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March 15, 2014

Shit can change, real quick.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 12:40 pm

I have talked before about timings, how 95% of the change happens in the last 5% of the time period for that change, such as most of the volume of a ship sinking happens in the last minute or two, its not a linear process.

This is different, but similar and closely related, and it is about how quickly things can change, and I don’t mean “whoa, I know we hit an iceberg, but she wasn’t sinking much for hours, what the fuck is happening now!” so much as going in to town and seeing a shop that was open and trading last week all boarded up and closed this week.

It’s usually a question of proximity, if you worked IN that shop, you were on the ship that hit the iceberg, if you walk past it, you are in another ship in the same waters.

In my day job, I see all kinds of ships, so for example this business here is creaking along on an xDSL connection, an old cisco 837 that you can BUY-IT-NOW on fleabay for less than a tenner, and an old netgear 8 port switch costing about the same.

I can go down the road and see a similar sized business in terms of employee numbers and square footage, and we are installing a synchronous 50mbit fibre circuit, which costs tens of thousands.

The first business is under capitalised, but at least if she gets holed beneath the waterline and the site goes hard down most any old crap can be used to get it back up, somehow or another.

The second business is much more robust, but it has a much higher burn rate and the bottom lines are much higher, and you certainly can’t use any old crap to fix it when it has issues, only the expensive stuff will do.

Either one of these two businesses can and do fold apparently overnight, as far as the employees of the other business across the street are concerned.

Take a look at what is happening in the Crimea now, depending on your proximity and awareness you can be thinking this is all rather sudden and alarming, or you can have been expecting *something* because trouble has been brewing for years, but neither one is really expecting “shit to change, real quick”

Shit changing real quick is not even really when it is the OPEN shop or business that suddenly stands out amongst all the closed ones, though that is an indicator of portents to come.

Shit changing real quick is when something that is doable, or permissible, or possible, or legal, or practical to do, today the 15th day of the month, is suddenly not doable, or not permissible, or not possible, or not legal, or not practical to do, when you wake up on the 16th day of the month.

In my experience, on the 16th of the month, you can look back and see it was all pretty fucking inevitable really, there is no real surprise it got to this, only that it got to this so fast, if only I had sold or bought or done or not done X **yesterday**

In my experience, on the 16th of the month, what does not change is the whole hordes of people taken apparently TOTALLY fucking unawares, no idea at all, no premonition, sleepwalked right into that shit.

intermission.

See, were human nature not thus, what would happen on the day they brought in the first of the new laws about marriage and divorce and children in the UK in the mid seventies, is every single man in the country would have said “Whoa, at a stroke of a pen you have unilaterally changed the contract of marriage or cohabitation that I entered in to with my woman, at a stroke of a pen you have altered this contract, therefore I have NO OPTION WHATSOEVER but to immediately and permanently annul the ENTIRE contract, and walk away from it ALL”

They / We didn’t. That is how you boil a frog.

The mid (nineteen) seventies saw the pendulum at one extreme, it was at the other extreme in the (eighteen) thirties, with the Tolpuddle Martyrs, unlike actual pendulums, human societal ones seem to take shorter and shorter periods for subsequent swings, and boys and girls, we are not at the other extreme yet, we have quite some way to go, nevertheless, for those who have eyes to see….

Back in the 8 bit days I wrote a small computer program in BASIC, I was not the first, I just wanted to write it myself, my way.

Biorhythms, they were interesting, because you took three regular periodic cycles, each of a fixed period or frequency, 23, 28 and 33 days, start them all at zero on the day of your birth, and start the clock ticking, what you get is a new combined waveform, one that takes nearly 60 years to get back to zero and start again.

The interest was not that there was any reality or practical use, the interest was that these three simple and quite short periodic frequencies could combine into something far more complex, something that took 21+ thousand days to repeat.

And out of my grasp, but tantalisingly just within my peripheral awareness, was the idea that this applied to *everything*, human relations, society, the economy.

What was tantalising was the idea that at no point on the resulting combined curve, was it possible to predict what was about to happen, it could wibble along unchanged for a bit, or suddenly leap upwards, or downwards, unless you had the precise fundamental data for each of the three constituent curves at that point in time, you had no fucking idea.

And biorhythms were laughably simple, in real life it is not just the sum of three different fixed frequency and amplitude curves, there is fucking feedback too… and on many levels, and hysteresis, and attenuation, and damping, etc etc.

And so, at an early adult age, I had before me visible proof of a thing that I personally came to call “complex”

“Complex” problems such as these were ones that I could watch, much as a sailor watches the sea and weather before deciding to leave port, but which, by their nature, forbade any accurate prediction.

I don’t care *who* you are, *what* data sources you have access to, or *how much* computational power you have, your predictions are no more valid than mine, because nothing less than total awareness will suffice for complex problems, and the moment you get total awareness, it ceases to be a complex problem.

This is not to say that ATTEMPTS to create ever more accurate models of the weather, for example, are wasted, I applaud them, what I abhor is the idea that the VALIDITY of your model is greater than mine, just because your model is run on a supercomputer tended by 200 programmers in a project that has been running for 20 years… your model is incomplete, that’s it.

There is an old farmer just down the road from me, the computer models and everything else tell him he should be out planting crops RIGHT NOW, if not sooner, what with the delays already caused by all the recent flooding.

He has an old steel prybar, it’s about 5 foot long and a inch and a half or so in diameter, it’s pretty heavy, he walks out into his fields and holds it vertically, in the middle, and then releases his grip so it slams down point first into the ground.

See, putting a tractor out there, and adding attachments, ploughs and see drills and the like, all effects the torque the driving wheels have to put out, and the force the land has to take… the land *looks* dry enough, but the pry bar sinks 6 inches, and the old farmer knows if it sinks more than 3, the land won’t take the weight and torque, he’ll just tear it up and make mud and fuck up his machinery…. and waste expensive seed crops, and diesel, etc.

