out his or her full creativity.
Yes, the best toy ever invented. If I had kids, they would get limitless amounts of it.
“Used from Ebay” and desinfected in the washing machine.
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.Also in 1979, I started to put up antennas of all kinds. Long wires to listen to AFN on my self built “single transistor AM radio”… And using these L-Type and dipole type things for listening to “number stations” on short wave and very distant medium waves.
In the 70’s and 80’s, the propaganda between the East and the West was hot, always on the edge of war.
And a “VHF I” dipole just to get the ARD channel from Bavaria, where I had been staying for 2 years.
And an FM thing to get me my beloved “Bavaria 3” radio channel in Stereo. Back then all other Pop music services were in mono (SWF 3) or in “bad taste”…
My sister hated every one of these…
But she left in late 1979. The room was left vacant, because it seemed that her spirit was till there.
In April of 1980, I occupied this room. And I put up my stereo system.
Home is, where my stereo is.
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Gargamel wrote:
A 7 year old, that mixed household chemicals and “35 percent hydrogen peroxide” form the beauty shop with intend to find something that explodes.
That’s badass.
Gargamel wrote: setting fires with gasoline.How does a little child manage to get gasoline? And making fires… Didn’t they call the police on you?
All of that reminds of my childhood as well, you could buy all kinds of stuff back in the 70s, we went to the pharmacy next town to get sulphur (used for Dads wine or dry fruit when asked), get saltpeter (meat curing) at the grocers and some charcoal… there´s your black powder, sometimes we stole a little fertilizer from the farmers around, I was 8 or so…,.
Gasoline even easier, go to the gas station and say you need fuel for the lawn mower. We used to build rockets with pressurized cans, dug some holes in the ground that are connected press and tightly pack the can in one and light the fire from beneath through the other holes, boom and that burning can will go up to 50 meters in the air. We used to have our “Sprengplatz” (blasting area) away from the houses and out of sight, we waited till harvest season in the close vinyards, there were auto cannons/spring guns that used to shoot a lot of extra super loud salute rounds (flares/crackers so called “Vogelschreck”) to scare the crows and other birds from the grapes. Nobody would recognize the difference.. and it was so much fun blowing up stuff back then.Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. Friedrich Nietzsche
Gasoline even easier, go to the gas station and say you need fuel for the lawn mower. We used to build rockets with pressurized cans, dug some holes in the ground that are connected press and tightly pack the can in one and light the fire from beneath through the other holes, boom and that burning can will go up to 50 meters in the air. We used to have our “Sprengplatz” (blasting area) away from the houses and out of sight, we waited till harvest season in the close vinyards, there were auto cannons/spring guns that used to shoot a lot of extra super loud salute rounds (flares/crackers so called “Vogelschreck”) to scare the crows and other birds from the grapes. Nobody would recognize the difference.. and it was so much fun blowing up stuff back then.
My story of the 70’s is not even finished yet. We have the 80’s and the 90’s still to come…
Or what was that?… “Sodium Chlorate”
… And we had many blasting sites. That is why I knew radiation free places here in our mountains…
Everything “we” did was before 1995, so it is now free to share. The 20 year deadline for law offenses has gone long by. We never did any damage to creatures or property except for the loud bang in the middle of the night. And some metal parts still buried in the ground somewhere. We leave that to the archaeologists to find in the year 2525.
We were so damn careful not to hurt anybody or anything, so I guess nobody ever filed a police report on us.
Whenever we “did one” we stayed at this place for a very long time so that all wildlife had time to smell and hear us and to retreat. They must have known the type of motor my car had. I can’t say it because back then there were only 500 cars of this type left in Germany that had this engine.
But it had a very strange sound and an even stranger construction. And the exhaust pipe was contributing to this “American” sound. This motor sounded like big block V8 but had 75 horses only… Still it was a mass produced engine from a mass manufacturer. But the deer must have internalized this sound… After a few visits, whenever we came, the deer and foxes were gone. Spooky, and even up to now, I still love the forest at night. Talking to the deer sometimes.I still use that 50 m cable drum every day… The plug has been deoxidized so many times. My friends all know why my cable drum has a special type of rust on it…
Between 1992 and 1995 we manufactured and used around 50 to 60 Kg of gun powder… And it cost the lives of countless old TV sets and radios… and nobody had to pick up the pieces. They were dust…
And we used up one 200 m ring of telephone wire…
I learned mig-mag welding that way…
Details coming up.
