Not humans though, they are easy, cows are much harder, much bigger necks.
I used to use a knife with an 8 inch blade, but, I have also done it with a Buck knife with a 4.5″ blade, it takes about 60 seconds.
For a cow, you grab each ear in turn, pull it hard to twist the neck, and about two inches down from the ear, just under the bottom of the skull, you make two deep incisions, one slash each side, but you don’t go too far forwards, try and avoid the major arteries on these cuts, which you get to do easily with practice.
You then pull the head back exposing the throat, and join these two cuts with a slash across the throat, cutting the throat, tongue and windpipe, again, with practice, you avoid the major arteries.
Next you deepen the cut, all the major arteries and right back to the spine, at this point you bend the neck back, and use the point of the knife to go in deep to the spine and cut the cord and ligaments. This also incidentally releases a surprising quantity of spinal fluid.. you do not *just* get blood in a beheading.
Then you repeat the ears cuts on the back of the neck, again going through ligaments, and still holding on to one ear, the head drops off free of the body.
60 seconds all told, and even gravity alone, even after major internal trauma, eg sharpened 3″ diameter steel spike on a forklift, which you ram in around below the cunt (not the ass, or the body will rotate on the spike) and aim at the top of the neck, basically puncturing everything in between, will release a *lot* of blood.
I haven’t personally seen the beheading video, it’s illegal for me to do so, but, from talking to those who have.
1/ The size of the knife is completely irrelevant, I could behead a cow with a box cutter, it would just be a lot more messy, a lot less clean, and a lot slower, so a human neck being proportionally smaller would be proportionally easier.
2/ If you behead someone thus, within moments their bowels and bladder void, you would see this, as void doesn’t mean go for a crap and a piss in terms of volume, it means much much more.
3/ Blood, we as mammals are predisposed to see and notice blood,a pint always looks like a gallon, cut a living human artery and you cut into 2 psi, it will spurt everywhere…2 psi in rule of thumb means 2 foot high spurt against gravity, so you absolutely will see it, even in a VGA res monochrome film, you will see it.
4/ According to those who have seen the film, you apparently see the Joke Jihadi sawing at the guys neck about a dozen times, as the very professionally shot clip fades to black, but, you do not see anything else, certainly none of the above.
5/ According to the guys who have seen the film, it then cuts to another shot, of what appears to be a human head on what appears to be a human corpse.
6/ According to the guys who have seen the film, and apart from the issues above, neither the guy about to be shortened nor the Joke Jihadi act as though a beheading is either imminent or in progress, he apparently sounds like he is reading from cue cards, and the Joke Jihadi doesn’t do the usual allahackbarinfidels crowing, nor does anyone else not in shot, nor is there apparently anyone else not in shot, apart from the two camera guys and one or two sound guys, and maybe the FX guy with the FX head and corpse.
I dunno, it’s *more* fucking effort to edit a film of me beheading a cow, and leave out the gory bits, which are after all where the shock values is, than it is to hit record, do the biz, hit stop, hit upload.
The guys who have seen the film don’t have my experience of what amounts to butchery, but they have said the production values were high, and both participants were wired for sound, so, the guys who have seen the film would not know what a blade sounds like as it cuts through flesh and sinew and the windpipe and nicks bone and cuts the spinal cord etc. It is a special and unmistakable sort of sound once you know it.
Unless the human has long hair, you’d do like the cow and grab the ears and cheeks to manipulate the head during cutting and hold it afterwards, apparently that did not happen, it was more hollywood-esque in style.
Like False Rape Accusations, beware of anything that apparently solves more problems for the alleged victims (the *west*) than it creates.
So, I was lying in bed with the girlfriend, and she turns to me and says “You’re a pervert…“
So I looked back at her and said “My, that’s a big word for a nine year old to know.“
Yeah, that’s how you separate the men from the niggerz, oh, and if you felt the urge to use quotation marks or verbal inflections or some other emphasis to change that from a joke, to a joke, or a “joke”, well, fuck you too…lol
Those of you old enough to remember the dawn of personal computing may remember a space trading game called Elite, I never played it myself, but there were those who do, anyway, it’s back, Elite Dangerous, it’s at beta 2 stage now, and it has to be said, there is a lot of impressive shit gone into it.
The trouble with this shit is you end up using real world money and real world time, to simulate real world activity, eg earning fucking money and making a living.
What’s the attraction?
It’s why I have never “got” the whole thing about going to a titty bar.
The game is 50 quid, if I could buy in game credits for say a million in game credits for another 10 quid, then, I might be interested, I’ll just upgrade my ship and start fucking around and having fun.
You see the analogy here, Elite is forcing me to start with a 250 quid fleabay A4 sized chinese laser, and maybe I can work my way up to the full size job I really want… but… I don’t do that in real life…. I do not buy a 50cc moped and work in it and trade my way up to the Dodge viper engined boss hawg moto-sickle I really wanted in the first place.
It’s a real life sim that isn’t real life, if it was real life, various rich bastards would have done what they did in Second Life, walked in and bought entire islands for real world cash.. and that is *good*.
You actually have a choice, is target A easier to achieve by in game grinding, or real life grinding and exchange real life money for in game money… OK, in fairness, this and many other things is apparently in the pipeline, but it could just as easy have been in the 50 quid beta, instead of the option to donate a thousand fucking pounds for a 4″ cutaway model, yadda yadda yadda.
A titty bar is a closed market, there is only one retailer.
Vegas is arguably the same thing, there is just the illusion of choice, ultimately all your money goes to one of a handful of retailers, no matter what you buy or who from.
In an anarchic (there is that dirty word again) Vegas, nobody could represent anyone except themselves, and nobody could sell anything they themselves did not have and posses, so no pimps.
Elite is a world where immigrants pay to get in, then get told this is the only legal currency, only these people here can outfit, repair, upgrade and buy and sell ships, only these “marketplaces” exist, rules, rules, rules and more rules, of freedom, there is none… and yet the draw is freedom to explore the galaxy and be an entrepreneur.
The commenter’s on the video above, by which I mean the two guys providing dialogue, essentially acknowledge all this, it is the same as the old elite, you are essentially “grinding” and this thing that I find leaves me cold and uninterested is exactly the thing that the aficionados of the game love, they see this is core to the whole game experience.
Hey, the “J” key still does the hyperspace jumps, yippeee.
Even while they claim nothing is scripted, in fact, everything is scripted, it is just done in such a way that there is the illusion of non-scripted gameplay.
Let’s take Far Cry 3, you can take your map, computer random generate say 10,000 NPC’s, random seed them all for what they are and what they do, random seed some passage of time while they all interact, and then plonk, you, the user gets dropped into this never the same twice world.
Technically it could be done, but *nobody* is doing it, and one of the big reasons nobody is doing it is to go back to the very early computerised “life” simulations, run a thousand iterations of foxes and rabbits and they all end up looking the same, the randomness is exposed for what it isn’t, and the constrained and limited models of what is a fox and what is a rabbit, and how the two may interact, are what defined the outcome every time.
In the proposed FC3 world above, you’d have the exact same fucking problem, and you’d expend all this processor power to end up with a scenario that is essentially indistinguishable from the allegedly open world unscripted varieties that we have today… so they don’t both, and stick with the scripted unscripted allegedly open worlds we have today.
In computer animations of humans, we have the uncanny valley, as the simulation become more human, the greater the depth of the “that shit just ain’t right” feeling, and it is the same thing with all these games, sooner or later I always come up against an uncanny valley, the coder’s hand at work, not the alleged physics and laws of the world I am supposed to be immersed in.
At that point, the game is ruined for me, forever.
NPC characters in Skyrim that *cannot* be killed, ever, for example…. another example is guys you can kill, but out of the planned sequence, breaking the whole quest such as Orchendor in Bthardamz, oh noes, I didn’t follow the script in my pseudo unscripted open world and lordy me, tis broke…
I mean, how many times can a game give you the EXACT same fucking quest, kill the giants at sleeping tree camp, or kill, for the third time, the exact same dude on a night mother quest…. and still retain *any* semblance of game playing. Suspension of disbelief gets flushed, permanently.
There are parallels to the modern world, the latest goings on in Ukraine or Syria or whatever (still crickets on MH17 back boxes, cockpit recordings, etc etc etc) suspension of disbelief gets flushed, and I can never accept *anything* these cunts say, all I can see is the hand of the coder, and a lazy coder at that, one who only knows a few tricks, and has a particular end goal of his own in mind.
Look at the words man, “I have become disillusioned with the world”.
Doesn’t mean what you initially think it means, or what it is commonly taken to mean.
Does mean I have far less illusions, I see the hand of the coders, the suspension of disbelief has been flushed.
To become disillusioned with something is equated to having lost faith in something, and the parallel is that losing faith is like losing blood or money, it ain’t good.
But to lose faith in something it can only not exist, if it existed, even in part, you wouldn’t lose faith in it, nobody every lost faith in gravity, or thunder and lightning going together, or fire burning or ice being cold.
The coders in the real world fuck up for exactly the same reasons the coders in games and software fuck up, they flatly refuse to try to model the real world, and accept all inputs and feedback circuits and so on, if you only have a hammer everything becomes a nail.
Got an ex skank who has just gone dark on me, this was a worthless lying skank but a decent occasional dirty fuck, no more, textbook case of someone who simply refuses to connect the dots between her actions and the fact her life is the shit…. constantly moans about the consequences, but like a bad coder, steadfastly refuses to make the connection.
I do, I really do, I get what she is *trying* to do, new house new start new life just block everyone I knew, even the good guys (or maybe especially the good guys, who knows) and start afresh, clean sheet… I get all that.
I don’t know WHY, is it all her own doing, is it the new bloke getting her to burn bridges, I don’t know that, and I don’t need to, getting what she is doing and what she is so clearly trying to do is sufficient, I do not need to know why, it doesn’t add anything.
I do know it is doomed, because the one piece of luggage she is carrying from one chapter of her life to the next is her own broken character, and that is the steaming turd atop the soufflé on every meal she cooks up.
