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June 29, 2015

Greek Roundabouts and Swingers

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 12:30 pm

So, while still being a recidivist misogynist bastard, I got a regular squeeze that often stays over, so this morning as she is off to work and I have a later start, she comes back to the bedroom after getting washed and dressed and ready to leave, and gives me a morning blow-job.

You literally can’t get that morning blow-job if you are hard-line MGTOW and kick the skank out at midnite after emptying your balls into her….

***irrespective*** of the merits or perils of being hardline MGTOW or having the bitch stay overnight, the significant factor here is you can’t get the morning blowjob if you kick her out at midnight and retire to your bed alone.

It’s 100% either or.

Greece (and most of the rest of the western world) is like that, or at least it is as soon as you stop with the bullshit and delusions and live now pay later kick the can down the road defer the bill as long as fucking possible while still stuffing your face at the all you can eat buffet.

Once the music stops and the light go up it’s back to reality, and either or.

But there is reality, and then there is everyone’s opinion on what is reality, and opinions are like assholes, we have all got one, and most of them are similar, but separate.

So far nobody has commented on the fact that the Greek reality happened on a Saturday the 27th of the month, typically just in time to NOT pay everyone’s wages into the bank on the last day of the month (Tuesday 30th this month)

How convenient for TPTB.

How inconvenient for the proles on the street.

So let me tell you a few things about ATM’s, I work with these things, but I don’t work for a security firm filling them with cash, if I did I’d have been programmed to freak out with secrecy and not discuss any of this with outsiders.

Think if a BIG office printer, the kind where there are multiple drawers of bins holding the feed paper, you’re kind of on the right lines, now securityify the thing up, rigid steel frame, panels, doors.

Doesn’t actually need a print head, as the paper in the bins is pre-printed, so it’s only a question of dispensing 5 sheets from the 10 bin when you ask for 50 etc.

round the font you have a flat screen and some keypad and buttons for the user interface.

round the back there are more keypads and stuff so the security droids can get it to unlock the empty drawer cartridges and accept the full ones, after inputting the correct codes and personal identifiers and codes of the day / week etc

And then there is the internet connection… of course the ATM uses this to check with your bank that your card is valid, and that you have 50 available to withdraw, and then tells it you have done so, and your new balance is applied to your account etc.

The ATM of course also uses this to report on its own health, intrusion detection operations, software and firmware updates, code registry updates and so on and so forth.

No internet connection = “We’re sorry, this ATM is not available” message on the front.

As to what they hold, the typical full size machine can hold easily in excess of a million in cash, they can hold a few millions actually, if you get one that is chock full, which means one that has just been filled, which also means one that all of the drawers and cartridges are used in.

Let’s say it takes 60 seconds for a complete user cycle, lets say each user can draw 250 bucks / quid / euro / fecalcoin notes, that’s 250 x 60 per hour which = 15,000 an hour, over a 24 hour period that’s 360,000, over a 7 day period that’s 2.520 million, and they really need to go a week or two between refills…. and you usually have two together, so customers aren’t “inconvenienced” when one is down for maintenance etc

Obviously the guys and gals filling these machines are carrying around several million in cash every day, but it isn’t loose cash, it’s in these tins or cartridges… hell, inkjet ink is the most expensive liquid known to man, but nobody actually HANDLES the shit with bottles and funnels and pouring and so on, in the same way nobody actually HANDLES the cash.

THAT is done behind high walls and closed doors and rules that you can take your cellphone and car keys and credit cards with you, but ALL cash and coin stays in your home, you don’t even have any in your car which you drive to work in.

Because essentially nobody is trusted, so these steps all serve to remove every single individual from temptation.

So, if you have a “Greek” event…. all you have to do is send an update via the internet to all your ATM’s, don’t let anyone draw more than 50 if they are greek or more than 100 if they are a bloody tourist.

It’s no different to an ISP sending a throttle command to the modem they provide you with for “free”, or a suspension of service command to the radius server that lets you get access to their network, or a fuck you go use this proxy instead of a direct connection.

You see, it’s simple programming, provided you have the computer power floating around somewhere, you can do the following.

1/ Take all unique personal account customers of natbarcloyd banks details, and use those details to create and populate a new database of customers of the new nationalised natbarcloudstatebank

2/ set up a cron job to push 100 newbucks a week into each account

3/ allow every user to draw up to 20 newbucks a day from the ATM

4/ send a command to every ATM to not dispense anything from any cartridges still tagged as containing euros

5/ send G4s out with newbux to replace the euro in the ATM’s

it’s literally a 24 hour financial coup that CAN be implemented from the top down, if you have access to the correct level of coders and security types, you’re talking a group of maybe 50 people can MAKE this happen and push it out to the masses.

It’s like my morning blowjob, in the either or sense, you either hand a banking system that allows this shit, in the system sense, or you have one where it is impossible, and if you have one where it is impossible, you don’t get your morning blowjob, ever.

Letting the bitch sleep overnight is letting the bankers / state impose / use a fiat currency, it’s either / or.

Back when I was  lad, the technical definition of inflation was “an increase in the money supply”

If there was one billion pounds of money in the system (doesn’t have to be all banknotes in a fiat monetary system, digital credits count too) and you increase the supply to 1.1 billion then you got 10% inflation.. end of…

Fractional reserve banking and loans are therefore inflationary by nature.

Here in the UK we have 60+ million people who think we are independent, because we use the Pound Sterling, not the fucking Euro, wherever it is printed.

They all forget, we USED to have Pounds, shilling and pence, 240 pence to the pound, or 20 shillings of 12 pence to the shilling, then we had “decimalisation” and an ENTIRELY NEW currency of 100 new pennies to the “pound”, but it was still ***called*** pennies and pounds, so nobody reacted to it like a name change from say drachma to euros.

Of course, this was all “before records began” back in the late sixties, the fact that it was in living memory is neither here nor there, now we have a constantly moving goalpost of “when records began”, see, that’s another way of changing the playing field, changing when your records begin and discarding all the older stuff.

Since records began in 1996 not only have house prices not risen *that* much, but the Mongol hordes under Genghis Khan haven’t invaded anyone at all, bastards still go on about my armed robbery and murder convictions throughout the seventies and eighties when I was a gangland kingpin though…

Which all brings me neatly and disjointedly to a local swinger “couple” as in they aren’t a couple and don’t live together but for the purposes of swinging they are a fuckbuddy couple, as in, she only comes as part of a couple, but he meets on his own, and she does not ever, so don’t ask, or it will offend, fnaar fnaar.

So they get pissed off when I say Fuck you I’m not interested in you as a couple unless she swings alone with me, and when I point out that ALL I AM DOING is imposing upon them, that which they seek to impose upon others, it’s toys outta da pram time.

And that’s the grexit in one sentence, when the Greeks try to play turnabout is fair game, it’s a bit like the Russians and Putin being labelled “aggressive” and “escalating” and “warmongering” for noting that all those NATO bases are within 100 miles of Russian borders, and none of them are within 1000 miles of USA borders, or the Russians deploying a mere 40 new nuclear missiles, some decades after Bush II administration said fuck you and walked away from Nixon’s 1972 limitation treaty and started building new nuclear missiles.

That shit isn’t an unfortunate CONSEQUENCE of an asymmetric system, the fucking asymmetric system is chosen mainly because it has those fucking properties, that is the whole fucking idea, shit runs downhill, asymmetric systems exist to define the direction of the slope.