Women like these stories so much that they “say goodbye at once”.
And I go back to the 80’s, with the exploding acid bottles and our tiny ganja cultivation efforts.
And the asshole neighbor that had to be “silenced”. He would take everybody around him to court for the smallest reasons. In 1983 this had stopped…
One died of cancer in 1991, the other in 2005…
OK, fate got a hold of them, both died at age 61, so the world is now a better place.
But I was the reason that this neighborhood was “court case free” for all these years since 1983…
And the story of the tenant that wanted to take over our house by driving my parents mad. He forgot “the son” in his calculations… At the end, no one could really tell “who was driving who” mad…
On New Years Day of 1982, I saw the wreck of our middle apartment. The silence in our house was like after an atomic bomb attack. I was in a trance. Everything was f~~~ed up. As a 15 year-old, I took charge, skipped school and renovated this place all alone without any help. My parents were psychologically “all f~~~ed up” and “paralyzed” from this guy and his bitchy wife.
But it was me who had fearlessly liberated our house. Long story, but interesting to read for anybody who has been or is in such a situation.
But the abusive women in the children’s home and in school couldn’t break me, and that was our tenants’ downfall.
Of course, the “big gasoline garden fires” of 1979 and 1980 were part of it. It all goes hand in hand.
And it involved playing “Sugarhill Gang” at 45 rpm…
The story of this tenant is very close to the story of a burnt man that never remarries. After getting burnt again in 1991, we never got married to a tenant again. German “tenant protection law” is just as f~~~ed up as the divorce law. They can ruin your house, threaten your kids, cause visible property damage and you can’t get them out.
One big and beautiful “almost luxury” apartment less on the market since our last burn in 1991…
Because of “a strong woman” and her destructive behavior…
Same thing with me: Almost super luxury but “burnt out by women” because of their f~~~ed up tactics and low-life goals.
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Gargamel wrote:
Or take a look at these Euro coins that spent 2 weeks in my pocket. The one closest to my body has all the silver etched away.
I´m observing something weird with myself, if I wear silver jewelery (long ago I used to wear a silver pentagram on a necklace) it turns black within a week (oxidation) and I can´t wear battery driven watches… I suck them out, none of the 5 watches I had lasted longer than 1.5 yrs when I wore them, most of them only did 6 months…wondered ever where this comes from, if I had too much surplus money & time I´d like to figure why that is….
Now I can give you a better answer to this question:
If you played around with chemicals (yes, you did) that contained heavy metals or smoked lead contaminated dope…
You should have your body checked for all toxic metals.
On me, this Barium metal caused “acidosis” (Azidose) the “over acidity” of your body. This is what f~~~s up silver in minutes and ruins electronics. Your body evaporates something that turns silver into silver oxide. Have the ph-value checked and the status of heavy metals by DMPS provocation and blood analysis immediately afterwards. An “Environmental Doctor” (Umweltmediziner) can surely help you.
https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azidose
The late Dr. Daunderer “the pope of poisons” helped me a lot. (In German)
This site is very unclear to navigate. If you want to know something, just google and put the word “toxcenter” with it.Reading his website is like getting to know the world all over again. You suddenly realize why people are so strange and messed up.
The world is poisoned but nobody tells you. The Chemical Industry keeps it secret.Dr Daunderer is definately one of my “Guardian Angels”. In his books I found what was really wrong with me. Here you can read things that not even Doctors get to study. Most medical eduacations are sponsored by the Big Pharma “Chemical Industry”…
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You should have your body checked for all toxic metals.
Did something like that already, but I guess they did focus on mercury in my body (mid- nineties). I wanted my amalgam fillings removed and the health insurance liable, ended up paying all myself, they could not find anything.
Thanks for the tip, I will have a doctor check on that again.Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. Friedrich Nietzsche
Anonymous3it was so much fun blowing up stuff back then.
I know this, had done some small home made firecrackers and noisy smokey smelly stuff in childhood. But that was way before this “fear from terrorism” thing. Now, everyone would be freaked out if hearing a small explosion. My biggest one was a half liter plastic soda can, filled with some acid and metal. I put it in an old empty paint bucket. it over-pressurized and overheated, and the bucket directed the explosion to form a 2 meter little mushroom cloud. And the bucket did a barrel roll in the air. And the neighbor threatened me with cops. (Today, anyone would be swatted for such a backyard-experiment)
I also built a water-rocket from another plastic soda can, that -accidentally- flew not upwards but slightly sideways, and that hit the tin roof of the other neighbor’s house. That was loud!