It’s the same reason why it doesn’t matter what software house the coder is working for, the game will still suck, and it doesn’t matter what party the politician is affiliated to, his policies will still suck.
Are you a crap and utterly talentless manager?
No problem, just re-define the scope of everything and set not so arbitrary boundaries that always just happen to prevent you having to go out of your comfort zone or push yourself and maybe fail badly.
It’s why on every single job I do in my day job, without exception, I can get all the boxes ticked and all the forms signed and we get paid, even if it often takes two or three or four visits to achieve what should have been done in one.
It’s why, back in the day on the Cobalt RAQ boxes back when the WWW was new and anyone could start up as a web hosting company, and like many others I did, you had X RAQ’s on colo, and one local one that you played with and learned shit on and did development work in.
It’s why your boxen on colo, the very first thing you did with that admin account, was create a secondary junior admin account, set up so it could *never* affect or lock out the primary admin account, and from that point on you *never* accessed the primary admin account… just in case.
Fucking cisco boxen on expensive fibre connections, get down to the end of the config and there is almost universally without exception the following
line vty 0 4 exec-timeout 15 0 password 7 xxxxxxx login authentication RADIUS-SSH transport input ssh
It doesn’t *have* to be that simple, line vty 0 4 allows up to 5 users to login to the console via telnet, and you *can* define multiple users, so you *could* have a simple fallback based on user name, password, and source IP, which is a piece of piss is you yourself are an ISP… and allow input all, not ssh…
Which would stop the regular problem that the router is working fine, but you as the ISP cannot access it remotely, because they crypto key has become corrupted, or because the password has been changed, or some doofus made some other change to the config, and then the only solution is to send an engineer to site.
But no, *one* admin user name and password is considered sufficient, so when that gets broken, locked out.
And of course, if you only have one admin user, that used does everything, including regularly locking themselves out.
If you have “transport input all” it will accept all input types, if you have “transport input SSH” it will only accept SSH sessions, and they are based upon the crypto key generation, and the command for that is “crypto key generate rsa general-keys modulus 1024” and if you try to issue that command on a generic blank router with the hostname still set to..
router#
it will refuse, because the hostname is part of they key, so you have to issue the command “hostname NSA_kiddie_porn_honeytrap” and you will get
NSA_kiddie_porn_honeytrap#
and then you can generate the crypto key
and then another doofus remoting is as admin issues a hostname change command, because now they want this one changed to primary or to reflect the physical site or the company got bought out or whatever, and they crypto key no longer matches the hostname, so you don’t get in… until an engineer is dispatched to site, and he changes transport input SSH to transport input all, or spots the issue and generates a key for you…. or whatever
I know of one instance that someone wrote a batch command for the entire estate of 30 routers on 15 sites, because the company, call it “Local Inc” got bought out by Acme corp, so this batch changed each router hostname from “Local_cityname_1” (or _2 for backup) to “Acme_cityname_1”.. and of course they all still worked, but the ISP could no longer remote in, which was a problem… 15 site visits later….
Typically most of the chain stores in the UK have between 800 and 1400 sites, depending on how ubiquitous they are, and of course each site could have one or two or three or more routers, you can just imagine the chaos that could ensue.
Allied with default admin usernames and passwords, and yes, I know them all, it is my job, large companies also have default naming conventions, so even the SSH crypto key side of things is easy enough to guess at, eg I can guess the hostname that the router is using, even though it is just presenting itself as a specific IP address, based upon the naming convention that the ISP in question uses.
If Acme corp always leads with ACR for acme cisco router underscores for spaces, placenames, and numbering conventions such as 1 for primary and 2 for backup etc and first letter capitalised and so on, I can guess the hostname and get it right first try 99% of the time, within 4 attempts 100% success.
Just because I follow the company naming convention, I know there is a router there, it’s giving me an IP of 192.168.0.1 (yess I know, non routable on the net) but if there WASN’T and I was going to DEPLOY one, what name would I be giving it?
It’s the same answer as to the question, I wonder what this router on 192.168.0.1 is called?
Acme_cityname_1
At that point the crypto portion of using SSH as opposed to plaintext “all” is defeated
In the UK, if your name is John Smith, and you were born on the 3rd of February 1959, your driving licence number is SMITH190203J9xxx
Driving licence number format explained
A
B
C
D
E
SMITH
706212
PD
9RC
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A – Displaying first five letters of your surname. If surname is less than five characters in length, the remaining spaces will comprise of the digit 9. B – First and last numbers are the year of birth. Second and third numbers are month of birth. (Note: in the case of female driving licence holders, ‘5’ is added to the second digit, this means that the second digit will be 5 or 6). The fourth and fifth digits are the day of the month of your birth. C – The first two initials of your forenames. If you have only one initial then the second character will be a ‘9’. D – Computer check digits. E – Licence numbers
Back in the day before computers as such it was how the po-po worked out if your licence was a forgery, and how those in the know could produce a forgery that po-po couldn’t detect unless they took you back to the station and queried the mainframe.
The vast majority of UK drivers are not aware that this is how their driver number is generated, but that is the textbook definition of security through obscurity.
Obscurity is another illusion, and what is obscure to one is not obscure to all, and once your “key” is revealed, eg acme corporation’s router naming convention, the cat is out of the bag.
It isn’t going back in.
Long before anyone even considers trying to put it back in, others have wondered if Acme is the only corporation to work this way, I mean, that would be unusual… ideas tend to propagate in an industry… “Industry standards” mean just that.
So, for example, if the Kiev traffic controller building communicated with the Kiev voice radio TX/RX facility via “secure” and even “encrypted” VoIP over a couple of “secure” routers…. it probably isn’t as hard as you might think to step up to the microphone and say Ho Lee Fuk, Sum Ting Wong, Wi Tu Lo, btw guys, drop 5k and steer right 15 degrees, what’s your vector Victor.
You, dear reader, are now probably somewhat more “disillusioned” than you were, about the whole subject of security.
Imagine, if you will, that feminazism is like background radioactivity, in an all pervasive way, rather than a no big deal way.
Imagine, then, that the level of background radioactivity is increased, so it is not a no big deal daily cumulative dose, but a Pripyat daily dose.
What you will get, is that as each wimminz ages, she becomes, via absorption from the environment, more toxic and sick and repulsive.
Imagine a guy comes along, and declares that wimminz A, who at 16 years old only has 16 years of exposure, makes his cock hard, but wimminz B, who at 39 years old has 39 years of cumulative exposure, does nothing at all for him.
Guy is clearly a sick paedo… right?
Let’s take a look at the 10 commandments
ONE: ‘You shall have no other gods before Me.‘
TWO: ‘You shall not make for yourself a carved image–any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.‘
THREE: ‘You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.‘
FOUR: ‘Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.‘
FIVE: ‘Honor your father and your mother.‘
SIX: ‘You shall not murder.‘
SEVEN: ‘You shall not commit adultery.‘
EIGHT: ‘You shall not steal.‘
NINE: ‘You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour.‘
TEN: ‘You shall not covet your neighbour’s house; you shall not covet your neighbour’s wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbour’s.‘
So… the first four are self serving, from God’s perspective, keeping the adherents loyal, the last six deal with humans dealing with each other.
Do not…..
1/ dishonour your parents
2/ murder
3/ cheat on your wife/husband
4/ steal
5/ lie about others
6/ covet or suffer jealousy for what others have.
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Now, lets look at that shit.
#1/ dishonour, that’s like do anything that will damage their reputation, that is most certainly NOT a call for universal obedience, or respect, or anything else, it’s not even saying do not shit on your own doorstep or fuck up yourself, it is just saying, do not shit on your parent’s doorstep, or fuck their shit up. — pretty liberal. Not much is prohibited.
#2/ murder, not killing, you can kill in self defence, you can kill accidentally, you can kill to eat, you can kill to protect… what you cannot do is go out and deliberately kill another human being, and no, it doesn’t make any exceptions for the po po or the military… it is all still pretty liberal and easy to obey
#3/ cheating, if you’re married, you don’t get to fuck anyone except your own husband / wife, if you’re not married, you can fuck all you like, if you end your marriage, you can fuck who you like (nota bene, no commandment against separation / divorce) and indeed by implication if you do fuck someone else while married, you just ended that marriage… still pretty liberal.
#4 stealing, doesn’t say anything about the method, so no dissembling about it wasn’t an actual armed robbery so it wasn’t really stealing, deliberately setting out to con someone is stealing, stealing is depriving someone else of their goods, them *consenting* to the exchange either because you put a gun in their face, or because you claimed the cheap knock off was the far more valuable genuine article makes no odds… again, it’s all pretty liberal.
#5 lying about others, it doesn’t say shit about lying, you want to claim you are an airline pilot or the reborn Galileo, that’s fine, claiming someone else is, other that they told you they were, or that they raped you, that is bearing false witness… and it cuts both ways, I dint see nuffink officer when you damn well did see everything also counts… but again, it has to be said, it’s pretty fucking liberal.
#6 coveting what others have, coveting doesn’t mean I wish I had Bill Gates’ money, it means acting in ways that are planned to get me some of that dosh, ways that old Billy boy wouldn’t like if he knew about.
That’s it.
There are no commandments about owning a slave, or fucking or even marrying a 9 year old, or owning a gun, or making a fusion reactor in your basement, or playing death metal, in fact, even the commandments that there are, do not say you cannot do these ten things, what they say is you cannot do these ten things and still be in our club and call yourself a christian.
Nota Bene, they are all ACTS that are prohibited.
Nowhere does it say or even suggest that you cannot have the URGE to shit on your parents doorstep, kill some asshole just for breathing, cheat on your wife / husband, steal your neighbours shit, lie about others, or plan to separate billy from just a few of his millions.
On the contrary, implicit in all the commandments is the assumption that from time to time ALL humans will be TEMPTED, tempted to do any or all of these things, the commandments merely state that you must RESIST that TEMPTATION in order to continue to call yourself a christian.