I get a nice blowjob and not a slit throat or an empty wallet in the morning BECAUSE the relationshit is asymmetric, she does not hold the power and dare not fuck it up, and all that keeps that shit clean and lean and clear is the fact that the one with the power does not abuse it.

But then, I got morals and standards, despite the fact that my claimed total lack of morals and standards of any kind is always the first refrain of everyone who tries to manipulate me and make me their (too meek and timid to stand up for themselves) bitch.

Hey, no worries, the “contagion” from the greek collapse and exit is planned for and contained.

Now, who wants a blowjob in the mornings, OK, form an orderly queue and vote here…

 

June 7, 2015

Crunchy Frog and Krispy Kreme

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 12:12 pm

Most of you know my day job, for those that don’t, my day job is installing or repairing main-street business internet connections, either on the premises, in the local exchanges, in data centres or in the network operation centres.

I got a pocket full of ID saying I am from all the big players, depending on the job and site and who I am representing.

When I say “business” I don’t just mean high street shops, I do military bases, traffic lights, police stations, water works, schools, children’s homes, motor factors, electrical good suppliers, basically fucking everything that is *NOT* a home broadband / internet connection.

I’ve talked here before, extensively, about how flaky and piss poor it all is, but I know y’all don’t REALLY get it… you’re not nearly scared enough… so, hold that thought, and hold what I typed above, while I do a little detour…

A detour into documented vs undocumented.

A documented change is a change that is ordered or recorded in documentation, and anyone else who has access to that documentation is therefore aware of it… eg  “I have replaced the twin 30 ampere breakers with a single 50 amp breaker” and I did this because your wife’s new mega cooker would trip the 30 amp breakers on full load, the downside is you USED to have one 30 amp breaker on your mains socket ring main, and one on the lighting and ventilation circuit… so you USED to be able to trip the socket ring main one and work safely on the sockets and mains gear in the basement while still having the benefit of mains illumination and ventilation, not any more, now it is all either live, or a dark cave.

If you don’t know when you walk in, or when you specify new kit, like the 40 ampere cooker…

In the day job, it usually concerns IP addresses and ranges, and there are only so many to go around, and no tow devices can have the same IP address…

..or rather, they can….. I could in theory put a box on the backbone and give it the IP address 8.8.8.8, which is Google, so you have, effectively, two separate boxes on the internet, both of which are in effect saying “I’M Spartacus!”

The problem is, when you connect YOUR box to the net, and you want to talk to Spartacus and ask where you can find a webpage that will tell you how to wire up a hifi loudspeaker crossover circuit, how does YOUR computer know which is the real Spartacus?

In reality, because your request has to be ROUTED through so many intermediaries, all of whom know who the real Spartacus is, it’s not much of a problem.

(windows users, press Windows key and R simultaneously, a box will pop up, type “cmd” into the box and press enter, this will bring up the console… type “ping 8.8.8.8” and it will tell you how long 8.8.8.8 took to respond to the ping request, and the TTL time to live for the ping request.. all good fun, now type “pathping 8.8.8.8” and be patient for up to three minutes… this command will list all the noted or hops or boxes in between you and spartacus, and after a delay, how many packets each one of them dropped… very useful windows command that has been in there since the XP days..)

So… in the world of BUSINESS network connectivity, things are different, it’s more like there is the internet, and there is the 10 laptops in your own home on your own LAN, except they don’t talk to each other JUST via the router that sits between your and the internet, as in laptop01 > home router > laptop02, but each request goes VIA the internet, laptop01 > store router > internet > store router > laptop02, and laptop01 and 02 may or may not be in the same physical shop.

So we have sites with 950 physical bricks and mortar addresses, and maybe 85 different things connected at each site, and shit isn’t working at site number 157.

Sometimes, you get in a place where you have to stay on the job until it is fixed, eg until site 157 IS working, which means it can talk to HQ (site 001) and a few others, and so on.

Sometimes, according to the documentation, what you have *should* work, but, it doesn’t… somewhere there is a setting that isn’t what you expect, of course that could be anywhere, not just on the corporate VPN, could be in the ISP / provider’s routing tables… who knows, you don’t and you have no way to find out.

Some times, you can look at it and say OK, they have 950 stores, so I’ll just make an imaginary store number 951… change these settings just so, aha, bingo, it works.. but you DARE NOT DOCUMENT what you have done, because according to the documentation, the documented set of numbers and details should work.

Possibly the reason they don’t is back when the company only had 945 stores, someone thought they would fix a problem by making imaginary store 950, who knows.

Real hilarity ensues when you make a mistake and tell the box in store number 949 that it is Spartacus, not knowing that store number 236 also thinks it is Spartacus, because this is a business connection none of the other stores including HQ at store 001 know which is the real Spartacus, so anything can happen, from traffic getting broken up and routed to both 949 and 236, to what should happen, HQ, store 001 saying “I don’t trust either of you bastards” and kicking both store 949 and 236 off the corporate network until a technician (like me) can get on site to sort it… tens of thousands of dollars an hour down the drain, cash sales only in both those stores for the duration.

Real real hilarity ensures when someone makes store 949 think it is Spartacus, and in fact HQ store 001 is supposed to be Spartacus, you can take all 950 stores offline with that one…

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Of course, this is what all the ISO / BS / six sigma and other bullshit is supposed to prevent, everything is documented, but the fact is if you want everything documented, you have to document it, and then design a computer record system around THAT, not what happens, which is to tweak the documented system to that it fits the computer programmers design and code.

Which means there is a LOT of scope for undocumented shit, because if it is undocumented, there is no way you can blame employee payroll #628 for doing it….  which is why employee #628 made fucking sure it wasn’t documented.

Between THAT, and shit just falling through the cracks, eg work order was generated for a telecom guy to turn up on site and install a VDSL/FTTC NTU network termination unit / socket, guy turn up and does this, nobody told him it should not go here with all the other stuff that comes in from the street cabinet, but in the comms room 4 doors down the corridor, and nobody told him to install a VDSL modem as well, or even if they did tell him, nobody made sure that there was actually a spare mains power plug anywhere near the new install site to power the VDSL/FTTC modem… you get the picture, between these falling between the cracks sorts of issues, and the undocumented shit issues, you just about accounted for 98% of all issues.

Thing is, my day job EXISTS to put out the fires caused by this 98% of issues, I am a full time fireman, and I am always putting out fires in the IT infrastructure, because there is always something somewhere on fire, and there is a never ending supply of new fires being started because of shit falling between cracks and undocumented shit..

So now it has become the new norm… people in the industry and joining the industry have never known anything except a hideously complex ghetto with guys like me running all over it on our insectile feet putting out fires… of which there are always thousands…

I mean, I get on site, there is flammable material everywhere, and you are all sat around smoking and flicking your dog ends everywhere, and you actually expect me to give a fuck when YOU clearly don’t?

In the past THREE FUCKING YEARS, do you know how many sites I have gone to where there was a printed network map fixed to the cabinet door?

It’s a smaller number than the number of sites I have gone to with a clean and tidy and professionally racked and cabled cab, and that is about three in total.. the first number is zero by the way.