This doesn’t help the farmer get a crop in and earn any money, or minimise his outgoings much, he is still between a rock and a hard place, but by doing a physical test, yeah, it’s rough and ready and quick and dirty, it stops him making a bad situation worse.

intermission.

Farmers, see, when I was a lad we knew all about “crop failure”, things change real fast, all year you are looking good, as a farmer, as a food producer, as a supermarket, as a customer, as a country, and then there is a fucking crop failure, the early barley crop yield is maybe 25% of what everyone thought it would be, and none of it is great quality.

Shit suddenly changed.

Like I said, “complex” problems,but I have eyes, I can see, for the past week the roads have been unnaturally quiet, not much traffic, is it half term? no, has fuel suddenly gone up 10p a litre? no etc, wonder what is going on then?

Nevertheless, the roads have been fucking quiet the last week.

I go talk to someone, they tell me the town, which they go into three times a week, is “dead” when they went in.

I go to the trade cash and carry to buy my 750g tins of instant coffee and a few packets of real coffee, it’s like visiting a cathedral open for tourists… there are only two tills manned and only one person in front of me, and they also are only buying less than 6 items.

I go to fill the tank up with diesel, (which I do 3 or 4 times a week) and I can basically pick my pump and drive up to it.

The tobacco counter that I always avoided at the supermarket because it had  queue of assholes wanting to cash in this lottery ticket and buy that one and some scratch cards and this that and the other and oh can I have some smokes too… I can walk up to now and maybe one person in front of me.vibronic_moog_janfeb76p30ck

My 4% wage rise in line with inflation (4% of fuck all is still fuck all..lol) that I responded to with a “Is that fucking it?  that’ll buy fucking tank of diesel once a month!” which really did not go down well, you know, maybe they really did think I should have been grateful…. certainly enough other people have said pay rise, heard of them…. never seen one mind.

The point I am trying to make, all the change that has happened to date since the mid 1970’s, by this time next week there could be other changes that are so big they wipe out everything that went before, where went before is “in living memory” for everyone under 60.

It’s like one of those hideously complex late 70’s synthesisers, but each industrialist, each banker, each politician, is only given control of one knob…. now go make beautiful music.

Everyone assumes that no-one else is an intelligent agent that actually does see what is going on, if they have control of a knob, it isn’t a significant knob, and frankly my knob is the significant one, and if you cunts would just stop twiddling yours I could get mine set right… we could be the new Tangerine Dream

March 14, 2014

Let’s talk money

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 1:47 pm

In a post here – http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=136 – I talk about the cost of living.

Rent 550 + light and heat 120 + water and sewerage 100 + council tax 80 = 850 a month.

That’s £850 a month to put a roof over your head, a modest roof at that.

If you are a single man in full time work, 40 hours a week, this works out that if you earn £8 an hour before tax, you can live, if you are careful and frugal and have no debts or other commitments.

In reality this is around 16k a year in wages, and in reality that’s probably what you are going to earn, say as a truck driver etc… you’ll take home 1,000 a month. The rest goes as taxes on your earnings.

If you try going self employed or independent trader, well, while the salaried guy takes home 250 every week (paid monthly) you are in a different boat, if you go two weeks earning nothing, the next two weeks you need to pull in 500 a week, it’s tough.

Here’s where it gets tougher, but this is reality.

I am in my mid 50’s, I have no savings to speak of, no retirement plan, no pension plan, I work and I pay bills, this is the reality for many, for many others, they look at me and think me fortunate, THIS IS REALITY.

As long as I am able to work, I can keep my head above water, the instant I stop work, well, within a week it has gone to shit, as zerohedge likes to call it, I am living paycheck to paycheck, in reality I personally have a 2/3 month buffer, but that’s me, not everyone else is me.

Looking to the future, it’s a thing man, I just don’t fucking know, and that’s the truth, provided I can keep working regular, which is exactly analogous to saying provided I can keep swimming regular, I won’t drown.

When I am too old or ill to work, well, either the state is going to take care of my bills, or I am going to die…. fact is, 90% of my shit would fit in a hi-cube transit van in one load, and if I tried to sell it all, I’d probably be lucky to pull in 3k, being a realist in today’s market.

I’m, not trying to go all doom and gloom oh woe is me, I’m trying to tell it like it is, I have fuck all of note asset wise, I have fuck all of note savings wise, I have fuck all of note pension / retirement wise, and I got 15 years before mandatory retirement, not that anyone is going to want to keep around 70 year old cisco / IT engineers…  you hear what I am saying here.

And I am one of the lucky cunts, because while I do not have a pot to piss in, compared to so many who are underwater in debt and commitments and alimony and child support and shit, I’m living the life of fucking Riley.

But, we are men, and this is all about the numbers.

If you are a single man with no debts, then you need to earn £8 an hour and work a steady 40 hour week 50 weeks of the year to live securely.

The national minimum wage is £6.31, I know *lots* of people in their 40’s and 50’s getting that wage…. eg they could not live alone, just on their own income alone.

If you think you are going to be all fuck it and be a self employed entrepreneur, think again, I have the skills and a workshop out back, look at those numbers above, who has any disposable income to hire me?

Even the really big boys, the Morrisons and Tescos, are hurting, and yes, they are all paying £6.31 an hour, and if they can’t make a profit with their vast economies of scale, what hope do you have?

Nobody owes me a fucking living, and trying to make a living is all I can fucking do, get ahead and be a self made man, forget it.

Again, I am not whining or complaining, I think I have a good life, I *can* pay all my bills, I *can* afford to live alone, I *can* just turn the heating on and stay warm as I like, so why are we here?

We are here because we are in another phase just like when the Tolpuddle Martyrs came about, money is tight everywhere, and so the thing that is driven down hardest is wages, “people” have no value, business has no “sense”, I drive 100 miles each way to fix routers that are so obsolete you can buy them on fleabay for £10, and if the hardware is dead we put in a replacement old obsolete box of the same model, the cost of the router is blown away by my time and the time of the guys in the support department of the ISP in question.