That
Is
All
Fast forwards a couple of millennia.
Now what we have, is that we are being judged and prosecuted in advance for merely having temptations, we are told that perfectly normal and universal human thoughts are somehow the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.
The mark of the Christian was that I did not give in to my entirely natural urges to kill my lying psycho skank ho ex, and indeed all the other worthless lying and corrupt fucks in the secret family court and social services system. I resisted the perfectly understandable human reaction to unjust treatment, and in doing so I stopped the chain reaction from starting. That and that alone was sufficient to call myself a Christian.
Now, that isn’t good enough, and in an EXACT duplicate of what happens when you get embroiled in the secret family court and social services system, the other side gets to call all the shots, which doesn’t just mean they get to redefine perfectly understandable and normal and indeed unavoidable and inevitable human reactions and feelings, and claim they are all the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved, and then… then they play the trump card, they also get to redefine at a whim the meaning of any and every word and phrase in the human lexicon, so that it becomes literally impossible for you to state what I have stated above, and any and all attempts to do so, to tell the truth, just constitute further proof that you are wearing the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.
Indeed, if you read the one actual manual of that other Abrahamic religion, Islam, you will find *nothing* in the Koran that states that the only possible penalty for apostasy is death, indeed, if you read what is written, it’s pretty much an exact dupe of the Christian ten commandments, you just don’t get to call yourself a Muslim any more.
Indeed, to get apostasy = death, you have to ignore the actual core Koran, and squint just so, and start looking only at the hadiths, which are the Islamic equivalent of gospels, eg stories written centuries after “the one” himself died, e.g. like me writing about Napoleon….
I wasn’t fucking there, and nobody who was is alive, nor is the child of anyone who was there alive, nor is the grandchild etc, and yet, my writings become what later becomes the definitive description, even over-riding more contemporary works.
Indeed, if you translate the ten commandments and the Koran equivalent through three on-line translation tools, what comes out the other end, I will defy anyone to say which was Christianity and which was Islam…
ISIS claiming to be Islamic is like Tony Blair claiming to be Christian is like the secret family courts and social services claiming to be only in the interests of the children… indeed all three have the same attitude to anyone who doesn’t buy their shit, you are a heretic and we are here to fuck y’all over ….
I am not a koranic scholar, but I’ll lay a blunt rusty knife and my cock on the table on a bet that there is at least one passage in the Koran that quite clearly states that at some point or another, Mohammed, like Jesus, said something along the lines of “Judge them by their works/deeds, not what they say”….
Hell, we have always been at war with Eastasia… or something like that…
Dig deep enough, and Christianity and Islam have far more in common than they have to set them apart, and yet, those who control the modern dialogue on what these two religions constitute insist that the two are as incompatible as caesium and oxygen/water, you are either 100% unquestioningly for us, or we consider you 100% irredeemably against us (again, this is diametrically opposed to what both the Koran and the Bible actually say, in the bits they claim to quote what Mohammed and Jesus actually said in contemporary records) and indeed it is exactly the same shit with Feminazism and patriarchy, are you with feminazism and against rape and paedophilia and inequality, or are you against it and a sick fucking paedo / rapist / abuser… wearing the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.
Saying I prefer the 16 year old to the 39 year old because they have proportionally less exposure to the toxic radiation of feminazim / christianity / islam / putin / whatever, again, that is a dialogue that is not permitted, so it is re-framed as being something that it never was, and you, for uttering it, have the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.
Yeah, the 16 year old chick has younger firmer flesh and more fertile years ahead of her, but she also has a lot less exposure to the toxic radiation…. all cults have always known that children are easiest to indoctrinate for this very reason, but it also means the less indoctrination the more hope and possibility there is for apostasy.
However, as I myself found to my cost, the shit you have to be aware of is not that you can attempt to take a young wimminz today and present logical and clear and factual arguments why she might consider apostasy, consider the lily, and the Hegelian dialectic too… no.. the shit you have to be aware of is that rust never sleeps, and neither does the indoctrination du jour, which for a young wimminz in the UK means the feminazi one as well as the others mentioned above….
The shit you have to be aware of is when you end up in secret family courts etc, or if you are especially unlucky, criminal courts charged with rape and sexual abuse and violence, all that intellectual logical Hegelian dialectic will be branded and treated as exactly what it is to those in power, satanic heresy.
The only thing of note as regards to glimmers of sunshine on the horizon is that the man / father in a secret family court is not there in chains, not yet at least, that be the sunset horizon, not the sunrise horizon dude… Feminazism isn’t as old and established as the other dogmas… yet….
Yet, so the death of a thousand cuts is still good enough, no need to chain and bind the wretch in the dock, it’s still death of a thousand cuts, not quite at the point where the fucker needs to be chained down to “protect” the judiciary and others present from him deciding to say fuck it and be hung for the sheep.
Yet.
I do not claim to be a Christian, and yet, I obeyed the commandments, before, during, and after my own trial by fire at the hands of the psycho skank ho ex and the secret family courts and social services.
The commandments are as we have discussed, pretty liberal, so it wasn’t a big ask, but nevertheless, I did adhere to them all…. I even went into the system and admitted the real human failings that I did have, sure, I am not a perfect man, I have my faults, and if you do not like them, walk away, the relationship is ended, there is no need whatsoever for all these vile lies and accusations, and the weaponising of our offspring, and then the casual discharging of those weapons, with no thought given to the concept that they themselves are not weapons, but individual human beings in their own right.
Yet, all those there, and I don’t just mean the psycho lying skank ho ex, I mean the judges, court officers, lawyers, barristers, social workers, po po, court appointed shrinks and all the rest of the pigs with their noses in the trough, they failed utterly to adhere to these pretty liberal commandments, and yet, call themselves good and Christian and honourable peoples.
So called “Sharia Law” as it is being pushed, it is exactly as unjust and corrupt and depraved and deceitful and the shit we have now, I personally don’t fear it one iota, I’m as far outside the “acceptable” scope of modern sharia law as I am modern christian law, because after all they are just artificially exclusive extremes of the same fucking thing.
What it does have going for it is all the current fucking incumbents would have to choose, jump ship and repent, or get strung up, and people who do that are soooooo easy to hoist by their own petard.
If UK citizens travelling to Syria to join ISIS teaches anyone anything, it should be this, people who know they are fucked before they are born in this system, will willingly travel to join up with the equally evil and corrupt mirror image twin, for no better reason that they get offered the chance to go fucking wild for a bit *before* the piper call for payment.
If old men like me (lmao) find 16 year old’s more attractive than 39 year olds, well, that just because we have gotten so good at the whole toxic radioactivity thing, we no longer need a geiger counter…
We can tell just by looking at the fucking face.
Haven’t even opened the browser window yet as I type this, but the next 4 “quickmatch” skanks on OKC, with the only criteria being single, near(ish) me and 18-45…
32
32
42
35
Bear in mind these are claimed ages, but even so three of them are over twenty fucking years younger than me…. and my fucking cunt geiger counter is doing a fucking H R Giger counter on all those toxic radioactive skank faces….
Well, OK, I don’t, I just wanted an excuse to use the pic…
The mis-attributed so called “wisdom of St Francis” goes, “Lord, grant me the strength to change the things I can, the serenity to deal with the things I cannot change, and the wisdom to know the difference.“
It basically comes in three parts.
1/ let me be strong enough to change what I can.
2/ let me be strong enough to endure the things I can’t change, the stuff outside #1 above.
3/ let me be smart enough to know the difference between #1 and #2 above.
Speaking personally, #1 was never an issue, and if ever there was an understatement of fact, that was it… LRFH…
#2, well, yeah, I guess I’ve been though that ordeal of fire a few times too, it fucking hurts, and changes you, but yeah, I’ve endured and survived.
#3 was always the bitch, see, it’s not so much being smart enough to know the difference between 1 and 2, it’s more a case of how long the clock ticks between the trigger event, and that particular penny dropping for you… I have often been a bit slow on the uptake on that one, a facet of #1 above, donchaknow, so busy trying to make it work I didn’t stop to think that the other fucker didn’t want it to work…
It’s the Jehovah’s Witness problem.
See, if you gotta go out and preach it or sell it, you’re failing at #3 right off the bat, if some fucker is interested, they will come to you, no exceptions, they… will… find… you…
This applies to everything, even making frosty widgets and better mousetraps, that you think nobody knows about but if only they did….. by all means, set out your stall, eg set up a web site, so that those who want to find you can, but that is it, not one millimetre more.
Indeed, when it comes to looking at the people who do come to you, #3 is still the problem, because they are not coming to you to exchange anything, they are coming to you to take you for what they can.
It’s a function of human cerebral pathways that we will write things down in such logical ways, test #1, test #2, test #3, as above, apply all three to determine the optimal tactic.
But survival is often to turn that logical progression on its head, and go arabic or chinese and start reading the book from the back, (bad analogy guy, cos their books are written in reverse, and so the back is the front) so you should apply test #3 first, then test #2, then test #1
#1 is this some shit I can change, or some shit I have to endure?
#2 am I strong enough to endure this shit, if it it shit I have to endure?
#3 if it’s not shit I have to endure, am I strong enough to change this shit.
Because, y’all see, #2 and #3 always come with a steep price, only #1 in this reversed list is relatively cheap.
There is a post over on the forums, where Alpheta talks about shit that is comfortably or functionally broken, but better for it, it doesn’t just apply to cars though, take my revised list above, and apply it to a particular wimminz I am thinking of.
1/ no to change
2/ yes, because I can’t change it, don’t care, and have no stake it in, basically, I got no skin in her game or future.
3/ not relevant, due to 1 and 2 above
So her life is an ongoing clusterfuck, so is she, like I care, now and again every few months she turns up for a few days and it’s porno patrol time, anything goes kinky fuckery, and it’s all good, and then she goes again.
She is comfortably and functionally broken, and I don’t care, because I got no stake in it, as / when / if it is there then it has utility to me, something to empty my balls into, end. of. story.