NORMAL is getting on site with a new router, because, you know, the problem with your old EFM service wasn’t all of the above, it is that it wasn’t fibre, so we will upgrayeed all this shit for y’all, and significant expense of course, it’s an exercise in upselling, not remedy… so there I am, fuck all documentation apart from a postal address and and end user name and a telco name, it would be nice to know the circuit ID I’m supposed to be connecting to, or the LAN switch port, but fuck that, the cisco command “sh int desc” *might* tell me, assuming I know the login and pass, assuming the monkey that wrote the config bothered to put such REM statements in, assuming that even when they have it is more informative than “GE0/1 LAN – GE 0/0 WAN”

When I work it all out it still doesn’t work, because you have an ADVA box that is providing 100 meg fibre bearer and a Cisco box that someone has written in the config for GE0/1 “speed 100” which won’t work, because the Cisco box is talking to a non-Cisco box, so it just sits there with a dead circuit, so if I have the login and pass I change it to “speed auto” and bingo it just fucking works, write memory, another undocumented change, not a biggie as these things go.. but another brick in the wall.

Fuck it, I get my forms signed and I’m outta there.

And if y’all think there is ANY part of modern civilised life that does not just stop fucking dead when the internet connections for it go down, y’all just haven’t been paying fucking attention.

And baby, when push comes to shove, it’s the arms of the state that will get connectivity second, the multinationals like google and fuckbook and the banks and major supermarket chains first, infrastructure like traffic lights and water plants third, and as for your home broadband, you’ll come last, and by that I mean y’all will get FUCKING limited connectivity on an ad-hoc basis to one or two proxy services only… as in AOL walled garden days, port 80 http traffic and throttled at that, or sweet fuck all.

http://imgur.com/a/c0FZ3/noscript

June 6, 2015

I don’t *have* the fucking answers.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:23 pm

It’s like that line from the early part of GTA-V where Michael’s kid says “My mum used to be a skank…”

I *used* to shit in my daiper, I don’t any more, and so it’s sort of acceptable both because it was decades ago, and also because *everyone* else did too.

I *used* to drink drive too, fewer decades ago, and not everyone did, and I really do not expect everyone to find it acceptable just because it is in my past.

But it gets complicated, today,  I’d rather someone turned up to collect me from the railways station smelling of booze than with pants full of shit, the drunk can get in the passenger seat and I’ll drive home…. fecal freddie can stay in the car with the windows shut, I’ll get a cab…

But when someone becomes “unacceptable” because of an act they have done, well, world’s change…

My main employer became unacceptable to me last month, not in the sense that I jacked the job in, but in the sense I stopped giving a fuck, so despite still doing everything contractually required of me, I’m no longer going that extra mile and using the cerebral ability and experience and common sense that frankly speaking they weren’t fucking paying me for anyway…

I still get a 100% completion rate, as in 100% of my jobs get all the paperwork signed and sealed and some fucker gets billed and no come back on me, but my actual *success* rate, where the end user is back online and all the staff can update fuckbook etc, that’s fallen from about 60% to about 35%.

I am effectively HALF as effective as I was, just because my employer did one thing that I found unacceptable to me, and yes, I got it remedied within 72 hours, but the cunts should never have done it it the first place, tried their best not to remedy it when I raised it, only did so when I threatened legal action, and of course never issued an actual apology, as they are still convinced that they are in the right…. after all, I’m just a lowly fucking wage slave.

My day job is effectively now easier, because I give less of a fuck.

Her indoors noted all this, and several pieces of jigsaw fell into place, the shit I have been telling her about only giving someone one chance to fuck up as an answer to the question of why a wonderful guy like me was single when you met me bitch, everyone else did what my employer did…. differences between my employer and skank ho ex cum buckets is my employer is still fucking paying me, that’s why I stay with the bitch.. lol

It’s a fucking learned response, she is now applying it herself to her life, and finding all sorts of “nearest and dearest” that have been near and dear for upwards of twenty fucking years are actually just unacceptable skanks of one form or another, and only got away with it because of some label like “Employer” or “Brother” or “Mother”, as though these are excuses for less than exemplary behaviour, as opposed to being reasons for best possible behaviour and practices at all times…

In the “night” job things go on slowly and steadily, but this week I was treated to a series of emails from three different senior staff members from a local company that makes shit out of acrylic asking me to quote to do X for them.

There have been about 20 emails back and forth, and I still don’t have one or two fundamental and crucial design issues answered, but I do now have a fucking purchase order… don’t have the shit yet, just the purchase order, I guess it will take another three managers a week to organise sending me that shit… then they will come up against the fact (stated on my website) that I don’t do credit or 30 day terms or account terms or anything except payment on collection, payment on shipping, or cash with order if I am buying materials too… which will no doubt take another three managers another week to sort out…

They apparently have two lasers in house, one of which is on the blink, and I *believe* that the timescales and cost of fixing the dying one has made them shit themselves, so it looks like it is like the company I work for in the day job, fucking expensive products / service, but allegedly to world class and all sorts of big name customers, big fancy expensive premises, and bunch of managers on big salaries, and a handful of actual workers on fuck all money who don’t give a fuck.

Her indoors is thinking I may be on to a good thing, when they work out that outsourcing a portion of their production to me will be cheaper for them than fixing their laser.

Me, I’m not convinced, I am already working for one set of assholes in my day job.

I don’t need another set for my night job.

Especially as, as predicted by me, the mythical kickstarter job that was going to allow me to retire early in three month’s time is -crickets-

That and a buck will buy you a coffee, it’s a good mantra to live by.

 

May 30, 2015

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Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:21 pm

I’m in a funny place at the moment, funny as in the boot being on the other foot as far as small business / entrepreneurs are concerned.

As in, people are coming to me, and some of them have the big ideas and the “just waiting for this guy to give me the green light, then I’ll be coming to you with loads of work” and of course “how much discount will I get for 100 off, 1,000 off, and 10,000 off?” before they have even placed an actual order for one off…

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m as gung ho as the next guy, and more power to ya bro, and all that jazz, but……

…..but, you got to fucking realise there is a whole world of difference between a serious player and a dreamer, and the dreamers are invariably asking questions about volume discounts before actually placing a fucking order for one item.

Meanwhile there are guys like “Joe”, who will turn up every week with 150/200 bucks worth of work in small repetitive not very exotic or glamorous but quite pleasing and quite good quality jobs.

“Joe” is my bread and butter, 100 bucks a week trousered is over 5k per annum, and that makes a fucking difference… 4 x “Joe’s” is a basic living wage.

4 x dreamers and a buck will buy you a coffee.

The current squeeze (who is turning out to be real sweet) isn’t experienced enough in life to get it yet, she still sees the dreamer’s enquiries and gets all excited at the potential money, hey, could be 3,000 bucks a week, yeah could be, but, that and an actual real physical buck in your hand from “Joe” will buy you a coffee, so I respond to the dreamer’s email like a lottery ticket, you never know, it may pay off, and if you don’t play you don’t get to pay, but 5 minutes of my time and that is it…. I got more important fish to fry.20150529_181924a

More important fish like Joe, I’m sitting here chilling typing this and drinking coffee, but later I’m going to do a couple of hours worth of work for Joe, at 100 bucks an hour, and that work is physically sat here waiting to be done. Not pie in the sky.

I’m better employed using my time and equipment to do “homers” like the bespoke acrylic fish tank lid above and building a thing that is better than anything I can buy for 400 bucks, saving me spending out 400 bucks on an inferior item, sure, it’s not “income”, but it is a lack of “expenditure” which comes out much the same way, removing a negative from the other side of the balance sheet has a positive effect on this side of the balance sheet.