I will drive 100 miles each way to a business site with 6 employees that is down hard, because everything works via the internet now, and the whole site relies on a single xDSL connection that isn’t as good as my own connection here at home.

I will drive 100 miles each way because a 50 cent Chinese made micro-filter and 75 cent Chinese made RJ11 cable had died, because the routers and everything else are just slung under a desk in a rats nest of cabling and dirt to cook to death, because a cabinet is too expensive…. not because the Chinese can’t make decent kit, they can, but it costs more.

I will drive 100 miles each way because they bought a cabinet, but fitting fans was too expensive, or an 8 gang power strip was too expensive, so when I get there and the 4 gang power strip is already fully populated my whole trip is wasted.

I shit you not, LITERALLY, in the last year I have seen ONE cabinet that was cabled up properly and tidily, and that was a new install in a 5 star hotel, and ONE cabinet that had a network map printed on the doors, and that was in a building site, and all I do every day is visit business premises and colo’s, from the small high street store to the out of town megastores, it is all the same.

We all seem to know the price of everything,
but the value of nothing.

When your old man told you life wasn’t a box of chocolates boy, he wasn’t being grumpy or miserable or boring, he wasn’t telling you that you could not go out and have fun, what he was telling you is there are no re-runs, no safety nets, and no clean slates.

In many ways, this is the most important post I have ever made, because none of the other stuff I have talked about is even possible unless you are solvent.

In some ways worrying about my retirement in 15 years time is futile, that’s a long fucking time away, on the other hand, YOU HAVE TO GET THERE, and the only way to get there is to be solvent today.

Being solvent today is not easy, it is certainly a LOT harder than it was back when I was a very young man starting out…. today I have a brain and two hands and a healthy body, AND 40 fucking years work experience and knowledge and ethic, and I can just about stay solvent, as a single man…

Think on that.

We live in a world where the cost of everything is being looked at, and everyone is trying to drive down unit costs, whether that is an hour’s labour or a patch cable or anything else, drive the cost down per unit.

Nobody is looking at the bigger picture, we have gone way, way, way beyond the point where these cost “savings” per unit are causing cost increases and reliability decreases when looking at the larger picture, and yet, there is still no end in sight.

In my night/weekend job as a self employed bod, I build home and business PC’s for people, amongst other things, and I never hear from the cunts again, until it is time for a new one, which is as it should be, because the bastards DO NOT GO WRONG…. just last night a guy spoke to me about such an upgrade, the last one I built, fucking slot 1, and it is still working…. yeah, at the TIME it was 50% more than an apparently identical spec job from Dell or anyone else, at the time…. and not only has it not gone wrong, and not cost any money to fix, because it has been working solidly since then, he hasn’t lost any work or time to it either.

I estimate that 99% of the money spent in the economy is not earnings, which is what I spend, (I earn it one month then spend it over the next month to get me to the next paycheck), but credit.

With the end of credit, 99% of our economy would disappear overnight, and that is not merely catastrophic, that is apocalyptic.

So credit cannot be allowed to end, and everyone has to stay underwater, essentially in indentured servitude, servicing the interest on the capital, which means that yet again a lot of the money gets siphoned off for financial purposes, not so much is getting spent in the economy, and what is, well, people want more for their 9.99 a month, or they will go to someone offering the same deal for 4.99 a month, and you can only offer 4.99 a month by driving unit costs down.

It is an extremely vicious circle… and it has now become so voracious that it is feeding upon itself.

I have a less luxurious lifestyle than many of those around me, but their lifestyle is illusory, it is all based upon being indebted for life, and god help you if you lose your job, or get divorced, or get sick, fucking game over man.

I got a friend, he is on about 16 quid an hour, hates his job, but can’t quit, can’t get anything else offering the same money, can’t live on less money thanks to the house / car / wife / kids all on credit.

If he loses his current job, he will struggle to get another one, and after a while he will get offered and accept one at 8 quid an hour, because it is 8 quid an hour more than nothing, he will still be drowning, but more slowly… who knows, a ship may come sailing by to rescue him.

Don’t eat your seed corn, one of those pithy phrases, only a small farmer really understands it, “don’t eat your children” is analogous, it’s like going out and raping to death a pair of 5 year old twins, there is no way back, ever, once you do that shit.

Yet as a society that is exactly what we are and have been doing, since the late 80’s at the very least, shit in the paper today, average house price is £270k it says, which is 10x the average wage, which is £27k, it says…..  trust me, fucking £16k is the average wage, and I mean average, not mean, there is a shit ton of part time work out there at 6.31 an hour for less than 16 hours a week, so you are part time, so the employer doesn’t have to pay all sorts of taxes, so you are never a true employee with rights.

But loans for homes can’t go any lower than the base rate of 1.2%, or for longer terms than 40 years, and we are already at that, so no new buyers, but we can’t afford a house price crash either… only house sales happening are those already in the system playing musical chairs, ain’t nobody new entering the system.

Ain’t nobody new entering into marriage.

If you are one of those unfortunates on the minimum wage (basically your annual salary is approx 2000x your hourly rate, as a rule of thumb)and getting a gross of £13k per annum, you can’t afford a basic one bedroom apartment / flat / house all to yourself… and this is not in the cities, this is here.

So you can house share, or get a bedsit, either way, communal living, no contents insurance because of that, only one room truly your own, and if your housemate falls on hard times or injects this month’s rent into a vein, you’re still fucked.

Static caravans are still affordable, just, you can pick up a good one for 10k, but nobody is going to loan you money for that on a mortgage, but you also need a piece of land to put it on, and there are no amenities… and you’ll need planning permission if it is static.

Speaking for myself, if I am working 40 hours a week, I have the other hours to try and make some extra doing my own thing, but as I said above, nobody has any fucking money.

Times are tough all over.