In this way she is superior to the wimminz who claim to want a relationshit, but y’all just know how that will end….
Shades of the guys who has seen it all and doesn’t give a fuck any more, he is quite happy to be in his fifties and driving a home grocery delivery truck for Tesco’s, and yeah, I see em all the time… none of this is that all you amounted to dude, in your 50’s and you’re in a minimum wage job delivering bananas and biscuits and bog rolls to assholes who can’t be bothered to do their own shopping?
They don’t give a fuck.
Which makes them an immeasurably better employee than the 20 something fuckwit that expects to be pulling down 100k in a few years time, but there is another danger, you have to separate out the comfortably and functionally broken, like me and the Tesco home delivery guy, from the outright dysfunctional and no longer does anything that it says on the tin broken, which is what we are surrounded with today.
If we apply my three reverse test to society and wimminz today the answers we get are…
1/ No, you can’t change it, waaay too much momentum, so you have to endure it or die.
2/ You are either strong enough, which means you get burned and disfigured and adapt and survive, or you don’t.
3/ See above, you have no hope of changing it, maybe, just maybe, you got what it takes to change you so you can endure #2 above.
“If wishes were horses, nobody would walk”, it’s an old saying, and a pithy one, now imagine you are alone, trapped by some wreckage, in a slowly sinking boat, suddenly wishes ain’t so pithy, wishes is all you got, and if only you have a knife, if only you had a prybar, if only you had an axe, if only you had been standing there and not here, if only, if only, if only…
If only everyone in the global economy and society, that I am not a part of, that I have no say in, were not so hell bent on seeing “us” all embroiled in another great war.
For values of “us” that vary, depending on who reads it, if western Europe goes up in flames it’s as tragic to the yanks as Ukraine or the middle east going up in flames, it happens to someone else, not “us”
What’s happening in eastern Europe now isn’t happening to “us” for values of “me”, and it will stay tragic shit, until the contrails, crump of shells and crackle of small arms fire is something ***I*** find outside what used to be my front door.
NOBODY who is still standing in Donetsk, for example, on that unknown future day when all this current shit is over, is going to be concerned about how much their mortgage was, how much they owed on the plastic, how much they owed on the car, or anything else, back before the shit hit the fan.
I was this morning looking at a map of the streets of the City of Plymouth, in the south west of the UK, the town planners are fucking everything up with their traffic management and pedestrian zone shit, but, you can still see, the entire city was clearly laid out on a draughtsman’s table, none of the old fashioned organic historical shit, which is what you would expect, the entire city basically got reduced to rubble by the Luftwaffe 70 years ago…. which actually, isn’t as hard as it sounds, it doesn’t take *that* many 500 lb bombs to wipe out a square mile of urbanisation, even without the ensuing fires…
A 500lb bomb ( a B52 could carry 50) has a 100 yard blast radius, actually they are dropped in sticks, so you get a line of blasts that form a pathway that is cleared.
Pi r squared, call it a very very conservative 5000 square yards per bomb that is well fucked, call it 3 million square yards to the mile, 3,000,000 / 5,000 = 600 bombs, 600 / 50 = 12 B52’s worth, if each bomb was precision guided, but with each bomb ACTUALLY costing between 3 and 5 hundred bucks to make in bulk, who cares, plaster the fucking place… drop a few thousand…
It’s about the only way that will actually float that you can wipe out the fucking massive and impossible to ever repay negative equity that is tied up in that, and every other city and town and village.
Course, you don’t have to flatten em *all* to wipe out the fucked economy and negative equity, 30% is quite adequate.
For the same values of “us” that exclude “me, personally” above, as far as lots and lots and lots of people, including lots and lots and lots of people in positions of power and influence and control, it doesn’t matter if it is a horrific “solution” to our problems, if it is the only solution that they can see that will actually fucking work, and as long as they are convinced that if they “allow” it to happen (participatory non-participation, not starting fires, but not putting them out, and handing out matches and gas) then for values of “us” that don’t include “them personally” it is not unthinkable, just inevitable….
The other mis-attributed quote, that Putin said playing political and economic chess with Obama was like playing with a pigeon, it knocks all the pieces over, craps everywhere, and then struts about like it has won the game…
It’s like false rape accusations, they seem unthinkable to right minded people, but to the lying psycho skank ho’s who make them, they all solve more problems than they create, suddenly the threesomes and porno gangbangs are excused.
Ditto those who “investigate” them, look what they do, not what they claim to stand for, and draw your own comparisons between apparently wildly differing institutions such as those appointed to ensure the welfare of your children in the state and family court system, and the media and press and those appointed to investigate the aftermath of air crashes to see what happened… MH 17 was shot down on the 17th of July, on the 21st the black boxes were handed over to said authorities, on the 24th of July said authorities announced they had downloaded the data from said boxes, it’s now 15th August, crickets… and no, cockpit voice recordings do not need “analysis” before being released.
Still the good old mulatto messiah (I warned, back when he was first elected, the yanks were getting nothing more than a black Tony Blair…. be afraid..) is sending troops and abrams tanks to the Russian borders…
At best, a thermometer is an *indicator* of temperature, in ideal circumstances, it’s fairly accurately calibrated, but either way, it’s the temperature of the fluid *inside* the thermometer that is being indicated.
Nevertheless, if you have a thermometer, you’ll glance at it now and again, and reassure yourself that it hasn’t moved, or moved much at least.
We monitor everything, current bank balance, how many miles to home, phone battery level, it’s what we do as humans, we monitor.
Bitch has been online practically all day today, bitch hasn’t messaged *me* for a fucking week though, we monitor…. bitch is talking to *some* fucker, just not me.
Depending on our predilection and the subject in question and various other factors, we will tend to go either glass full or glass empty imaginary scenarios, based on the monitoring… I heard a funny story about someone, a keen aquarist, so he got the gadget that would report the tank temperature to his mobile phone via sms every hour or so, and more frequently if the temperature strayed outside a couple of degrees range, so his girlfriend feeds the fish or something, end up removing the thermometer and laying it on top of the tank, under the halogen light, he thought the house was burning down, no other way to explain the tank being at 70 degrees Celsius.
In short, we monitor, and we mainly monitor to reassure ourselves that that thing hasn’t changed much, with a side order of it is does change, we caught the winds of change early.
The morning ritual, coffee, smoke, check zerohedge, check baltic dry index, check price of gold, check brent crude, check google news, check emails, check facebook, and so on… I just described an amazing quantity and variety of people.
And yet, it’s the thermometer conundrum, the thermometer is indicating the temperature of the fluid inside the thermometer itself, cue hilarity about tropical fish guy who thought his house was burning down, but every other day when the temperatures indicated were normal any number of things could have happened, that the thermometer would not have noted… neighbours house burning down, being robbed, water leak in the attic flooding the house…
These things we monitor, they are not just indicators, rather than the real thing, they are by definition lagging indicators, there is no advance warning… and yet we still monitor them, because it is our nature, and each individual glance at a thing such as latest zerohedge headlines only takes a moment.
When I was a small boy there was a “sold everything” shop down in the village by the beach, one of the things it sold was a small wooden donkey, it was sold as a weather predictor, donkey’s tail is wet = it’s raining, donkey’s tail is out sideways = it’s blowing a gale, donkey’s tail has fallen off = earthquake.. I found it funny at the time and still do.
The donkey was also a lagging indicator, the problem is, we want leading indicators, and the problem with that, is there are none, as such…
Sure, birds and wild animals bugger off prior to a seismic event, but here’s the rub, we aren’t that sure why, and it isn’t *much* prior, it’s a matter or minutes or hours, not days or weeks or months or years… they are just picking up subtle cues that we are missing… they are monitoring different indicators…
I was in a place that had a 6.9 quake once, with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, everyone got a bit tetchy and short tempered the day before, but then again, they were here a couple of days ago before the weather broke and the storm rolled in.. tough getting the right things to monitor.
I myself have been predicting a house price crash as *inevitable*, I’ve been saying it every year since 1995, when our seaside extended end of terrace 7 bedroom house sold for an insane 70k, and the more normal 3 bed family home opposite sold for 45k, and it has gone up every year, that 45k house just sold for 225k.. 19 years in a row prices have been going up, and no sign of the crash I was, and still am, saying is inevitable.
I was monitoring the ratio between the price of the house, and the true local average working man’s annual salary…. which by 1995 had gotten to the point that the traditional house price, or to be more specific, house mortgage upper limit = 3.5 times annual salary, had been significantly exceeded…… sure, wages have doubled since 1995, big deal, 225k / 45k = 5… so 5/2 = 2.5, houses are 2.5 times as UN-affordable now as they were back in ’95 when I started predicting the end.
Hey, a stopped clock is right twice a day, and as someone who has been making the same UN-fulfilled prediction for 19 years now…
But then again, for all it’s faults, the humble thermometer is at least reading / indicating something, but the alleged reading matey gets via SMS, well, that’s no longer a direct reading is it, it’s just electronic hearsay.
Boots on the ground yourself in Mosul / Donetsk / Gaza, that’s a direct reading, here is a photo of putin shooping down an airplane, no here is a photo of the alleged downed by putin airplane, but the number don’t match, who knows, it’s all just electronic hearsay, and electronic hearsay is only one byte away from electronic heresy.
If you do a literal translation of photo-grafia it comes out as painting with light, a beautiful and apt description, especially in this digital age.
Even with JUST using my Canon digital camera, and JUST using the RAW image processing features in ACDSee Pro 7, nota bene, this specifically *excludes* everything you know as “editing” or “retouching” or “airbrushing”, I can transform what the camera saw, which was itself an analog of the real scene, into something that looks quite quite different…. but hey, I personally was there, I personally took the photo and experienced that act, and I personally do the RAW editing and experience that act, and I attempt to make the whole process relevant to the experience I had initially with my eyes, thinking, that will make a nice pic…
I then put that photo on the internet, and all that is lost, you can only see the pixels you can see.