But, back to the dreamers…..

I have talked here before, long ago, about prototyping, EP1 and EP2, and PP1 and PP2 prototypes, and indeed how you need to maintain that mindset to separate AWALT from NAWALT and being able to type things like I did up there, that the current squeeze, is turning out to be real sweet, as in current, as in it’s still all gravy, what a ride, what a ride…

“Joe” is giving me work that he knows for a fucking fact he can sell at a small / reasonable profit, the dreamers are talking about giving me work that they hope they can sell at a profit.

Let me give you an example, a real world physical example, because I don’t want to diss dreamers, or hope, or aspirations, or yearnings, or anything else… fuck it, all those things are good, as long as they are seasoned with a heavy dose of reality.

IMG_1324Now the current squeeze is trying to make a go of things, trying to capitalise on opportunity, and at this point I should be clear, and not give the impression I knew this shit would not fly, I did not know either, so I don’t have a problem trying it.

So she goes out and spends her money on some hardwood ply, and some doll’s house plans, and we put those together with the laser and out the other end pops this twelfth scale doll’s house, and one other.

And there they have both sat for six weeks, despite being listed on amazon and ebay and her own new website, no sale thus far.

Now I’d hesitate to classify this as the “dreamer” I was talking about above, as this is a final design finished product, and money was thrown at actually buying materials and actually paying for laser time, but it is a lovely example of how the marketplace and competition and potential sales on the one hand, balance out on the other hand with over a 100 bucks worth of hardwood plywood and some laser time resulting in two lovely doll’s houses sitting on a single bed at home and taking up a lot of space, and doing nothing quite so well as serving as an ongoing warning about the differences between speculation and sales.

The dreamers are one step removed from this, they make have spent time and money on prototyping something, but they have stopped short of actually walking out on to the dance floor and asking the drop dead gorgeous babe with the big tits for a dance.

The current squeeze did take that walk, and (to be strictly fair, so far, as these items are still listed and for sale, and *could* sell tomorrow… who knows…) did not get the dance, and the two doll’s houses represent a physical reminder that wishes ain’t horses.

The dreamers, well, just cos I can see that a plane won’t fly, it doesn’t mean I myself have the skills to make it fly or fly it, so the dreamers, I can see what they are doing wrong.

There are gaps in the business plan, gaps that are filled with magic fairy dust.

“Joe” could sell both these doll’s houses in a week, because Joe has bricks and mortar business premises, and that ability to touch and feel and see in real life… well, I doubt Joe would sell *anything* either if all he had was a website and listings on amazon and fleabay.

Sure, amazon and fleabay give you a billion potential customers, and a billion potential competitors, meanwhile Joe has a footfall past the outside of his bricks and mortar premises measured in the hundreds per day, and maybe a couple of dozen enter, but, he has NO competition when you walk into his shop. When you walk into Joe’s shop, you either buy from Joe, or you walk away empty handed.

And the bottom line is in addition to these who enter his shop, Joe is touting for work, and he gets it, partly because he *has* a bricks and mortar shop, be it ever so humble, and mainly because he has been actually trading for some years, track record innit…. and he comes to me and spends a 100 bucks a week at *my* business, in the manufacture and finish of some of the products for *his* business.

The magic fairy dust filled gaps in the plan for my current squeeze are that she ain’t selling these doll’s houses, they represent stock that is taking up money and represents money spent on materials and laser time, rinse and repeat isn’t going to fix that…. meanwhile, Joe *could* sell them… meanwhile Joe’s wife has suggested that Joe *would* sell / exhibit them, yeah, sure, this is Joe’s wife speaking and not Joe, but you can see the obvious gap… the magic fairy dust is, in this case, this shit (doll’s houses) doesn’t sell worth shit when you are just one of a billion people online trying to sell them, but they would sell if you were bricks and mortar with mere hundreds walking past per day.

“I could sell a thousand of these per year, IF……” and the IF is the magic fairy dust, and I call it magic fairy dust simply because it is not seen as the impediment to the plan actually working, but as the reason the plan could work, tomorrow, or next week, or next month, if I just hang on long enough or get a good enough fleabay feedback or enough adwords or page impressions or such other magic fairy dust bullshit.

I have one such dreamer now, got to be said, I like the product they want to make, I think that in the right circumstances it would indeed sell, problem is, the facts are they are crowdfunding, and as I type they have achieved 2% of their goal for stage 1 production… with two weeks to go before the crowdfunding deadline.

I’ll give you a real world example, I had a mate who used to have a small industrial unit, we used to make good beer money, not *quite* a living, but a lot more than pocket money, buying old jukeboxes and refurbing them for sale to people who wanted one at home, it was steady if sporadic and financially worthwhile, then the landlord sold the block of units for a supermarket to be built, and that sideline / business died overnight, we could not get anywhere similar for a similar price in a similar location… game over man.

The “business” just was not viable paying 5x the rent for a similar sized modern “proper” industrial unit.

My *business* is only viable because I bought and own the kit outright, and there is little to no magic fairy dust involved. It was a straight out cash gamble, put your fucking money where your mouth is.

Slightly different to the current squeeze and Joe, who are selling PRODUCTS, in that I am selling a SERVICE, but very different to the dreamers, in that I can provide that service to you right fucking now, no delays or additional expenditures of maybe or what if or magic fairy dust… a bit like Joe’s shop when there aren’t actually any customers inside, it isn’t earning him anything, so it is only potential, but, IF someone walks in, there are no further delays or barriers to turning the dream into reality.

May 23, 2015

Tanks for the memories.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 12:06 pm

I am, I suppose, in a way, a bit of a record keeper… this isn’t as hard as it sounds, in the digital age, you just need regular backups to some location or device.

So I was able to look at what I was paying to rent a 3 bedroom property 6 years ago, and a 2 bedroom property 8 years ago, and compare it to what I am paying today.

Which brings us to the definition of “property”… you can go to the rightmove website and browse to your heart’s content, and most of the housing stock consists of places with main rooms that are each 100 square feet or less and bedrooms that are much smaller, and if they have gardens they are what we used to call “the size of a postage stamp” or “too small to swing a cat”… basically, literally just enough room for one of those pop up rotary clothes line things that my mum used to call a “whirly”

Of garages and outbuildings and such like, there are none.

But then this is what happens when you start cramming 12 or 15 or 17 “houses” together per acre, minus roads, pavements and services.

There isn’t even enough room in them to live, much less enough room to DO anything that might earn you a living, or save you money, or give you space to adapt.

My current pad does not have a garden, or exterior courtyard, or much of anything outside, but, what I class as my workshop is by far the biggest room in the house.

The other thing the workshop has that none of the rest of the place, and no other houses have, is level and easy access with wide doors… I used to do furniture removals many years back during a quiet spell, and I look at 99.99% of housing today and thank god I am not the poor bastard who has to maneouver a 3 seater sofa and king size bed from the wagon to the appropriate interior rooms… there is a reason self assembly furniture is so fucking popular here.

There is now a sufficient level of disconnect between what people actually need to live in to make a house a home, and those that build and design and approve them, that nobody even knows what a proper family home is any more.

I cannot stress the sheer convenience of being able to walk from the lounge to my workshop in less than 60 seconds, quite apart from the extra expense and lack of security, having to rent a workshop space a ten minute drive away just kills all sorts of productivity and time management, jobs that now are no more complex than going into the kitchen to make a meal take on the complexity of going camping, and if you forget anything, you got another round trip back to home and back to get it.