Don’t get me wrong here, I’m not trying to get you down and depressed, quite the opposite, I’m trying to get you to see what is really, really, really important.

Stay solvent at any cost. It’s cheaper than not staying solvent.

Be it ever so humble, I have my own front door key, a comfortable pad, fuck it, it’s a working day and I’m done, I’m typing this while still being paid, in a moment I will make a coffee, and next week, well, all next week I am working in a prison… and I will go home at night to my own front door…etc

Be cool.

 

 

March 13, 2014

Vote for Kim Jong Putin

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , — wimminz @ 1:08 pm

I dunno, maybe it is a function of age, or intelligence, or experience, or all of the above… but I am finding myself more and more in favour of the devil incarnate, wherever he walks and in whatever guise he wears.

The Lostprophets paedo was wrong about being invincible and untouchable, but like Putin and Kim Jong and all the other anti-christs, he was apparently quite open and honest with those he made deals with for their offspring, and he did not lie to them or blow smoke up their asses.

It comes to something when the Devil is the only one who will not lie to you, in 99.99% of cases because he cannot talk to you, too many firewalls in place, too much other noise drowning him out, and, oh yeah, all those firewalls and all that shit drowning him out, yeah, that’s all lies and bullshit.

For the 0.01% of cases where you do actually get to converse with the Devil, he ain’t lying to you, but everyone else still is.

When I first saw the May-tricks and Morpheus pulls the red/blue pill thing on Neo, I was instantly reminded of Bill.

Bill was his real name, but almost nobody knew that, and nobody called him that, he had a handle too, doesn’t matter what it was now, but he was a drug dealer, back in the day when most of the heroin addicts in the UK got hooked by being given opiates for pain relief, and most of them were ex-services.

Bill would sell anything to anyone, but like the Devil and Morpheus, he’d warn you, I heard him, first hand, many a time, so often I can almost remember it word for word… “This shit will fuck you up, your life will change and it will never be the same again, you will never be able to go back to what you are now. Are you sure you want to buy?”

Of course everyone else said he was just saying this in some cynical attempt to absolve himself of moral agency, and if he actually believed any of that shit he wouldn’t be a drug dealer, and in reality he was evil and degenerate and the devil incarnate.

Bill for his part never sold anything fake or adulterated, if anything was cut, he made sure he knew by how much and what it was cut with, and what it was cut with better be bland and innocuous, so Bill only sold quality.

Bill was also a grass, before you think I am praising him, every drug dealer who stays in business longer than 6 months is BTW, because contrary to what Bill’s critics would say, you can’t run either the input or output side of being a drug dealer without any involvement at all by various agencies of the State, such as Po-lice and Customs…. and far from being strictly business goods in exchange for cash, it always always always involves the exchange of information and power broking and favours and suchlike.

I was an occasional customer and friend, some times I’d buy that shit, some time he would lay it on me man, because dealers don’t got no friends or people they can hang out with, just people out for some action and a slice of the cake.

Google “Operation Julie” well all that shit that was “seized” was back on the streets quicker than you can say damn, maybe 1% got “destroyed”…  nobody samples the shit as it is about to go in the furnace…. a thousand blotters neatly placed inside an LP cover next to the vinyl in the dust sheet, you got the latest Tull record yet man? Yeah, just came in this morning…… the only ones who ended up in the dock being charged were the only ones who were not on the take, so Bill was now buying from the boys in blue, and not direct from the manufacturer, whoa, bummer…

It’s been 35 years since I gave up drugs, not because they were fucking up my life, which they were, but because I really did not want to be dealing with and being known to a supply chain that comprised the same people who fuck your life up, convict you and put you in prison, thank loads of acid and paranoia to scare me off that one.

So recent revelations / confirmations of the level of dirty tricks the NSA / GCHQ / EVERYONE ELSE have been getting up to with everyone’s private, data, communications and hardware really don’t surprise me, one iota, it’s the new drug dealing man.

And of course it’s the same as it ever was, those who understand the medium and give a fuck about quality get elbowed out of the way by those who don’t understand the medium and don’t give a fuck about quality, but do see how all this can be used to garner power and influence and all that good stuff.

And with this phase change all those who told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, become the Devil incarnate, and 99.99% of you will never have any contact with him again, you will only get the “good” guys, who lie about everything.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Bill or Putin et al are decent people, but at least you could get a handle on them, these other fuckers are like trying to nail jelly to a wall, nothing sticks unchanged for more than 5 seconds at a time…. Putin may be a Devil, but at least it is possible to get to know him, and he becomes the devil you know, Obama (or Cameron, or any of the others) change their views and opinions more often that I make a cup of coffee, and unlike my coffee, there is no common theme or flavour running through the various iterations.

Thirty / thirty-five years ago, it was at least possible to give up drugs, I have never imbibed of Fuckbook, so I don’t have to go cold turkey on that, but the internet as a whole, the network itself? Who can realistically give up on that?

Try living in the UK in 2014 with no net access of any kind ever, never send or receive an email, no ebanking, no web browsing of any kind, no iplayer, no netflix, no steam, no OS….

Closest I can go is running my own router and firewall, in between my LAN, and the ISP provided cable/xdsl modem, which is set to modem only mode.

The management console of which can *only* be accessed by a physical connection from a local PC to the management port.

Back in the day, I used to test every new system against Steve Gibson’s Shields Up, still do, as a matter of fact, everyone else seems to have forgotten him, he is still doing good shit though…

https://www.grc.com/fingerprints.htm

For example my ISP cable modem, when set to modem only mode, CANNOT be made to stealth DCE endpoint, Netbios, or Microsoft Directory Service ports, to be sure, they are CLOSED, but that is not the same as stealthed, no Sir.

Enter my own personal firewall and router (which it itself is denied any ability to make any outgoing connections) you may compromise and bypass my ISP cable modem, but you’re getting no further incoming.

I am the Devil, but at least I won’t lie to you, all the Saints lie all the time.