I use my work smartphone camera all day every day at work, I’ll take 20 or 30 snaps a day, once a week I’ll get a horribly blurry and out of focus one, and being digital, all these photos are taken with zero effort and zero cost, go on OKC, every single photo says uploaded with iphone or android OKC app, and yet, 50% of them are as blurred or out of focus or low quality as the one bad one a week I take, and yet, *this* is the photo that person chooses to upload.
Sure, I get the whole I don’t wanna upload pics of myself because I always look fucking ugly in every pic I take of myself scene, which is why when I have to upload a mugshot of myself for such purposes, I always use the same one, a pic I took maybe 3 years ago now, on a nice summer’s day on the farm, me in a shirt and tie, head and shoulders selfie from the side, in focus, well lit, well composed.
I don’t *like* it as a pic of myself, but then I don’t like any pics of myself, I got a lot of sympathy for the whole photo-steals-my-soul thing, but nevertheless it is *fair* and *representative* pic of me…. frankly I think it is a thousand times better than the “just got out of 3 years in Belsen with severe jaundice” photo booth pics on my driving licence and suchlike, they could be anybody, except me..lol
But to use any of these photos, as many people do, as something to watch, to monitor their life and progress….. we’re back to the tropical fish guy.
Speaking personally, my daily ritual includes ZH, and a quick skim of the DM website, to see which millionaire just got convicted of historical sex crimes today (funny how nobody remembers historical sex crimes by people who don’t have a pot to piss in and can’t be sued) and to see which wimminz got a slap on the wrist for “having sex” with a minor when if it had been a man it would have been a sick paedo jailed for rape, and to watch the latest house price hype, buy now, while you still can, roll up, roll up… and I check the fucking sites, and I check goog video and news.
Speaking of which, google the “uniengine valley benchmark”, 350 mb free download, impressive…
But these checks and monitoring, I tire of them increasingly daily, it’s an echo chamber, not an AEWS, hell, even the birds fleeing from an earthquake are fleeing for some cue that already happened, it’s just they picked up on it, you didn’t.
I’ve talked elsewhere about the camera guy and the sound guy filming the lions (use the site search if you like) and that is the essence of it, not being tail end charlie when the pack is in pursuit on the hunt, but being realistic, none of these checks and monitoring helps.
In fact, quite the opposite, I’m so busy watching *these* remote thermometer readings, I’m not out there seeing all the others.
Now, an intermission.
I want to talk about libido, the sex drive.
I’m in my fifties, so obviously mine is far lower than it was when I was 16, I have also come to observe that genetically and hereditary wise, I appear to be following the norm for my line, mid fifties and my sex drive falls off a cliff, sure, my head still runs in certain ruts, but we are talking spontaneous throbbing hardons here, and I have no real reason to suspect it is all down to some as yet undiagnosed health or dietary or environmental issue, I think I’m just getting past it.
I used that last phrase deliberately, “getting past it”, because again, it is something we monitor, and the phrase is derogatory, something wrong with you old man.
Hey, plop a 16 year old virgin with a hot body in my bed and I will fuck that bitch senseless six times a night, no viagra, I just can’t be assed chasing after that bitch any more.
And why should I, I’m in my mid fifties, the reproductive urge *should* be tailing off, or it is going to take away from energies used to keep me alive and sane and safe and healthy in my last years on the planet.
If you’re in your thirties, this is an anathema, but then again, if you are in your thirties, you’re high on drugs, just because your own body is producing them doesn’t change that.
Testosterone, or whatever it is that is responsible for the male sex urge, is like fucking beer googles, exactly like beer goggles, even leaving aside the differential in sexual attractiveness of a given wimminz X, depending on whether you have fucked her in the past or not, I can verify my feeling when I look at skanks on the fucking sites or OKC today, with looking at pics and home porno video I took of ex’s…
I can tell you in all honesty, I can look today at naked pics I took in 2005 of skanks who were in their early twenties then, and slim, and it is like looking at a pic of a classic E-type, yeah, I can see the attraction in the lines and all that, I can see how others might like it and all that, but it doesn’t *move* ME the way it once did.
As a monitoring system, it’s interesting, the aquarium thermometer isn’t sending me an SMS saying “23.7 degrees Celsius” any more, it’s sending me an SMS that says “Meh…”
To be clear, two early 20’s students just walked past my window, skimpy summer dresses, wind blowing their hair, I’m alert to it, yeah, I’d fuck both of them in all their holes in a threesome in a fucking heartbeat, but… but only if it is handed to me on a plate, I am not making any effort… that particular aspect of the sex drug in me has worn off.
In some strange way, the monitoring of house prices waiting for the inevitable crash, (LRFH) or monitoring ZH or the baltic dry index or the situation in Donetsk / Gaza / Mosul, it’s all gone the same way, I can remember giving a shit, you know, but I am at the point where the effort of clicking the mouse to go look at a bookmark is greater than the reward I get from reading that page 0.09 seconds later when it loads.
Meh
Maybe that “meh” attitude is in itself a cue, one that I am missing, that I should be heading south for the winter, or away from the coming quake, or whatever.
Meanwhile around me in real life, for values of real life that include the consideration that one definition of modern civilisation is that stupidity and sloth is no longer punished with death, as a side function of my own advancing years, more and more of those people who I know, or knew, as individual human beings are dying, or suffering serious health issues, or are seeing their lives go to hell in a handcart.
And I am all Meh to that too.
So “Don” is dying, and I can remember his girls being born, and now they are skanks, hmm, possibly worth a fuck, I dunno, ain’t seen em in years, hell it’s warm and wet, but then again they are old enough to have daughter that must be coming up on puberty, LRFH… I don’t care any more.
And I have said that before too, people talk about love and hate being powerful things, like a drug user talking about acid and speed being powerful things, mind expanding man, hey, I’ve done em all, and since experienced shit that made acid and speed seem like a nice cup of tea, and the realisation that the implacability of Nature, as regards to you as an individual, is such a huge thing, comparing merely human emotions/drugs like love and hate to them is like comparing sitting in your room watching the rain to being out on the ocean on a small boat, seriously wondering not so much if you will live to see the dawn, as whether the next wave rushing out of the darkness (no, not like a freight train, nothing so puny and timid and weak) is going to do for you.
And that’s what Meh is, it’s the implacability of nature in human form, snake eyes, watching you watching the remote thermometer readings, wonder if I’ll have time to fuck your grand-daughter up the ass before the big one hits, or more likely, wondering if when actually presented with the opportunity, I just go Meh, I got other fish to fry.
Monitoring the lowering levels of “need to fuck some hawt skank” drug in my system, or rather the apparent effect of an apparent downturn in dosage, I don’t feel the need to go out and buy some and skin up and have to toke and get my levels back up to “normal”
I don’t “miss” that drug, the highs were great, but fuck me it was expensive in so many other ways…. story of my life man… lol
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No names and no pack drill.
Got at least one (three I can think of, lol) readers some of this may resonate with, hey, back in the day I used to drink too, fuck me I was good at it, handled it like a motherfucker, I did everything everyone else did, better than them too, worked drove fucked ran a business made money, I just did it while drinking like a Russian who just ate his own dog.
Hey, even at the time, I knew what I was doing, Dave would drink a litre of Smirnoff blue a day, and then go out drinking, me and Dave understood each other, it was a fucking anaesthetic.
The fucking anaesthetic was just as useless a drug as the fucking pain that led to it, just as useless as the need to fuck some hawt skank drug and all the rest.
Put it all side, let the pain work its natural course instead of going down that road that is not a million miles from the “erectile dysfunction, must take viagra” because you know, there is something *wrong* with you, no there isn’t, it’s supposed to hurt, it’s supposed to change you, it’s supposed to fuck you up, and ONLY IF YOU LET IT, while retaining your faculties, do you get through the other side.
The other side is Meh, it’s a vast tranquil sea, and us Meh types are bobbing around on it on our inflatable sun loungers just chilling, there is a monster tsunami coming, see me surf that fucker on my lilo motherfucker.. oh no, you won’t, ya”ll will already be dead, monitoring your fucking fish tank temperatures.
watch the whole video, it gets better and better as time passes
I try, really hard, to not write anything that personally identifies anyone, I don’t mean just leaving out names and addresses, I mean trying to write in such a way that even if the person who was the actual subject of what I was writing about read the post, they wouldn’t be absolutely sure it was them that was being talked about, assuming of course they did not know that I wrote the post itself.
Sometime, though, meh, what the fuck, you just can’t, because you’ll lose too much of what was the story, and this is one such time.
So, there is this skank, and I was banging it regular for a while, and her being a total slut, the sex itself was damn good, what was interesting was that the time in between fucking, she was easy enough to hang with too, the only fly in that ointment was the observation that if I had no problems at all with the bitch during the time we were together, and I don’t mean together as an item, I mean together as in physical proximity of a few metres or less, when we were apart, well, lets just say, if you were involved with it, your life would be a fucking nightmare filled with angst and anxiety.
So anyway, in a bid to get better access to a good dirty fuck (she lived some distance away at that time) I suggested she considered moving a lot nearer to me, and by nearer I mean as in less than a mile or two away, not nearer as in cohabiting, which coinkydinkally, and quite truthfully, would have also represented a *significant* improvement in standard of living and lifestyle, both for her, and her kids, where she was was, and probably still is, is an employment sinkhole, here there are prospects, and even the roughest areas here are simply no comparison to “normal” there.
She was all keen, but bailed, there were various reasons given why, some of them may even be true.
Fast forwards a year, she is now living in a fucking tent on a camp-site, and has been for some time, and only going home to use the bath, washing machine and other facilities, why? Well it seems the new neighbours from hell, and daily visits from the po-lice and soshul werkers, and constant fights and shouting and screaming and shit, hell, I dunno the details, but you bet your ass there is alcohol and drug use in there too, all this has conspired to the point where she can’t face going “home”.. not that any of the homes there are owned, it’s a sinkhole estate, so they are all rented, heavy doses of single mums with the same stories about allegedly abusive ex’s and so on.