I’m reminded of old Stan, I haven’t even thought of the guy for years, but back in the seventies Stan bought an old (steam) traction engine for 500 quid.

It didn’t run, and even back then it would have cost 20,000 to fix up, but it moved if you towed it. I saw Stan move house twice, and it was always a major problem finding a place with a shed big enough to take his old engine, Stan used to grin, much to his wife’s chagrin, saying that this was the whole fucking point, any house that did not have a shed big enough for his engine would also be inadequate in many other ways…

My dad used to build boats for a hobby, all sorts between 15 and 30 feet, looking back he fucked up on the 30 footer, because he didn’t have his own land big enough to build it on, and they *could* have afforded it, a third of an acre would have done, and they later bought places with that, but at the time they were in places that had the “old” standard building plot of an eighth of an acre per house.

Stan bought an old worn out traction engine because he couldn’t afford an army surplus tank, that’s what he really wanted, a WWII Tiger tank… there used to be a guy about 6 miles from here that had an old Sherman in his front yard.

Today we live in a world where a guy who builds a wooden tree house in his own tree in his own back garden gets taken to the cleaners for violating planning permission, because some neighbour complained that it somehow affected the value of their home, shades of American style community laws about what you must and must not do with your own fucking property… how dare you wish to paint your own fucking front door cardinal red…

Of course, like everything else in modern life, it isn’t one size fits all so much as whatever you do, there better be a fucking form for it that you can fill in, that way, whatever you do, it is fucking guaranteed to generate ongoing revenue and employment for some other fucker in the state apparatchik.

I semi-permanently moved to a foreign country some years ago, there was an higher supra national hierarchy rule in place, to do or be X, you had to have completed Form ABC123, of course, nobody, not even the locals, had any interest in anyone *officially* being X, if you wanted to do it, just do it, and as long as you kept your nose clean and formed part of the community, nobody gave a shit… so they figured out that you weren’t in violation of this rule that you *must* complete and submit Form ABC123 if nobody in the town hall had any copies of Form ABC123 to give you, and, there were no specific rules in places to say that the town hall always had to have on hand a sufficient number of Form ABC123, so what they did was order 1,000 printed, and accidentally left the whole two reams on the loading dock in the rain.

It worked for several years, then eventually the hierarchy came down on the town hall, and me and a lot of others upped sticks and left… to be replaced by people who DID complete Form ABC123, but who, having done so and thus obtained their legal status, felt no need whatsoever to be a part of the local community, or to spend any of their income in the local community, or employ them.

I’ve got relatives trying this shit now in eastern Europe, sadly my relatives are complete shits who see the current anarchic state as a way of making money by getting bits of paper entitling them to do X, via possession of Form ABC123, thus far, despite all the talk of “this time next year we will be millionaires” and despite driving around in fairly new Mercs and suchlike, they are thankfully getting stonewalled and fucked over by the very communities they were attempting to helicopter in and exploit for their own personal gain…

The bottom line is this, even if you choose to be a 9 to 5 wage slave, you really do need a “home” that has enough room, and freedom, should you so choose, to put a tank on the front lawn.

This goes ten times as strong should you wish to have any sort of second string to your bow, or run a business from your own home.

Sadly, 99.999% of current housing stock makes such things impossible, which is not just fatal for the economy and freedom and liberty, it also means that those of us who do not WANT to live in a fucking shoebox or rabbit hutch, have to work with the remaining 0.0001% of housing stock, because buying say 3 acres of land to redevelop for your own purposes is also pretty nigh on impossible, one because people are either only selling tenth of an acre plots with outline planning permission for two rabbit hutches for enough money to buy a new top of the range Ferrari, or they are selling 20 acres of rough pasture with no possibility of any change of use from the planning department.

All that is left is my way, choosing one of the crap 0.0001% of housing stock that nobody else wants, and running my own small business ventures off the fucking radar with kit that I own outright with no leasing or loans or HP, if I make 200 bucks this week I do, if I don’t I don’t, buy hey, at least I don’t fucking pay tax on it.

May 15, 2015

Trust me, I’m an expert.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 1:00 pm

In my day job, or out of it, I’m a time served engineer, 4th generation at least, to my knowledge.

In simple terms what this means that unless you are also at the very least a qualified or experienced engineer, if you go up against me in an engineering scenario, you are going to lose.

You are going to lose in so many ways and on so many levels that you aren’t even going to be able to accurately gauge how badly and in what ways you are losing, hell, you may not even be aware that you are losing….

This is of course true for any skill-set you choose.

If you have spent your entire life working with numbers that represent “money” and “finance” and the name above the door on your business is Rothschild (amongst others) then it pretty much doesn’t matter who you go up against, even if they are an otherwise intelligent Harvard educated economist and accountant with many years of experience, you are going to win, and they are going to lose, they are going to lose so badly that they aren’t even going to be able to accurately gauge how badly and in what ways they are losing…

We have just had our faux elections here, meet the new boss, same as the old boss, and of course our new ministers for the economy are as outclassed as the old ones were when it comes to dealing with old money bankers.

I’m going to deviate from my usual form and talk specific personal shit now.

The new bitch, gotta admit, she is ticking all the boxes, but, of relevance to this post is a situation that actually happened here in real life a few weeks ago.

Essentially, I have no debt, no mortgage, no auto loans, no loans, no credit card debt, you get the pikcher…. she, on the other hand, despite earning 25% more than me, is drowning it debt.

She and her ex were up to the hilt on an insane interest only mortgage, multiple credit card debts up the wazoo, multiple bank loans, so the situation at the end of every month for her is once she has paid off all the repayments she has maybe 150 bucks left from her month’s salary. This is 150 bucks for everything by the way, food fuel, roof over her head the works, clearly it doesn’t compute, and the old “two can live as cheaply as one” comes into play, so in exchange for food and board and little else she works her ass off as domestic servant and sex slave… an arrangement we both find mutually pleasurable.. lol

So, in an entirely *sensible* bid to get this shit sorted, credit card debt is *expensive* so the thing to do is move it to a place where it is attracting lower interest, so the repayments go towards reducing the capital amount owed and not just making the interest.

So I sat here, almost lost for fucking words, bear in mind that purple text above showing the current state of her finances, she is basically up to the hilt and underwater, when she hits two websites, one for a large well known bank, and one for a large well known shopping chain, both of which are offering 0% interest on balance transfers for up to 36 months… and FUCKING LITERALLY 30 FUCKING MINUTES LATER she has been granted approval for one new credit card from each, adding a further 25 thousand bucks in credit availability.

Give the bitch her due, she shoved all her existing shit onto these cards which are now 75% full, at 0% interest for 36 months, cut up her old cards, and gave me these two new ones for safe keeping, and now her monies are going to balance reduction and not interest repayments.

But, it’s the “insanity” of lending someone who is already drowning in debt another 25k that I want to talk about, and notice I put “insanity” in quotation marks, lets go back to that YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE thing…

To the old money bankers, they aren’t going to lose, they have traded a bunch of 0’s and 1’s in computer files for an additional $25k / her hourly wage earning capacity, lets say for argument it’s $25 an hour, so 1,000 working hours, at 40 hours a week that is 1,000 / 40 = 25 weeks or 6 months of ADDITIONAL earning capacity, in addition to the 15 years or so she already owes them, this is assuming that she actually sticks to the theory and uses it solely as a balance transfer and debt repayment vehicle, not they way 99.9% of “customers” will see it, and weaken, and buy something new on the remaining capacity on the cards, which will turn it into a few extra years of earning capacity.