This is another re-post of my answer to the forum question:
I heard you, but I didn’t hear “please” (In the “Relations~~~s” section)
About the disgusting way in which women cupcakes “command” and push people around:
“Do this…”
“Bring that…”
“How long do I have to wait…?”
“When will you finally get your ass to…?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that…?”Never saying “PLEASE”.
The “entitlement” disease, that is inherent to most women of all ages:
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.Having been to thousands of households and listening to the communication styles of married couples I can safely and finally conclude:
That is really how most women talk down to their men.
There was this thin line between having fun and pride doing my job or becoming insane from exposure to this culture.
So I had to get myself some mental training about personality development. I ran across audio books by „Steven Covey“ called „The 7 Habits of highly Effective People“ and his follow-up „The 8th Habit“
Here he explains how a relationship is supposed to be run and why it will function if the partners stick to these morals…
Somewhere in the book he forms the model of the „emotional bank account“,
meaning that a healthy „give and take relationship“ will always keep this account in balance.Like a company lasting forever when the money-account stays in balance, having this emotional bank account in balance will also make a relationship last for eternity. Making partners stronger to be able to achieve high goals without burning out…
That’s the way I ran my company for almost 2 decades until a heavy chemical poisoning took me out… (That is a different story but I survived also because of that emotional shield)
The emotional bank account is stacked up everytime someone in this relationship makes a good comment, gives appreciation or love an affection…
…And criticizing or getting mad at the other partner will make a withdrawal.
This being „expensive management knowledge“ that „high class people“ – Mostly men – had to apply in order to get where they are… I knew that the „eyeryday insanity“ that is being practiced in front of me is a losing game. And that it happens without any fault on my side.
Simply said: My customers, mostly married couples, talked like that by habit. And I used my knowledge to get in between these sick communication rituals and sell both of them my products and services.
I was like an emotional „catalytic converter“, convincing both partners that they are making the right decision to buy „better and long lasting – Made in Germany – electronics“
In almost every household I have been to, I experienced this difficult and loveless kind of communication between the people of the entire family. That is how these behavior patterns transfer to the next generation.
But 80 percent of women were in a mental state, that it is almost their „right“ and „privilege“ to completely clear out this „emotional bank account“ and expecting the man and sons to put everything back.
I always tell people that ask me why „such an attractive and wealthy young man is still alone“ that all the negative „3D and live advertising“ I have seen about „married life“ so far only made me glad and completely in harmony with still being „my own self“…
To put it in a more profane language: The thought of getting married makes me puke.
It is no fun, it is JAIL.
Here in Germany jailhouse guards talk to prisoners in a nicer and more polite way than most women talk to their husbands.
This is a fact. And most feminists did never work in a field „out in society“ with thousands of contacts… And thus have not seen a „statistically relevant picture of reality“.
And should rather be quiet about what they cannot know.
I’ve seen what it is really like „out there“.
Propaganda-Feminists only hold up „one of the 15 percent emotionally healthy women“ and loudly claim:
„This is how we women are“…
This reminds me of another story:
Volkswagen did not cheat for the first time: In 1991 they sent specially fortified VW-Golf MK2 to the ADAC crash test bench… Of course: Winning approval and a good test report. Then they were suspected of cheating on these tests and so ADAC staff started buying cars for future tests in normal dealerships… The results were horrifying, causing VW to lose face and reputation.
Same with women: Feminists mostly show you (In the media) the educated, honest, successful and „down to earth“ females that really exist.
But in the live „retail marriage market“ you get more or less uneducated, spoiled, childish and selfish „certified witches“.
I had a few of these myself. Whenever my girlfriends started to feel secure about „having me locked“, they quickly reverted to their standard habits and „default forms of communication“
Being knowledgeable about this type of behavior, I gave them this secure feeling early in a relationship to see what they are like „after they drop the curtain“.
I was never phony, there was always love in it – but the sooner she started to destroy my feelings, the less pain I got.
And it saves a lot of time and broken memories. Getting the „RED FLAG“ months before anything can become disastrous…
And when the red flag went up, I always started to behave like a real child, so she would turn up the heat. Showing me what type of hell I would have gotten in the future. And so I am clear and tearless about having done the right thing.