Hey, I guess loitering within tent is one step up from living in your fucking car, and don’t get me wrong, I have not only done both, there have been times I’d have prayed for a car to sleep in.
No, what I can’t get my head around, is that despite the whole thing being so fucking predictable, you live in a sinkhole ghetto and they *will* fucking drag you down, or burn you out, there are no other options, blend in and swirl down the U bend, or stay above it and get burned out, so despite all the inevitability, there she is, a fucking year later, and while a year ago you could have argued something along the lines of a bird in the hand being worth two in the bush, even if the bird in the hand was a house on a sinkhole estate, and the two in the bush was a possible better future elsewhere…
but a year later, you can’t, your bird in the hand died of avian flu, and the rotting corpse has become so noxious you’re now living in a fucking tent, hey, it’s August, that shit still flies, just.. you and the Ukrainians was just waiting for winter to set in hey…
you’d think, the skank would have been camped on my doorstep, living in her car parked in the local Tesco around the corner, hoping to convince me to perhaps dig up the interred corpse of the offer / suggestion I made last year, though of course her negotiating position, she ain’t exactly as “strong” as it was a year ago…
you’d think… but oh no…
I just thought it was so appropriate, hot on the heels of the creature type A and creature type B post made this morning, here is an elemental example of a type A, mould is set, die is cast, this leopard ain’t changing its spots this side of the grave.
You have ten steps in a process, to do the job as required you have to do step 1, then step 2, and so on, to step 10, job done.
If you miss step 10, it’s what was known as a fuck up, to be specific, your fuck up.
If Engineer grade 5 (where a higher number is better / more superior in the company) fucks up, and engineer grade 2 never fucks up, but engineer grade 5 is on the much higher salary and so on…. but the world has been ever thus, all you can do if you are grade 2 is nod your head at the reaffirmation that life, the bitch, she no fair.
Talking to another one of the boys last week, like me he comes from a background where people get injured or killed if you fuck up.. not trying to be all macho and mysterious and military here, anyone who operates rotating equipment for starters, with lots of others to follow, will do in this category.
The background is important, because you get a common attitude, when guy X doesn’t pull his weight, so you have to, or he is golden balls and you aren’t, or any of that whole gamut of things, you get what the man said to me last week about his latest guy X… “…that fucker’s card is marked…”
For values of whenever, no matter the circumstances, until the end of time, that means whenever that guy X pop’s up on your radar, you go to your mental card index and pull up his card, and on it you see the black mark, and at that point it’s fuck him, if there is any element of me having a choice, as opposed to me being told to do X during working hours, then fuck him.
The world, as I say, and as we all know, is not “fair”….
…nevertheless… it seems to be an innate feature of all mammals that I have seen and observed, and this includes humans, to be *aware* of the concept of fairness.
When I say aware, I mean in the sense that creature A knows it is enjoying an unfair advantage, that doesn’t mean it won’t take that advantage, fight to defend that advantage, and fuck everyone else… meanwhile creature B knows creature A is taking the piss, and there endeth co-operation with creature A.
And so we have segregation, creature A has his fucking mates, and fuck them all too, and creature B has his mates, yeah sure bro, run it by me one more time, that thing you need, I’ll have a think on the matter.
And the differences between the two groups are ever so subtle, so subtle, it’s an ethos thing.
Talking to a guy last week, he was getting paranoid, on the fucking sites, he was getting lots of openings, but no action, in his own words it felt like every time he’d start chatting, it was going great, and suddenly they go dark on him, like, you know, like some cunt out there is putting the bad word in at every turn… you know bro?
I smiled at him, it’s the ethos thing at work, that’s all, there is no spiteful ex fuckbuddy out there stalking you on the fucking sites and badmouthing you to everyone you talk to, even assuming they had a way of knowing who you are talking to, and that just leads to a whole other level of paranoia…
Fact is, it is as simple as the fact that they are all creature A’s, enjoying unfair advantage, and that’s not an issue that gets rectified by the school of hard knocks, lessons will not be learned, ever…. the mould is cast.
Creature A is by definition a paranoid mofo, that’s one thing you learn eventually, with experience….. when my oppo rings me and tells me that Fred’s fucking card is marked, fuck him, and the horse he rode in on… well, we creature B types are late to the card marking party, Fred, being a creature A type, marked our cards long before we got around to marking theirs.
Creature A types trade “favours”, in the broadest sense of the word favour, you keep quiet about my heavy drug use, I’ll keep quiet about you fucking under-age boys up the ass.
Creature A types see the world as a quid pro quo, (something for something)
Creature B types, we work more in intangibles, and by that I don’t mean I do you a favour and you owe me one, some intangible debt that I can call on in the future, that’s still quid pro quo.
By intangible I mean you can’t see the benefit to yourself, now or in the future, sitting down for a few hours and talking straight shit to a mate who starts a new business, no real way to see a benefit to me, maybe some vague shit about eventually if he succeeds in his business he may in 5 years time be able to give me a lift to the airport, because he can still afford a car in 5 years time….
Going out and scraping the ice and snow off the bit of pavement in front of your house is an intangible, it’s more effort than you need to do for yourself, and there is no real way to postulate any future benefit to yourself for making that extra effort.
Back in the last house, with the lying psycho skank ho ex, my house was the only one in the street that had the pavement in front scraped clean (of winter snow and ice) in the am.
Hey, I’m a fucking engineer, what did you expect, I only fix shit that can be fixed if people pay me???
But, the world is remedial, this apparently profitless, eg apparently lossy, approach of us minority creature B types, well, it’s *too* fucking common to be just random seeds thrown out now and again in the off chance that evolution will allow them to flourish, we creature B types are in the minority, but it’s not a minuscule minority, so it’s way too prevalent for random seed, ergo at some level it is being selected for.
“Plan B” possibly, I don’t know and cannot know, this is all speculation and rumination, but you can’t betray creature A, they *expect* you to fuck them over, should you get that level of advantage, the way a drunk guy dressed in armani and dropping twenties everywhere like confetti can *expect* to get mugged.
Creature B just feels an unbearably deep and profound level of betrayal, how the fuck could you fuck me over like that??? and for what?? it’s not like you got ten million bucks for it… what the fuck… and after all I have done and tried to do for you…
(this isn’t alpha and beta shit btw)
My own take, and it is 100% speculation, being a creature B who has spent long hours looking in the mirror, is that I can see one evolutionary advantage conferred to creature B over creature A, sufficient to cause nature to continue to produce a small but steady minority of creature B, a minority far too big to be a random seed.
On the *individual* level, creature A, once the mould is poured, never learns their lesson, sure, they say they will, they say all sorts, but it doesn’t stick or set, the die is cast.
On the *individual* level, creature B, you kick the shit out of that bastard, and he *can* learn, and adapt, and change, and that folks, is evolution…. it’s remedial, and a subset of a species that cannot change, cannot adapt, and therefore cannot tolerate an ebola like intrusion, there is no quid pro quo, you either beat it and live, changed forever, or it beats you and you die, there is no getting through it unchanged.
It’s an interesting question, and if you answer it glibly with “a woman who fucks for money” you’re missing the point… all wimminz fuck for money, or something that can be exchanged for money.
I have known wimminz who prided themselves on being sluts, because, in their own words, sluts don’t charge… fair enough as far as it goes, which isn’t very far when you get down to it, because sluts don’t fuck for free either, there is always some sort of cost, even if it is intangible at first.
Loyalty… now here is an interesting way to look at it, a whore has precisely 0.00 loyalty, it’s all about the money honey, and you can have as much of her time as you want, provided the meter keeps running, and nobody makes a higher offer.
A whore’s loyalty is like the cafe’s loyalty, as long as I give them money, they will give me coffee, but, they will give coffee to anyone with money, and even if I am not there, they are still selling coffee to others, coffee that I could drink.
About now some slut gangbang girl will come along and point out that a woman can in theory at least take as much cock and cum as a hundred guys can dish out, so why should she go without just to please someone who cannot satisfy all her possible needs.
Well, bitch, I’ll answer that question the day the cafe asks me for *all* my fucking money, so I can have the same amount of coffee I drink there today…
So, the whore has precisely 0.00 loyalty, what of the slut?
Does she have more? Possibly, in the sense that the cactus has more water content than the desert around it, but you still won’t be growing any potatoes in that soil.
What else can we say about the whore, well, unlike the wife, there is no future lost income if the guy who fucks her thinks it was a crap fuck, within the limits of the size of the market, she can always get other customers, but of job security there is none.
But back of all of this it keeps coming back to that loyalty thing, and it is the total and complete absence of any kind of loyalty that has always lain behind the negative connotations of the whore.
Lots of people can be bought, or bought off, so it is not purely that, but it is that the whore can only ever be rented, never bought, and it is purely that.
I have elsewhere on here a graphic that says “All women are filthy lying whores”, and it isn’t really talking about the old adage that even the wife is getting paid for it, but it is really talking about the fact that even the wife has zero loyalty, and that’s the crux of it… not the money.
However, much like a 10 year old street thug in Cali, there is a certain rustic charm and dignity in it, I got no loyalty mister, but you can hire me for an hour and I’ll call you El Presidente if you like.
This places them, on the moral scale, above those who also have no loyalty, but masquerade as someone who does, and I pledge thee my troth.
The whore has 0.00 loyalty, but greater than 0.00 honesty about what they are.
Again, this is invariably trotted out as a reason why whores aren’t that bad, hey, they are more honest than my ex wife… yadda yadda…
Again, it’s not actually true, *while* you are paying her, a whore will tell you exactly what you want to hear, oooh baby, you’re so goood at this…
So you only get the honesty when you ain’t paying, and want a freebie…
It’s not the exchange of money.
It’s not the honesty or lack of.
It always always always comes back to the loyalty, of which whores have 0.00.
Now, at the risk of invoking Dawkins, just because I say something truthful and derogatory about one class of people, that doesn’t mean that all that exists, in that universe or this one, is that single truthful and derogatory comment.