I want to put this into perspective.

Tuesday past, she got up at 5:30 am to get ready for the commute to work, which is now (as she is living with me) 90 minutes each way, she then does 10 hours at work, finishing at 6:30 pm, drives another 90 minutes home to me, she gets here at 8 pm, and then does the housework and cooks for me, by 11 pm she is in bed, but not asleep yet, as she spends 30 minutes blowing me and taking it up the ass, and then another 30 minutes scratching my nuts while I fall asleep smiling the smile of the innocent and satisfied.

I’m going to give the bitch her due, she laps it all up and loves it, and hates the fact that she is essentially sponging off me for food and board, but is grateful for the opportunity and my company and all that good stuff… but just look at the hours she is putting into all this, and it is all going to keep bankers fat in exchange for ski-ing holidays and other shit that is now no more than a dim and distant memory.

Yes, on the one hand, she does have the credit capacity to go out and buy me a harley, and I do not (neither one of us has the ready cash at the moment) but, IN EXCHANGE FOR WHAT?

In exchange for a few more years of her future earning capacity.

I, for my part, am NOT being offered (by the bankers) the “opportunity” to pledge a few years of my future earning capacity in exchange for a harley today.

From a purely personal perspective, I’m finding it hard to see how this is a bad deal for me, but, as I said before, it isn’t about my part, it’s about being on the losing side of a scenario where YOU are ALWAYS going to lose, because the OTHER GUY is the EXPERT and it is HIS LAWN.

Looked at this way, the other guy, the experts sitting on their own lawn, figure I’m good for a single credit card with a 750 buck limit, a limit that is NEVER going to be increased, because I don’t use that card every month, and when I do it’s usually the odd 100 buck purchase, and when I do, the balance is always cleared at the end of the month when I am paid my salary.

The experts who will ALWAYS win have decided that I am not a suitable person to play with, because they won’t win… and since there are so many suckers, large and small, out there, this doesn’t trouble them in the slightest, for every 1 of me there are 10,000 or more like the current bitch… and that’s where the winning plays (for them) are.

They aren’t going to lose ANY sleep over not getting a few years of my future earning capacity, when they have 10,000 other already owing decades of future earning capacity EACH, it’s like a cash millionaire missing out on getting one more buck from one more sucker, when there is a queue of thousands of suckers each trying to give them a twenty.

And really, who needs 10,000 suckers like my bitch, when you can get a government and an entire fucking country to play the same game, that’s where the *real* gig is at.. private banking is just icing on the fucking cake.

So our new chancellor, is the old chancellor, this guy.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Osborne and despite being privileged old money, the glaring omission is a lifetime as a time served banker, so he is going to lose, every time, and be unable to quantify how or in what ways he is losing to the bankers.

The only way to play and win, is to NOT play on their lawn, and that means not using their money, be it UK Pound Sterling,  US$, Bitcoin, or anything else that they issue or denominate, in your daily dealings with another human being.

You CANNOT play on their lawn and win.

It’s a bit like the old adage about a government policy that says it will do A, but what it actually does is B, all your comprehension problems disappear as soon as you accept that A was never anything more substantial that marketing bullshit, and B was always that actual goal of the policy.

 

April 28, 2015

Thin slices

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 9:54 am

As mentioned previously, the current wimminz has become somewhat of a regular thing, and that can be interesting because regular things open doors onto perspectives that casual things do not.

As a regular thing she sees much much more of my daily life, all the boring daily humdrum stuff, and importantly, most of what she sees, she sees from conception through planning to execution and fruition.

And, she is constantly amazed that basically 99% of the time I can do 100% of it “in house” without having to consult or hire anyone else.

Yeah, she is significantly younger than me, but, it’s not down to her relative youth or relative inexperience, most of the people she has known, including her ex, were as much use as a fucking chocolate teapot.

This was in the back of my head when talking to a mate about his new-ish business and the struggles he faced, and then I found myself chatting to a guy on holiday who happens to be a CEO of a medium sized company, in a field not a million miles away from my day job, so, we started comparing notes.

The PROBLEM with my day job is the problem with every single trade or venture out there, every single job or task has been sliced into pieces so thin that almost anyone with two weeks training can do any single slice, but the slices themselves are so small that anyone who can actually do the job isn’t given enough scope or data to even begin.

As I was explaining to the CEO, it is the ethos that he and his ilk have brought about in the public’s mindset over the last 30 years that is the problem, and that isn’t going to get fixed quick.

He wanted an example, I gave him one.

The skank’s car is in need of some work, it’s still functioning OK and hasn’t broken down yet, but without immediate remedial works that state of affairs is about to end.

I told her take the car down to Joe’s Garage, a small independent one man band, run away like fuck from all the main dealers and every other garage in town, CEO man wants to know why, surely some of them will be cheaper than Joe’s garage with his £60 an hour labour charge, and more efficient in what they can do in an hour as they will have all the latest gear, and so on and so forth.

Yeah, I said, see, here’s the thing, I don’t take my cars to Joe because he is the cheapest guy in town, I take my cars to Joe because I NEVER EVER EVER go back for the same job, or anything closely related, or anything that he might have noticed on a nearby component…. I take my cars to Joe because when he swaps an old part out for a new one the old parts he removed are lined up against the wall for inspection and discussion…. I take my cars to Joe because he is a tradesman and not just a fucking spanner monkey, and he can actually fabricate and make and mend shit…. I take my cars to Joe because he will turn around and say you don’t have to pay me all in one go mate, give me some this week and some next (I have never taken advantage of this)… I take my cars to Joe because Joe used to be a racing driver, in a small way, and maintains his own small stable of classic exotica, the guy is a fucking enthusiast… I take my cars to Joe because the guy has 30+ years of experience…. I take my cars to Joe because Joe is INDEPENDENT and doesn’t need to spout anyone else’s marketing shit…

CEO says gee, I wish I had a local garage like that…

Thing is, HE FUCKING DID HAVE, we all did, and one by one we all drove them out of business, and now they are all gone, and there is no way to get them back.

Everything has been sliced too thin…. and once you make that cut, you can’t put it back together, you have to start from scratch.

April 5, 2015

Still kicking

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:48 pm

And in 99.99% of ways absolutely fuck all new to say.. lol

Differences between me and most of the political / financial / commercial / military world.

I design and create a widget, it’s fucking awesome, but, it doesn’t sell, even when I show it to people and they say it is awesome, they don’t buy…

Me, I accept there is a problem, and stop trying to pimp the widget, everyone else, well, you just gotta keep doubling down on pushing that fucker, maybe until people have no choice about buying.

What a ride man, what a ride…

I got an MD5 hash for life, you go away, you come back, you said ain’t no shit gone down, ain’t nobody done nothing wrong, ain’t nobody trying to fuck you over brother, I look at the MD5 hash for you when you left, and when you come back, and the two don’t match.

That, right there, is enough info, and I’ll sit back and chill, you either will or will not give me an explanation that adequately and completely explains that change.

Or, sometimes, you’ll come back and tell me the MD5 hash has changes, and I’ll look at it, and see no change, and I’ll sit back and chill, cos you are one of them up above trying to sell me your widget.