Strangely I almost never „terminated the relationship“ myself because I told her „If you need a f~~~, you might as well call me anytime“…
Hell broke lose… When she is finished, you just smile and say:
„Your bitching sound level exceeds the on-the-job hearing protection guidelines and sound emission thresholds, so I can’t stay with you anyway“.
A man should get a specially selective hearing protection device at EVERY wedding.
A device custom optimized and 3D-modelled to dynamically and adaptively cancel out the midrange sound frequencies of „their bride’s personal bitching and yelling sound spectrum“.For me: Never having had a yelling wife is probably the reason why my hearing still goes up to 17 kHz at age 49.
No kidding. What they do is „Acoustic Rape“, Close range, pulsed – with peaks going way above 115 decibels.
Their yelling and bitching at close range to your ears sometimes even exceeds the pain threshold of 120 dB’s.
These are exposure levels comparable to airports.
The „final bitch-download“ WILL cause tinnitus for a few hours but no permanent hearing loss:
But if thousands of people regularly approve of your personality, you might as well get over it very quickly.
So I am GONE, GONE, GONE… and happy with my CD-quality “signal to noise ratio” in my house.
I can hear the cats chasing mice in the garden…
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Here is another “good one” from the “Relations~~~s” section.
About a woman giving way more love, tenderness and affection to her dog than to you…
In Germany, there is this saying going ’round among men:
“If she has a dog, she is engaged”
And I can attest to that:
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.I have been there. A woman having her dog in the bedroom all the time.
He was watching us f~~~. I was always afraid of the beast going nuts and biting my dick off.
That dog really got up and came closer to see in detail what we were doing… Like the “close-up” camera lens of a porn studio cameraman. She thought it was normal…
That’s how a woman turns a man into a “bad lover”.
That was in 2004, today the last Red Pill has been resorbed so I wouldn’t even go to bed with her at all.
Not even risking an argument about “the reliability and integrity of her dog” anymore. If she thinks that she needs protecton, then I would send her back to her “Chad”.
That was what actually happened a few weeks later: Back to “Chad Thunderc~~~”. But he was more “Thunder” than “C~~~”…No, if she has a dog, then she “is taken”. Meaning she has a “steady boyfriend”.
I wouldn’t even bother anymore, inviting or dating her. (Same goes for cat stink in her place.)
Her dog is almost always “her partner” and you are only her replaceable resource.
Most dog owner women will also sleep with “her partner” and smell like him…
The biggest red flag is when she shows her dog more affection than you. She kisses and cuddles the dog while treating you bitchy and cold.
RUN!
Tell her up front, shake and rattle the car keys and drive off.
Use stated “exit line”: I don’t want to interfere with your beautiful relationship any longer… The two of you are meant for each other… Everyone can see that… Your dog gets more love then your boyfriend…
“I don’t want dog worms (parasites) from your kisses…” Yugh.
And get out.
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That is quite an incredible story to hear about just how aware someone can be of female nature at such a young age. Many young people in similar situations unfortunately find a way to blame themselves for any despicable behaviour they experience from prominent female figures in their life during childhood and I’m glad that you didn’t fall into that trap. I’m really very sorry to hear about the health problems that have befallen you.
I was particularly struck by what you said here “Although most women don’t have any creative hobbies or own interests, they do not tolerate, respect or appreciate anything that a man owns or whatever that he has mentally achieved, studied and professionally applied.” and here “If a man consists of 99 percent “positive qualities”, they get completely ignored, devalued, taken for granted and “played down”, even in front of others. And the remaining 1 percent will be used to crucify and demonize him.”
That is absolutely accurate, certainly in my own experience, and I really like the eloquent way that you put that across. I actually read the word ‘demonize’ as ‘de-monetise’ at first glance which is amusing as both words fit the sentence perfectly. I look forward to learning more from you my friend.
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I love how some German words blend so seamlessly into the English language 🙂
“Although most women don’t have any creative hobbies or own interests, they do not tolerate, respect or appreciate anything that a man owns or whatever that he has mentally achieved, studied and professionally applied.” and here “If a man consists of 99 percent “positive qualities”, they get completely ignored, devalued, taken for granted and “played down”, even in front of others. And the remaining 1 percent will be used to crucify and demonize him.”
I agree. I have also had personal experience of this, some of which I touched on in my own introduction.
Anyway, not wanting to derail your thread Gargamel. I also look forward to your next installment.
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
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