Nor does said universe comprise solely of the single truthful-ish but utterly misleading statement that a slut doesn’t charge, so that makes her better than a whore.
If the slut has 0.00 loyalty, then she is just a whore who doesn’t charge.
If the slut has greater than 0.00 loyalty (on a scale where 9.99 is absolute, we are talking 0.2 at best when we say greater than) then for all *practical* purposes she is still a whore that doesn’t charge
And this is just two words, slut and whore, there are hundreds of others.
It gets confusing, until you realise that back in the day or patriarchy and marriage 1.0, there were just two categories, you had wimminz who were pledged to one man, and wimminz who had sampled several cocks, the village whore might not actually have charged, but she was still the village whore.
So Julie knows she is really a whore, but doesn’t like that and all the connotations, so she isn’t a whore, she is a slut.
Meanwhile Jackie knows she isn’t really a whore, but she isn’t a slut like that Julie, so she is Feisty, and the beat goes on, and before you know it, the “wife” is the minority, there is the “wife” here, and over there 999 different varieties of “not wife”.
Calling Jackie a slut upsets her just as much as calling Julie a whore, it’s a veritable minefield, if you give a fuck about such things…
Whores of course have cunts, but sluts and feisty skanks and unicorns and ponies and everyone else female has pussies, another veritable minefield, if you give a fuck about such things.
So what is a whore? A whore is a wimminz with 0.00 loyalty and some honesty, provided you aren’t paying them.
Everything else that isn’t a now extinct wife 1.0 is a wimminz with 0.00 loyalty and 0.00 honesty, whether you pay them in cash or in other more existential ways…. give it any label you want, skank, slag, slug, tramp, etc
Maybe that “All women are filthy lying whores” ain’t so wide of the mark after all, and again, as I have said before here, always use the word cunt, never anything else.
Wife 1.0 might have had a “pussy” or some other sentimental nickname, everything else has a cunt.
Whores have cunts, so if all wimminz are filthy lying whores, then all wimminz have cunts too…. QED.
Of course, calling a wimminz who does not self-identify as a whore a whore, or referring to her cunt as a cunt, is not generally likely to get you access to said cunt, sure, there are exceptions, but not generally, and the more this upsets them, the more of that dishonesty they are likely to have, so it’s a good litmus test.
Living in de Nile, that’s what they are, talked about that before too.
So are you, if you have any ideas about slurping out some whore’s well used cunt, no, your feisty girlfriend who you are both being monogamous with each other, she has a pussy, so you’ll eat that…. ugh.
For “Jack”, who has been pursuing this wimminz on OKC, and who was falling for it all.
For “Jack”, who came over to my place, used my PC for a bit and asked me, when he right clicked on an image in Firefox, what the fuck this “search image on Tineye” is.
For “Jack”, who, when I told him, brought up his new girlfriend’s page on OKC, and started right clicking and searching on Tineye.
For “Jack”, who found her as a result of this on a swinging / fucking site, completely different profile to the OKC one of course.
For “Jack”, who went through the rest of her images on the swinging / fucking site, and found her as a result on an escort site.
For “Jack”, who walked in my door all loved up, NAWALT, and who walked out calling her a fucking whore, but struggled, looking for a more powerful word…. dude, there isn’t one, whore is plenty good enough.
Did she charge you? I asked him… god no, he says, mind you, I suppose I paid, bought drinks and dinner and shit, hey man, I said, you got the discounted deal, but the discount was countered by the greater level of lies and deception.
You’ve probably guessed, from several posts, that I have a hard on for the subject of ignorance of basic immutable physical science, laws and limits, and the consequences this has for society as a whole.
You’ve probably also guessed that there are no sacred cows, from the recent post on various sci-fi staples, I don’t give a fuck what the story is, if it ain’t based on hard physical laws, then it ain’t science, it’s fucking fantasy.
It really doesn’t matter what field of life or science or hopes or dreams or aspirations or work or play or love or family or anything else you are dealing with, it all comes down to the same thing, which can be paraphrased as;
“Income 100, expenditure 95, result = joy…. Income 100, expenditure 105, result = misery”
I have given this lots of labels, “stall speed” and “steps” for various levels of technological situation, but it’s all the same thing….
…so let us indulge in a little bit of science fantasy for a moment, the head of Samsung, and no, I don’t mean the fucking phone division, I mean the whole fucking thing, from cargo ships on down, opens a time portal to 2000 BC somewhere, and emerges to the people there, on the other side of the portal he has an entire heavy / light / techno industry as his beck and call, so he turns to the people and explains what he can do, and they sit and discuss this with him for a bit and come back with a list of what they want.
The list doesn’t have the alphabet, decimal numbers, standard weights and measures, maps, medicine, metallurgy, agriculture, or anything else, it doesn’t even feature a high tech village complete with electric power, freezers full of food, wardrobes full of clothes and a fully staffed hospital and medical centre.
Oh no, what they want is a fucking dragon, a unicorn, eternal life and copy of the necromonicon.
In disgust he gives them a crocodile, an ostrich, a baggie full of acid tabs and a printed copy of 2 girls 1 cup, steps back to 2014, closes the portal and then forgets the whole idea as a waste of fucking time.
A perfect analogy of what would happen today if a species that had had space-faring ability for the past 60 million years rocked up in orbit and offered to help out.
With the benefit of hindsight, I myself fucked up, I should have founded some kooky religion in which the adherents gave me all their money and in which I was the only one allowed to fuck anyone, and I could fuck everyone, no limits…. it’s what the cunts *deserve* after all.
It’s a bit like the dating / fucking sites, the rode hard and hug up wet and surplus to requirements 40 something skank is perfectly entitled to ask for all sorts of unreasonable things from the men considering contacting her for a fuck, you must be handsome, you must be 5 foot 11, you must have a great body, you must have an 8″ cock, and know how to use it, and your tongue too, and so on.
She is *perfectly* entitled to ask for all these things.
She just isn’t entitled to have her wishes fulfilled.
Indeed, you got to be a bit worried about anyone who can live on this planet for 40+ years and who *still* thinks asking for dragons and unicorns and shit is going to have any result other than complete and utter disappointment…
And, no, claiming that there is a difference between wanting an alpha male and wanting a pet unicorn is just yet another level of delusion.
See, yesterday, I got a “rearranging the deck-chairs on the titanic” missive from my line manager, some *gargantuan* fuck ups were made, but not by me, oh no, all I did was make some laconic SNAFU comments, which playing a *pivotal* role is sorting out said fuck-ups… my reward? A missive from said line manager about said SNAFU comments.
You know, where “teamwork” is them dropping you in the shit because they can’t be assed and they are incompetent anyway, and then “teamwork” is you not seeing this 600lb gorilla in the room.. oh no…
Number of fuckers in the same corporation who appear to suffer under the delusion that missives from lines managers are invitations to converse, me, I just reply with a double click “ack” squawk, anything else is superfluous, and annoying to the managers.
Of course, the ack squawk isn’t ideal either, ideal is a humble and grovelling apology, and praise and thanks for the enlightenment and instruction, but seriously, fuck you, you’ll have to up my salary by about 10,000% to get anywhere near that.
Years ago my dad knew a guy who amassed a fucking fortune during the last war, during the war, a time when habeus corpus went out the window and everything was locked down, right?
No, turned out that everyone was so distracted by “the future” and worrying about it, guys like this were not running a horse and cart through the system, but entire bedford lorries, fully laden, and I was reminded of that in last week’s gargantuan fuck up at work, at least three distinct individuals in at least three distinct departments in at least three distinct corporations, all of whom had direct and immediate hands on responsibility, plus whatever crew of QA and pen pushing box ticking types there were, plus whatever logistics types, all of whom are of course six sigma and five nines and certified up the fucking wazoo, managed to monumentally fuck up the rather simple task they had, and it simply isn’t possible for any of them to have missed this, if they had made even the slightest level of checking, so all that remains is a quick fuck it, the next guy down the line can sort it….
So, on another site last week, I met a guy, ex-services, and boy, he had it nailed, and now I am stealing his phrase.
He nods, makes a wiping dust off his shoulder motion, and says “Satellite management” as in, each manager is a satellite, much like the thousands of satellites in orbit around earth, each doing their own thang, and totally unconcerned about the others, save for one thing, that they don’t crash into each other.
Priceless, in its accuracy.
And yet, my fellow wage slaves get missives from their satellite line managers, and think this is an invitation to chat, or that they can go to said manager with issues, and get them dealt with, and so on, and so forth.
My line manager gave me the job because he was told to hire a guy to cover my region by his manager, he did that, and chose me because I, in my personal interview, raised least red flags to him, I get maybe on average one brief missive every 6 months from this guy, ack squawk, I’ve got to be low on his list of squeaky wheels.
Which kinda brings us back to the beginning, if everything you do is to avoid hands on change, within the laws and limitations of the real world, then what can you possibly expect except increasing chaos and entropy, given that 99.9% of what we now call society is entirely un-natural and man made, what can you possibly expect except that it fall apart?
See, the works mobe is dying, so you have to ring the assholes, and they ask a whole load of asshole questions, like, are you actually using the fucking GPS / wifi / bluetooth, cos, you know, that fucks the battery, yeah yeah fuck off and lets get through the poxy menus, so OK, we will send a replacement Samsung handset, well, not quite, they send the FRONT of the fucking phone, I have to retain my SIM card, obviously, and I have to retain any microSD card fitted, obviously, but, a fucking 400+ euro phone, and I have to retain my fucking battery and thin plastic rear cover????
WTF is that all about?
Probably the same micro-management bullshit that says I’m not allowed to root the company phone, fine, that’s 2 hours overtime on a Saturday to rebuild all the settings and apps, because I can’t do a one click Titanium restore to literally identical to the old one.
So I am at this site, and it’s not because she was female, early thirties with a good bod and a nice face, but it is because the bitch is *pleasant*, greets me by name (my third visit to that site) and offers me a coffee and all that jazz, so I go the extra mile, instead of fuck ya, I done what I wuz told ta do, cya.