I get this shit at work, babe, they tell me, you need to be doing this and this and this check box filling so we can move your ass up a grade and pay you moar munnay.

Yeah, if you wanted to pay me more money, you’d pay me more money, hey babe, here is 5% to compensate for cost of living rises, 5% for sticking with us another year and being loyal and no fuckups, and 5% so you got a little extra to do the things you need to do to get these extra certs and shit.

Instead I get 3%, down from the 3.2% I got last year, that is what happens when you get the same number “pay rise” year on year.

Yeah, I should be grateful to have a fucking job, yadda yadda…. scuse me while I doff my cap.

So despite two plus years of sterling service with zero sick days and zero fuckups of any kind, I’m actually on less money in real buying power terms than I was when I started with the company as a cipher, and I’m now in receipt of the third email from my line manager telling me about this years “pay rise” cos, see, I haven’t responded to the first two, like the grateful little serf I should be.

I am well past half a century old, I’m not going to sit here and say I have no ambition left, but, within the subset of my life that is me working for these assholes, there is surely none, in fact it is all negative, every possible theoretical gain that is on the table is going to cost me a *lot* more fucking effort that said gains will ever give me back.

I’m in it for the fucking ride, geddit… bit like the current and ongoing skank that had many thinking I was doing a Bill, I’m in it for the fucking ride, as long as the ride is worth it I’ll stay on-board.

For a virtual hobo like me, that ole freight going clickety clack at 25 mph is a good enough ride.

I’m in a place now where I am down to ONE FUCKING PERSON on the entire fucking planet who is older than me and thus more likely to pop their clogs before me that I actually give a shit about…. and that shit is a game changer, when there is nobody else left on the planet who you give a shit about who remembers how it used to be, how it could be, how it should be.

That’s the problem with Dilbert and XKCD and all that shit, everyone starts drawing lines between this cartoon or character and that real person, and none of them talk about real persons who don’t feature in any of the cartoons as a regular character.

I talked here before, years ago, about Dick Osband (https://wimminz.wordpress.com/2014/04/05/the-personal-computer-part-two/) you never see fuckers like that in the cartoons, the dilberts, the simpsons, the xkcd, the rest of the shit.

He’s in it for the ride too.

 

February 28, 2015

Sporadic signs of life

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 8:32 pm

As promised / threatened, real life is taking more of a front seat (in a good way) and this is taking more of a back seat, also in a good way, as I have said most of what I have to say, and much of what is left is just oh look, yet more of the same shit, when will this shit end (I don’t know)

What I do know is it was getting time to team up with someone, in the business sense, as I just didn’t have the hours in the day on my lonesome, but the teaming up would have to be based on someone who saw shit the way I did, and who was amenable to following my lead where required and being taught by me when required (in case you’re wondering, I’m talking about the lasershit)

Judging from everything I have written here, you’d be forgiven for thinking, like me, that it was a no brainer that whoever this team up person was, it was going to be another dyed in the wool misogynistic MGTOW like me, so imagine my fucking surprise when out of nowhere comes the perfect candidate, except he has a cunt, tits and ass… so he is a she.

He is in fact in many ways me, but with a cunt, tits and ass, and god knows, I always said if I could clone myself I would give my clone a sex change so I could fuck myself, which would make a pleasant change from the rest of the world trying to fuck me over.

Red pill wise, he/she has basically none, there were a bunch of things where I saw stuff and leapt to the usual conclusions, yes folks, I have seen this movie a million times already, but out of fairness I did look deeper, and lo and behold, the actual facts were utterly different from the million re-runs, when she left her husband, because the marriage was dead and had been for years, contrary to the advice of all which was to kick him out and keep the kids, she left him with the kids and house, and continues to pay her half of the bills, as she says, this is the only right and fair thing to do, and yet this bitch actually fucking does it… she goes out and does work, and by work I mean a man’s job, as in she is the only wimminz in the workplace, the rest are all men, and then pays her own hard earned wages to her (ex) husband for the upkeep of the children and their home, and visits two or three days / evenings a week to keep a relationshit going with the kids, who still have their own home, same school, same friends, same local haunts to play in. Kudos where it is fucking due.

In a sense, none of that matters a fuck to me, but, the type of person who owns their own responsibilities like that while also eating the shit they were a part of, is exactly the type of person I need to team up with in business, because it is a person who actually does give a fuck about getting the best quality product out the door, because you really are only as good as your last job, and the kind of person that knows that you make your own luck, by working long and hard at something for months of even years for little or no reward, until the day comes that you turn the corner and start to get the payoffs, and everyone else says you were just “lucky” to make money at that shit, because, hey, “anyone” could do it.

What I have been saying here is that STATISTICALLY speaking, 99% of the population is wimminz and niggerz, and fucking useless as a result, and bro’s before ho’s, and there are fuck all bro’s about, so the proverbial “woman” was about as common as rocking horse shit, it’s fucking hard enough finding a guy with his own balls nowadays.

But, what she reminds me of is the fact that statistics and probabilities by definition have their fucking outliers, the proverbial lightning strikes on the tree in your garden.

She is a reject from the world of wimminz, and I don’t mean that in the way of a reject shoe from a shoe factory, I mean it in the way of an albino nigger, of which there is a bit in the news at the moment re them being cut up for witch doctor practices in Africa, as in, in every way functional and healthy, but just different enough in enough subtle ways that the herd rejects them as not being one of us…

Hey, I can fucking relate to that shit… lol

So this post is about that, not some skank that is emptying my balls or teaming up with me in business, but about the fact that encountering her has drawn my attention to something that I personally have for far too long overlooked, and that is the statistically insignificant outlier events.

They matter, and I have been ignoring them for far too fucking long, and gazing at the underbelly of the beast that is western society and economies in general, while not realising that me buying a fucking laser and starting a “proper” business that actually fucking makes something, is itself a statistical outlier.

99.9% of business started by individuals are service businesses, gardeners, mechanics, plumbers, hairdressers, accountants, PC repairs, none of them actually make any fucking new products by taking in raw materials and working on them.

And, as a result, I have been bumping into other similar outliers, and they are slowly becoming customers, and suppliers, and friends, and you know what, one or two of them are also born with cunt and tits and ass…

Shit has been under my nose in this very town / city the whole time, and I never met one of these people much less suspected their existence, prior to cementing my own status as an outlier by buying the fucking laser.

Whoodathunkit.

February 8, 2015

Humping the shark

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 2:03 pm

Now, you all know me.. or to be specific and accurate, with one or two exceptions none of you know me from Adam, but you have read enough of my stuff to form a picture of the type of guy I am.

While it may be interesting to sit back and listen to the various opinions of what that is (everything from misogynist dinosaur through asshole rapist to gawd knows what no doubt…lol) it is fairly safe to say that most of them are going to involve some sort of doesn’t give a fuck guy who sometimes plays the world’s smallest violin towards causes that the sheeple (wimminz and niggerz) hold dear.

And this post is an example of why that very anonymity, both of myself and the individuals I sometimes write about, is so so so important, not just for their privacy, but because stripping their individuality from the narrative leaves only the bare bones of what I am trying to say, making the deeply personal impersonal, and therefore making it applicable to all, and readable by all.