March 9, 2014

New AfORism

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:57 pm

https://wimminz.wordpress.com/06-you-can-lead-a-horse-to-water/

March 8, 2014

The markets can stay irrational….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 3:59 pm

…. longer than you can stay solvent.

Sage advice, and observant.

But, it also applies to wimminz, for this post, I am thinking of a single individual wimminz, and the fact is, she can continue to be irrational and slowly erode her life, because being irrational at present only presents a slow erosion, there is no sudden cliff edge and wil-e-coyote.

In other words, people can continue to act irrationally, as long as there is no immediate and severe penalty for doing so.

Back when I was a lad, there was a certain balance. If you got your ass shot off in Beirut, the first question anyone would ask is WTF were you doing there?

It didn’t mean, for example, that being raped was any less pleasant or against your will or wrong, but there was an acknowledgement that no matter what the event, the person it happened to shared a varying proportion of the responsibility… if you do not want your ass shot off, do not go to Beirut, thus dramatically reducing the likelihood of it happening.

The wimminz I was thinking of above, mid thirties, which means, given that this is 2014, born late seventies, early eighties.

Let me tell you this, anything after the mid seventies, you’re fucked, you have no idea what the world is about, you have been living in disneyland, where wil-e-coyote moments don’t matter, it’s not the stepping off the cliff edge, it doesn’t matter, because the fall won’t kill you, it won’t even injure you, ten seconds later you’re back.

Back then, part of the fun of watching the coyote and the roadrunner was the knowledge that IN REAL LIFE a coyote can run over twice as fast as a roadrunner, 4 legs beats 2 for speed, always has, always will.. eg if the roadrunner left off with the daft schemes and flaky ACME products, and just chased the fucking roadrunner, he would win every time…. THAT was part of the joke.

But, like Tom & Jerry, it “evolved” into something utterly alien, and like Tom and Jerry the “idiot” took on more pronounced male characteristics, and the “winner” took on more pronounced female characteristics…. for you sanity’s sake, don’t ever watch Pippa pig.

So the wimminz I talk about here, she *knows* she is fucking up left right and centre, but because the penalties are not both immediate and severe, she continues to do so while living in a sort of denial, like a child playing hide and seek who covers their eyes, if they can’t see you, you can’t see them, right…

So anyway, this wimminz has kids, plural, boys and girls, and as we all know wimminz can’t raise boys for shit, and as the boys grow up they get all confused, one minute they are in effect the man of the house, next minute they are looking at pictures of mummy sicking various random cocks on a night out at a swingers party when she left her laptop open and unlocked… but, the wimminz are worse at raising mini skanks, actually, let me re-phrase that, they are GREAT at raising mini skanks.

So this skank ho has a couple of mini skank ho’s, who despite being in primary school are totally out of fucking control and rule the house, and I said one of those things, where you think “did I just say that out loud” and then you see from the expressions around you, you did.

So bemoaning her status, somehow the subject drifted on to what sort of man would be acceptable to her, and since none would be foolish enough, she naturally says none, she prefers her freedom and single life…. yeah right bitch, all you do is complain about everything that is a DIRECT consequence of you being a single skank ho mommy.

So tiring of the usual man bashing I say any guy who did want to get involved and take you all on as a family needed his fucking head examined… well, those little bitches of yours, (the bitch in the states suing her parents for money was discussed, as was the lostprophets paedo/singer, etc etc etc) I said, if I was involved with you, it’s only a matter of time until the little cunts accuse me of molesting them or something, so if you’re gonna be hung for it you might as well do it, so are they being offered along with you?

This draws the expected indrawn breaths and shock horror outrage shit, but that ain’t what causes the thing I mention above… no… that was when they start talking about little girls and innocent children and how could I even imagine they would condone such a thing or go near a man who was capable of such a thing.

“You would if there weren’t any immediate personal consequences for YOU”

That was the did-I-actually-say-that-out-loud bit.

But I stand by it. Sure, the person most likely to sexually abuse a girl child is the stepfather, not the single man raising some other person’s girl child alone, the guy who is living with the girl childs mother, in the same house.

Like Beirut, he got fuck all chance of doing that if it isn’t acceptable to the mum, provided there are no immediate personal consequences for her…. trust me, I have fucked a lot of single mommies, not one of them has any concept of inappropriate behaviour in front of, in sight or, in earshot of, in smell radius of, in the same house as, etc, their kids.

I have been sat on a sofa, three seater sofa, me at one end in a dressing gown having come in, got showered, got comfortable, and the wimminz 3 year old child is at the other end of the sofa, watching cartoons, so she brings me in a coffee, all good, kneels on the floor in front of me, all good, leans forward, opens the dressing gown and starts sucking on my cock… it is ME that is freaking instantly and internally and my peripheral vision on the side of HER FUCKING CHILD is going in to overdrive, and I grab the towel I was using for my hair and use it to conceal things.

Skanky sluts, if you do not want your children sexually abused, make sure they are living under the same roof as their father, otherwise it is Beirut again, like the wimminz in question here, *I* got no biological relationship to the little sluts, and if they are in *my* presence and acting in overtly sexual ways, and frankly it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference if they know what they are doing or just copying what they saw mummy doing, and *you* aren’t doing a damn thing to moderate either your behaviour in front of them, or theirs, it’s Beirut, some fucker is getting their ass shot off.

Hence http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=117

There may not be immediate and severe penalties for wimminz, because they have externalised all the consequences to men, that don’t make the streets of Beirut safer, it makes them MORE fucking dangerous, because frankly speaking, anyone with a clue, anyway familiar with immediate and severe penalties for irrationality, already got the fuck out.

Saddam the truck

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 11:05 am

Back in the day, for my sins, I did a bit of motorway recovery work for a guy I knew, he had a fleet of old but fairly well maintained Ford D series, being no fool he stuck with the straight 6 engine and 6 speed box models, avoided the V8’s etc.