Meh, I got a ton of patch cables in the trunk, grab two, run one from the router to their switch, run one from the switch to the PC, change a couple of minor settings in the PC after checking ipconfig /all
She’s in awe, god, you must have so many degrees and qualifications (not just because of the 2 patch cables, but what I did before) and all… I just laugh at her, no babe, all the assholes with the qualifications and certificates are sat in offices, fucking up my day job and yours.
Me, I just have experience and a brain… she nods…
But, no lesser a man than Einstein noted that people keep on doing the same pointless shit and keep expecting a different outcome, so unless I myself wish to don the mantle of insanity, I have to accept that people will never change, so none of this can be taken as a how to, or an if only, or a do this to get that result.
It’s more of a survival manual.
But, importantly, not a survival manual (again beloved of writers) where you, the lone hero, is the only one un-infected, because there are no un-infected, not even you, or me, we are all made of the same stuff after all.
More of the survival manual that reminds you, every single say, that you are an alcoholic living in a world of free booze, and the only way to survive is to refuse to ingest the same shit everyone else does.
Look around you, shrug, ask the question, “is this really all there fucking is, just endless this shit?”
So, a staple of science fiction, the incredibly strong materials…
It fucking pisses me off…. here’s why.
Basically, we already know all the elements that can exist or occur naturally, sure, there is conjecture about some transuranics, and there is conjecture that somewhere in there is an island of stability, eg once you make said elements, they stay made, instead of immediately spontaneously decaying towards lead.
We also already know pretty much all there is about chemical bonds, HCCH (Acetylene) is so energetic because of the triple bond between the two carbon atoms.
Elements chemically bonding into substances and materials, yeah, we pretty much know all there is to know about that too, at least in structural terms
Sure, there *might* be an element with an atomic number of 360 (number pulled out of my ass, 30 x Carbon 12) which was both chemically and radioactively stable, once you manufactured it… but it will weigh literally 4 to 5 times as much as lead per cubic foot, and no doubt costs to manufacture would be so eye wateringly high it would make inkjet ink look at cheap as tap water, the only possible uses for such a material is if it were *so* strong you could build a space elevator out of it that could raise the titanic in one lift, or so refractory you could use it to line a fusion bottle rocket, in short, it would have to have some almost magically unexpected, but THEORETICALLY physically possible properties.
Which brings me back to just about every single sci-fi book I have ever read, and even the greats like Niven and Asimov have each conjured up more than one such mythical material.
Now, the absence of evidence, is not evidence of absence, but also, as Locard said “physical evidence cannot be wrong, it cannot perjure itself, it cannot be wholly absent” (with the caveat that there is a huge gulf between actual physical evidence, and a claimed expert interpretation of what that evidence means…)… so there can be stuff we don’t know about yet, because we haven’t looked hard enough or in the right places or in the right way…
So sure, there is a vast chasm in between the green and blue bold text above, but, this is the real world, whatever fits in between, it has to obey the same laws as everything else, and not contradict either the green or blue statements, which, in total, means that even if we do not know what DOES or MIGHT exist between the green and blue text, we sure as shit CAN set some absolute upper and lower boundaries on all sorts of properties of these imaginary materials.
To be sure, there is another way, you can take some semiconductors and apply just the right sort of electrical power to them and they transform into electro-luminescent panels, so there might theoretically be some way to design some material that contains materials science and engineering, so it has a STRUCTURE, and there might be some way to energise that structure so that once energised it had properties that were way out of proportion to what it had before.
But making something 3 mm thick that can repel a bullet strike better than a 6 mm steel plate? Possibly, but you’re already pushing physical law, subatomic physics, chemical bonds, strong and weak molecular forces, so how about a 3mm thick material that can repel a strike better than 300 mm steel?…. no… fucking…. chance…
It defies physical law.
Then, in real life, it’s all roundabouts and swings, diamonds are as hard as fuck, but an oxyacetylene torch will burn them trivially, as easy as a butane lighter will burn tobacco…. Diamonds also shatter easy, put one on an ordinary anvil and whack it with an ordinary 18 oz ball pein hammer.. diamond dust…
…yet in SF land not only does the wonder material shrug off high velocity rounds, it also shrugs off lasers, high temperatures (thermal lance temperatures) oxidation, reduction, chemical reaction of any kind with common substances, etc etc etc.
It’s bullshit, all total utter bullshit.
Niven’s Ringworld is not merely a particularly egregious example, it is so far out there it is world record bullshit, 100 metres of scrith is as resistant to neutrinos as 100 light years of lead, and as for tensile strength, well, it is at the very least on a par with the strong nuclear force, but not over distances of 0.000000000000001 Metre, oh no, over the billion kilometre circumference of the ringworld, a single artefact…
Magic monkeys and unicorns flying out of my ass in formation while singing Jerusalem in perfect Klingon is untold orders of magnitude more probable, likely and realistic.
Yeah, we could possibly one day build an actual honest to god spaceship 750 metres long, which as ocean going ships goes is about 1.5 supertankers, and, EXACTLY like the structure of the Burj Dubai, it could, on the “lower” decks at least, carry significant mass while the whole structure is accelerated at one gravity…
But 25 G?? it would collapse as quickly as the twin towers did, literally, at free fall speeds, and yes, 25G is survivable, in theory, for a human, just immerse them in a liquid capsule and breathe liquid too, yes, that is science fiction, but it is not unreasonable science fiction, Project Orion, you ever wondered why it never got past theory, because you couldn’t build a spaceship big enough to support it’s own weight and absorb a steady series of nuclear blasts below it to drive it in to orbit.
Both the Russians and Yanks built nuclear rockets, run a reactor *real* hot, only cooled by the supersonic gases fed into it, which were heated and irradiated by the naked (lighter that way see) reactor core, to form an exhaust jet and thrust.
It was in nuclear terms as dirty as all fucking get out, but what killed it was you just couldn’t get the thrust, not even to fly an long range plane, much less make escape velocity in a 100 metre cargo ship.
A naked fusion rocket flame might do it, might…. can you imagine a place, a port, that had say one 100 metre cargo ship land from and return to orbit every other day, 365 *fucking*mahoosive* naked fusion rockets per year, at that one location or “port”, and without even bothering to even guesstimate the orders of magnitude of energy involved, you just *have* to be looking at each landing and take off liberating energy on a scale best measured in things like “Hiroshimas”
Hell, if Canaveral got the job you’d probably get a tan from the flame in Alabama and be able to hear it in Texas…. Pripyat/Chernobyl would look like a health spa to folks in Orlando.
Hey, no worries, we’ll just invent anti-gravity perpetual motion machines that violate every law of thermodynamics, who needs a fucking fusion reactor, just build a hydro dam and pump the water back up to the top by anti gravity, cos otherwise the anti-gravity device would require a power source equivalent to the reaction jet device, and you can’t get CERN in a family runabout… too big and heavy see.
Next thing you know you’ve got fucking tie fighters and x-wings pulling fucking acrobatic stunts in a vacuum, and system wide space battles that have battle commanders on bridges with screens that display everything, even the stuff light hours away across the system, in real time… hey, we’d better just invent hyperwave too…
Fucking Star Trek had a lot to answer for, they had to have some plot device for getting from the ship to planet surface and back again so Kirk could fuck green bitches up the ass, and there literally wasn’t the budget to build a prop shuttle-craft and hangar bay, so hey, we’d better invent the transporter, beam me up scotty.
Fucking slaphead Puh-card uses the same technology, when he asks for a cup of earl grey, in the process doing enough mass energy conversion to make the Tsar bomb at 50 megatons look like a children’s sparkler, nobody bats a fucking eyelid, I know, we can point our phasers at the dilithium crystals and recharge them that way, and then we can get warp speed, wow, it just might fucking work kraptain, well, it worked in *last* week’s episode asshole…
But hey, you gotta give audiences what they WANT… right….
The rule of thumb is it takes about 10 kWh to get 1 Kg into low earth orbit.
The second rule of thumb is it costs you about 10,000 times what the energy in the first rule of thumb costs.
So, out 100 metre cargo shuttle is going to be similar to a similar cargo ship, that’s about 1000 TEU, and 1 TEU is basically a 20 foot container, which is basically up to 24 metric tons.
So, if it takes 10 kWh to get 1 Kg into LEO, it takes 10 MMH to get one Tonne into LEO, 24 MWH to get one TEU into LEO, and 24 GWH to get our 100 metre cargo shuttle to LEO
If a KWH at commercial rates is 10c (US) then a MHW is US$100 and a GWH is $100,000 and 24 GWH is $2.4 million, but, remembering our second rule of thumb, that will actually cost you $24 billion.
That is one very small cargo shuttle, a mere 1000 TEU, the Maersk line ship Emma carries 11,000 TEU, cal it a quarter of a trillion bucks between friends.
This isn’t a port, this isn’t even a schedule, this is a one off, one shipment one way.
A small-ish port, call it that amount per week, call it a 10/12 trillion bucks per year.
Hey Houston, we got a problem, total WORLD economic output is around 90 trillion bucks, so basically if the entire planet co-operated as one and renounced all military spending, we could run one small space-port with one single shipment per week, in volume terms, about 4% of what the single port of Rotterdam handles.
As a basis for a serious go at building a lunar colony, yeah, 11,000 containers a week (remember, they have to hold *everything* you could or will possibly want) will get ya there.
As a basis for an economy that would support even one single country the size of Holland, errrr, nope….. you’re talking more like the canary islands, not real country sized shit.
Parallels to 18th century colonialism, vast sums of money only the most wealthy economies on the planet could even consider, thrown at it year after year in the hope of a payoff 20 or 30 or 40 years down the line…
Society and people today, no, fucking, concept….
All the vast sums spent today getting shit into orbit, 99% of that shit is satellites, and that means something about the size and weight of a domestic washing machine.
That shit wouldn’t keep the Pitcairn islanders afloat, much less the big island of Hawaii, which is the starting point for a lunar colony complex enough to be on the way to self sustaining…