So, anyway, there I am, one day last week, my pet owned slut, who I will confess to feeling a great deal of affection for, who is still married and who is cuckolding her husband to the degree that he no longer has sexual access to or use of her, is skyping her husband from my house, to do this skype to the “husband that is, father that is and lover that was” she has gotten dressed, not just so the kids don’t see her in flagrante, but also so the husband doesn’t, it’s not “his” flesh any more.

Now, quite apart from being camera averse anyway, I really don’t want any part of such scenes, they are none of my business, I did not make any promises or vows to him, I don’t have any kind of relationship with him (it’s not a “triangle”, three dots connected by three lines, it’s three dots connected by two lines 0-0-0)and basically there is no upside to any of us for me to do this, I may well be her owner, but there are limits that the wise and experienced Dom will not cross, here be dragons.

However, I do not live in a 400 room palace, so it’s not like my slut can wander off to some room in the East wing of the property to skype her “ex” and kids, so, I inadvertently heard some of the convo.

It was the bit about their ex-sexual relationship, once the kids had vanished from his end of the connection (one of the things I approve of with this one, she isn’t in any way changing the kids lives vis-a-vis where they live etc, still in the same house with daddy, minimal disruption, well done that girl.) and I hear and see this guy (and yes, he and I have met face to face several times) refer to his own cock as “unemployed”, in a sad and forlorn way.

I mean, Jesus fucking H Christ, I don’t want to diss this guy in any way, I’m not some tosser who feels good because I have “won” another man’s woman from under his nose or any of that shit or any other shit, and my own opinion is their marriage has been the walking undead for several years at least before I came along, but basically, he is just a nice quiet guy, I don’t dislike him, I don’t disrespect him, I don’t feel no empathy for him, I don’t sneer at him, I don’t denigrate him, I don’t shame him, I don’t want to hurt him or damage his pride.

But, Jesus fucking H Christ, I can’t relate to the guy, I can’t envision ever referring to my own cock as unemployed just because some skank no longer wanted it, I’d be referring to her cunt as the thing that had passed its use by / best before date.

On the one hand, this is exactly WHY she can’t get enough of my cock and no longer has any interest in his, but the temptation to go down that path again leads us all away from the crucial factors here.cartoon3

I talked before on here about the mouse metropolis experiments and the “beautiful ones”, and I have talked before about the feminisation of men in western society, I have talked before about all the things that lead to this guy, and millions like him, not being a manly man, but being the kind of weak and insipid metro-sexual male that the feminazis were so keen to breed, and look where the fuck it gets you.

It gets you dumped by the one thing you wanted and adore.

I don’t blame him or look down on him, he is a good little robot that absorbed all his social engineering programming, I just don’t respect him.

And, as I said earlier, while I respect the slut in question, my slut, his sexual ex, for her decision to utterly ignore her social engineering programming and leave the kids where they are and where they belong, in their own home with their own dad, this doesn’t mean that she was any more immune to this social engineering programming than he was, she just happened to be a touch stronger than him, and resist one particular part in a way that I approve.

She is just as much a victim of this social engineering programming, because the fact is, as insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast as this guy is, he is quite man enough for the challenge of living and working in 20/21st century western society, itself an insipid and mild mannered and Milquetoast society, in which no notable skills of any kind are required to stay alive and “prosper” and reproduce…

Which means that he makes a perfectly “adequate” 20/21st century husband / father / lover.

But the social engineering programming also entreats all females to aspire to the more than adequate, the more than they have, the much vaunted manosphere concept of hypergamy.

In any other age my bitch would have been more than happy with her lot, in this age… well…….

This is the age of the interest only mortgage, the most ludicrous financial concept imaginable, a concept so ludicrous even the feeble minded would sneer at it, or so you would think…

My bitch and her unemployed ex cock have one, quelle fucking surprise.

I haven’t yet explained to her what an interest only mortgage is… I pity her as much as him, and I see little upside to being around when she finally gets clued in, she won’t be happy.

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Imagine a house or property, it doesn’t matter what it is, just picture one, and hold that PICTURE in your head.

Now, the vendor says they want X price for it.

You, you don’t have X.

Time was you could either walk away and rent, or step up to the plate and try to get a mortgage. Traditionally here in the UK these were limited to a multiplier on your annual salary, and it varied between 3.5 to 4.5 times your annual salary, eg if your job paid you 10,000 a year, the maximum mortgage you could get would be a 20 year 85/90% mortgage for between 35,000 and 45,000, that’s it. You would require a 10/15% CASH deposit, no if but or maybe.

So we went down the road of liar loans and self certification and 100% mortgages and then 110% mortgages and then 120% mortgages, and when the steam ran out of that bullshit we had to bring in something else to keep the ponzi scheme going.

Enter interest only mortgages, now, despite the name being “interest only mortgage” and featuring the word “mortgage” in there, these things are like “parental rights” when applied to anything with a penis calling itself a father in secret family courts, it is there in the name only… Operation Iraqi Freedom, the Patriot Act, you get the idea…

So, back to your PICTURED property.

Back to the vendor who says they want X for this property.

Back to the “Mortgage” Loan Company.

In the old days, the mortgage loan company loaned you the money, you bought the capital in the property, and the mortgage loan company held on to the deeds until you had paid off the mortgage, at which point (leasehold land aside) you owned the shit outright.

In the new days, you have your PICTURED property, the vendor who says they want X, and you go to the “interest free mortgage” loan company.

The loan company essentially goes out back and prints the money to buy the PICTURED house for X from the vendor (who won’t ever actually see the X, it’s just electronic data in a file), and THEN they come back down and sit at a table with you.

At that point, they indulge in an ENTIRELY SEPARATE CONTRACT AND DEAL WITH YOU.

And that deal is simple, the capital / asset / ownership / deeds of the place isn’t even on the table, the old vendor was paid X by your loan company, who now own the PICTURED property 100%.

The “deal” that IS on the table is this.

For around 50/70% of what a mortgage would have cost, this loan company will allow you to enter into a binding 20 year rental contract on THEIR property, and the only thing that is binding is that YOU can’t get out of it, THEY can change the terms, interest rates, or sell it on at will.

What you are doing is paying the loan company “back” the “money” that it printed into existence the moment IT bought that PICTURED property for X from the vendor.

Your name is not on the deeds. Your name is never going anywhere near the fucking deeds.

When you have finally paid back the “interest only” loan, well, you’re back where you fucking started, homeless and fucking broke, course, you could always negotiate another “loan” with the company.

And these same cunts tell me that they could not do what I do, which is rent, because renting is “more expensive and less secure”.

No shit, when my bathroom ceiling collapsed due to a water leak, my fucking landlord had to fix it and foot the bill, in your case you will be legally liable to pay to maintain the mortgage companies property.

Come time to move to something in a different area or with more room or nearer work or what the fuck ever, I give my landlord 30 days notice.

You, you have to find some schmuck like you to buy the 30k house that your mortgage company printed 220k to buy, only you have to find some schmuck willing to pay 220k to the mortgage company for their property so they will release you from your legal liability to them,and then where are you, sat right next to me on the street, with no capital from the sale of the asset that you never owned, no matter how much it “appreciated” in “value” while you were busy paying the loan company for the money they magicked into existence at zero cost or effort.

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And if you think there is anything less than a FUNDAMENTAL and ELEMENTAL and VITAL connection between the type of guy I am, and me being the cuckold-er, he / they being the type of people that he / they are, and him being the cuckold-ed, and her being my slut, then you ain’t been paying fucking attention.

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