Of course being exempt vehicles you could have a lot of fun, unloaded beavertail + wet road + corner at a junction = you could drift that ass end around as wide as you liked, plus no speed limiters, plus you could do all sorts of things in an exempt vehicle that were illegal in a normal truck or car, plus, he had the po-lice contract to clear shit off the motorways.

It was the last of the glory days of trucking in the UK, even if it wasn’t real trucking…money was good too.

Of course, you’d jump in whatever was available if you got a shout, but we all had our favourites, you know I can’t even find any fucking pictures of the sort of thing on google images now, but they were full double crew cab, solid beavertail body, no hydraulics or moving / tilting bed shit, and solid ramps that you pulled out and put away by hand, but by and large, provided the last guy had left it the way you would, all straps rolled and put away tidy, fuel topped off, ready to rock, you were happy.

Then there was Saddam, he was a Merc, sat at the end of the row, because it was the last truck anyone wanted to take, but, Saddam didn’t have long range tanks, so if one of the guys got called in for a local recovery, they were told to take Saddam, to much abuse and cat calls from anyone else there.

To be fair to Saddam, he didn’t do anything badly, he just wasn’t quite as meaty as the old Fords, he felt more like a 7 tonner scaled up to an 11 tonner, rather than a 17 tonner scaled down to an 11 tonner, if you know what I mean.

In the Ford, you climbed “up” into the seat more, tilt cab over engine, so there was that aspect too.

Put them both on paper and a modern manager would buy a fleet of Saddam’s, on a service contract with the local Merc garage, and old driver like me would opt for the fleet of Fords and one guy whose main job was keeping them all sorted and a couple of guys who could split helping him with some local runs, as and when needed.

Here, today, in the UK, the 1.6 litre diesel “blue-motion” VW Golf car is pretty much the de-facto half decent company car for anyone hitting the road a lot… sales droid, technician, field service, if you don’t need a van, there is a good chance you get a golf diesel. These aren’t bought, they are on full service contract lease, and get chopped back in for new ones either at 3 years old when the first MOT is due, or when they hit 180,000 miles, whichever comes first.

From the company’s point of view, Monday to Friday working week, that costs the company X per day, I’m saying X, cos I’ll come to the numbers in a minute.

So the company are looking at taking school leavers and training them up, modern apprenticeshits in IT stuff, of course this is training and a set of skills that will benefit this particular company, rather than a rounded set of skills, you don’t get to be a car mechanic or diesel fitter, you get to be a specialised and certified nissan leaf technician, who knows how to use the nissan shop diagnostic machines, etc etc.

So they are running the numbers on these supposed apprenticeship places, and the potential cost to the company while they are being trained up, and it doesn’t come to a whole heap of money…. so he comes up with a number and it seems good, from  company point of view.

Then one of the other guys pipes up, and says, hang on, we will be giving these guys company cars while they are doing their on the job training aren’t we, the first guy says well duh, yes, they have to get to the customers sites, so the other guy, who is the company’s fleet director, says to the first guy do you know what these cars cost us, per day, based on a 5 day week?

The first guy says no, actually, he doesn’t know a number, but he assumes X is a reasonable number.

So the fleet director drops the little bombshell that X is in fact 180 of her majesty’s pounds sterling every day, based on  5 day week.

When you add £180 a day to the first guy’s cost to the company calculations for some on the job apprenticeships, suddenly the numbers do not seem so reasonable.

Of course, the penny never drops, that there is a *significant*, nay, a MAJORITY proportion of their CURRENT trained and experienced and all that good stuff staff driving around in these cars, who are paid LESS than it costs to provide the car.

And none of them remember the old days, when even if you ended up driving Saddam, back when fuel cost just under half what it costs now, at the dusk of the last good days to be a driver, I’d take home in cash significantly more money than I do now.

 

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Incidentally, a bluemotion 1.6 diesel as a company car in the UK today, the guvvmint tax figures are it costs you as an employee just under £4,000 per year of your tax free allowance, and 13 pence per mile for fuel for any private mileage…. given they do an average of 50 miles to the imperial gallon, that’s pretty much pump prices, your personal fuel is at cost…. sure, you drive an effectively brand new car, and any and all servicing and tyres etc is all free, as is insurance etc, and at a 30% tax rate that 4k per year tax allowance hit means it costs you £1,300 a year, or £26 a week for this, which is a good deal compared to any other private vehicle except perhaps a motorbike…

The cost comes from the new cost of these cars, £23-25k each, plus service contract, depreciated to nothing over 3 years or less on a corporate lease…. plus fuel, plus insurance.

March 6, 2014

Daffodils say CUNTS

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 2:48 pm

It was many years ago, but we were a local bunch of lads, and they’d only charged us with 0.5% of what we had done, so the sentences were pretty short, so old Cess (long dead now) decided we could be let out of our cells to do the outside grounds work party, cushy number.

Christmas was coming over the horizon and we were all getting out before then, so Cess had us out front planting Daffodil bulbs for the spring… time passed, got out, forgot all about it, until one day early spring the next year, walking down the street, and who is coming the other way but old Cess, I grinned at him because he was basically a good bloke, and he walks up to me and says “CUNTS”… with a wry grin himself.

Took me a minute for my brain to catch up, well, you give a bunch of cons a load of daffodil bulbs and tell them to plant them on the sloping lawn out front of the prison, what do you expect us to do, plant them randomly or plant them in the shapes of letters…

Reminded every year of that when the daffs come out… which, because of the fucked up way my brain works, got me to thinking of PUA’s

The thing that, as far as I know, none of them deal with, is the nature a wimminz, as the saying goes, a key that opens any lock is a master key, a lock that will open for most keys is a door.

You sit there thinking if only Julie was the great pizza she could be, without the turd on top that she keeps laying fresh every day, then thinking how this imaginary Julie would be great to be with, meanwhile, all there is is the real Julie, who is a worthless skank.

PUA promoters sell themselves as guys who can train beta boys who are crap at dating and picking up wimminz to be leet sex fiends like the self appointed PUA promoter.

But, like the planting the daffodils, they all omit one vital fact.

The wimminz, and the thing is, the wimminz are absolute fucking crap at the whole dating game, you think *you* were crap beta boy, trust me, you had elite skills that the wimminz could only dream of.

They really cannot discriminate between the asshole, the pump and dump merchant, and the decent guy who they really should be paying attention to…. so they follow the TV model and the most intrusive and annoying and in your face advert is the one that gets remembered.

Which is why the PUA promoters all seem to be intrusive and annoying and in your face I guess, but it means that they too are missing the vital point about the wimminz, which is that they are crap at the whole dating game.

Suddenly you turn from a key that will open any door into a lock that will open for most keys, you’re doing the same thing mentioned above with Julie, not seeing the real Julie, but this time you’re looking in the fucking mirror.

You are not in the driving seat, you are not in control, you are not manipulating events rather than being manipulated by them.

We were doing easy time in an easy (compared to some) jail and old Cess was an easy guy to have in charge of you, but, we weren’t free, so we would take any, and every, opportunity we could get to stick it to the man, without drawing down shit on ourselves.

Even delayed time bomb shit like spelling CUNTS with the daffs was worth doing…. I heard from someone a couple of years later who went to the same place and also became one of old Cess’s trusty’s, that they could do all the gardening chores, but were no longer allowed anywhere near the planting of bulbs… I guess both Cess and the Governor learned their lesson there, which is more than can be said for the fucking PUA promoters.

Wimminz don’t wanna be single and on dating sites and shit, that is their prison, sentenced to life in their own company, with mebbe cats and womb turds, and boy let me tell you they are CRAP at the dating game, so the very first thing you need to keep in your mind at all times is this, they will take any and every opportunity to stick it to you.

March 2, 2014

Ukraine-238

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:35 pm

I’ll be the first to admit that aside from banging a couple of uke skanks, I essentially know sweet fuck all about the country / culture / history, I know for a fact that I do not know enough to hold a worthwhile opinion.

Nevertheless, I apparently know a shit load more than just about everyone in the west, in the MSM, and in politics.

“Ukraine” is as much “*a* country” as the old USSR was *a* country.

Just as there are geological tectonic zones, so there are cultural, racial, religious, historical and national ones. For the rest of this piece, when I say tectonic, it is these latter ones I refer to.

Ukraine sits on top of a particularly active human tectonic zone, to the west is the european zone, which is itself fractured into, at the very least, slavic in the north, romanian / bulgarian in the middle and greek / turk in the south, and to the east is fractured into russ and arab/kazakh, and as if that wasn’t enough, to the south there is the crimea.

It’s a bit like declaring Yellowstone as a national park, and claiming that it is thus preserved somehow, and safe and natural and immune from change, all the while studiously ignoring the super caldera that sits just below the surface.

The other problem is geographical, if you are playing sim city 2014 and want to build any kind of infrastructure going east to west in the northern hemisphere, you’re going to go through Ukraine.

You can argue all you want about who *should* be there, all that matters is who is there now, but one thing those who are “there” now, but never used to be, eg most Ukranians, USAians, Oztralians, Kiwis, etc etc etc etc never actually understand is the mindset of those who have been “there” for centuries.

Hang with *those* indigenous peoples, and they all have the same thing, sooner or later they will start talking about that “bloody foreigner”, who has lived in the village for 40 years, and who was born 20 years before that, 3 miles away…  that’s enough to make you a bloody foreigner.

Add political and economic motives to start drawing lines in the ground and you get your tectonic zone activity bubbling up ready for “the big one”

My Romanian advert has not had a single reply, not a sniff, nothing, because it doesn’t matter of you have been there 40 years, or 400, it is home, and you aren’t going to abandon it until there is not enough food or shelter to go around, and dying in the next week or two becomes a real possibility, and you won’t be trawling dating sites looking for a way out when that happens.

But the flipside of the 40/400 years is this, the people you are busy calling foreigners don’t always come from that far away, and if you go there, you are the foreigner, or you’re neither, like my mate who used to claim he had dual nationality, both a Yorkshireman (his dad) and a Lancashireman (his mum) so if you pick a fight, you find lots of people quite close by who identify enough with one party or another to join in.

This if course was always the problem with starting a war in the Crimea, or Northern Europe, it spread.

The accuracy and quality of reporting on the current situation in that region is frankly on a par with past reporting on the lead up to WW1 and WW2 and several other major conflicts, all the important tectonic issues are simply glossed over and ignored, and all we see is people bleeding through bandages and burning flags and grim faces.

In Latitude terms, Ukraine has Kiev in the north, which is slightly further south than London, and Sevastopol in the south, which is slightly further north than Marsailles, and while Berlin to Paris is 600 miles as the army marches, Ukraine to Austria is only 500.

The Romans could march that in 12 days.

If you look at the Roman territories 2,000 years ago, they went further east than Ukraine, but stayed just below it, along that tectonic line I mentioned, and above that, well, it was fucking barbarian tribes innit. eg already FUBAR by the Mongol hordes….

Go back another 2,300 years before the Romans to Sargon of akkad, arguably the first great empire the world ever saw, same tectonic border.

Byzantines, same tectonic shit.

The horizontal line dividing north and south tectonic regions has been pretty stable for the past 5,000 years, eg all of recorded human history.

The vertical line dividing east and west tectonic regions is a fucking moving target of a fracture zone, and has been for the past 5,000 years, eg all of recorded human history.

Do I think I can predict WW3 starting, fuck no, I got no more idea than anyone else, I just know it is a fucking tinderbox, and has been throughout human history.

I wouldn’t go fracking in Yellowstone either…lol

It’s fucking 1,700 miles away, and there is the small matter of the English/French Channel, that’s close enough for me.

Go on, look at a world map, then start colouring in trouble spots, say 1990 onwards, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Syria, Turkey, Azerbaijan, tell me ain’t tectonic.

March 1, 2014

All my life’s a circle.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 11:15 am

To my mind, The Register lost the plot about 12 years ago, it went from a tech blog / news stand site to a commercial enterprise, that of course employed wimminz… people like Guy (Kewney, not Goma, lol, inside joke there) was a pretty good guy, knew his stuff, but it didn’t take long for his daughter to get a seat at the table, and I can’t say the same about her output.

So, resident smartarse A Dabbs pens this

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2014/02/28/something_for_the_weekend_facebook_whatsapp_and_dotcom_fatcats/

So you’re a tech journo, and you don’t know anyone who uses WhatsApp, nor can you even be bothered to go and find out what it is before you wrote the article.

Much like the MSM, who rant on about Zuckerberg / Fuckbook paying 19 billion for whatsapp, ah well, at 45 bucks per user that gets them phone numbers and such so maybe not such a bad deal.

Speaking personally, I have used whatsapp for years, simply because you could send attachments such as pictures and video for free, unlike MMS, yes, whatsapp is popular for dating / swinging, so is kik.

The other thing whatsapp did out of the tin was multiple messaging / group messaging, not something I used personally, but I know people who did.

So, what are Dabbs and the MSM missing, what does that big sack of stupid Zuckerberg know that makes Whatsapp worth 19 billion.

Take a look at Microsoft Lync, which came out in force last year (2013), and Whatsapp, and compare the two.

One notable difference is Fuckbook could not buy Lync, it wasn’t for sale, it was also mainly targeted at corporates, who wouldn’t be too keen on integrating Fuckbook into day to day operations, oh, if only there was a CONSUMER version of Lync…. hello Whatsapp, wanna suck my lollipop?

I’ve been sitting here for a week now, waiting for someone, anyone, to make the connection between Lync and Whatsapp, they just did, in a nerdy tech blog you probably never heard of, but still no mention anywhere else, not even mainstream tech media, so what the fuck.

Lync / Whatsapp is the killer app that makes things like Google Glass work, in the same way that optical media (Red Book) and optical fibre are the killer app that made lasers work.

Think Alien2 where the guy in the command module is directing the movements of the troops, which are monitored through helmet cams…

The physical object, and the guy with the expertise in that physical object, no longer have to be in touching distance of each other.

Drones.

Got a UXB you need defused? send in the drone, wanna clean up Fukushima, send in the drone, wanna bring Telefon to the 21st century, send in the drone, wanna undercut the other plumbers, send in the drone.

Dabbsy and other scribblers, fuck drones, send in some monkeys, they are as relevant.

February 28, 2014

Walled gardens and secret grottos

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 12:33 pm

Albeit that it is already several years past the point where I said that any sane person would have to act NOW, it seems that several sacred cows are being lined up in my region for very public sacrifice on the altar.

Street lighting, children’s homes, wimminz refuges, are all for the chop.

To be sure, none of these are going entirely, it’s more a case of Heinz only offering 51 varieties, not 57, but still, some troughs are closing, and those who had their noses firmly stuck in them are screaming blue murder, and those with their noses in similar troughs are forming the backing group.

It’s interesting, why were these particular sacred cows chosen?

Were they chosen because they would generate such outrage that the whole idea could be shelved? See, nobody wanted us to cut corners.

Or, were they chosen because once you have gotten them through, you can get anything through?

It’s interesting also because enough people have enough other problems, that not many have much to spare for these problems, no matter how much media focus they get.

It’s interesting because, in the case of the wimminz shelter, which of course grabbed 99.999% of the media coverage, the media gave air time to the council’s response, which was basically “look, it’s 2014, between the courts and the police and shit, it’s the guy who gets kicked out of the home, the wimminz don’t need to run away to a refuge…“

Which is of course true, almost the exact words I uttered 60 seconds earlier when the segment started.

It all gets very interesting when you look at the actual numbers, an annual budget of £14 million, of which £9 million comes from central guvvmint, and £5 million from local taxation and revenues, and the wimminz shelter that is getting all the attention, it represents 1.4% of that.

If you earn £250 a week takehome, 1.4% of that is £3.50, a pint of beer.

So as budgetary cuts go, there are not of the order of turning all the heating off and wearing a pullover / scarf / wooly hat indoors, these are of the order of giving up your daily latte takeaway on the way to work.

So why choose such a high profile subject, why not give up the takeaway latte, not what they have done, give up the kids daily fruit ration.

From the inside, I’m guessing all the options look equally bad, but the fact is the cuts have to be made, and essentially these cuts do NOT lay off anyone directly employed by the council, they aren’t STAFF.

The Palace is laying off all the court groupies, but nobody who actually works within the Palace itself.

1.4% here, 1.4% there, 1.4% over there, before you know it, you’ve cut the budget by 7%, which is not inconsiderable, and you have managed to outsource all that pain, no Palace staff cuts.

Sure, lots of people are complaining, but they are all outside the Palace walls.

Nobody *inside* the palace is presiding over a smaller number of staff.

This is the *other* side of the externalisation boomerang, when the thing starts to come back at ya… you lived by the sword, living to excess from the taxes taken from others, now it is time to die by the sword, and pare chunks off your own body as the revenues dry up.

 

And of course it is this very aversion that means that those with the power to make the cuts, will cut off all external limbs before even considering losing some fat themselves.

 

And notably, all those being cut, the strongest argument they can come up with is always the same, yes, we cost money, but without us the costs are far higher….  one wimminz murdered at home by an evil abusive man costs the state as much as it costs to provide places for ten wimminz for a year…

To which my reply is that clearly the “investigation” into the above murder was also a vast waste of resources….  there are few things that are more open and shut than a domestic that ends in death…evidence wise…. quite apart from the fact that 95% of the time the first thing the survivor does is admit to the killing.

Physician, Heal thyself!

 

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