December 8, 2013
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December 7, 2013
The Necromoronicon
As Peter Cook said, jokingly, wtf made anyone think whales were intelligent, when was the last time a whale produced a top 10 song.
It got me thinking, or what passes for thinking, about that which must never be mentioned by name… *s*n*t… and in particular alt.binaries.e-books
So, just for shits and giggles, I set newsleecher to download everything from the “dailies” for the last few days, which queued up a total of just over 2,000 e-books.
Once downloaded and imported into Calibre, it was time to clean up the dupes, a few of these were mirror dupes, mainly they were the same book in different formats, anyway, when done, 1,331 unique titles left.
Now go through and select every title with a wimminz author, calibre pops up the book cover so even if the title doesn’t give the content away the cover does, click remove from library.
Down to 358 books
Go through them and see from the cover which ones are clearly written by wimminz using androgynous nom’s de plume, or men’s names, delete
161 books left
delete all the warhammer and star trek crap
122 books left
Nota Bene, these are just BROAD filters, exclusion filters, excluding only wimminz authors, and 100% of their output in fantasy sex shit, utterly opposite from an inclusion filter, such as sci-fi only, ignore everything else.
In this 122 books there is a fairly broad range, tom clancy, feynmann, a little sci fi, a couple of westerns, a couple of crime/detective ones.
But the point is from my random sample of some 2,200+ titles, we are down to 122, which represents about one half of one per cent.
eg 99.5% is chick lit crap.
Now, I’m a reader, not a writer, but let’s take DMJ’s book.
I have not read his book. No particular reason, it falls into the cluster of things I do read, so why haven’t, why, so far, has Broken Roads been that one thing NO retailer can track, the sale that was not made, the lost sale? At least as far as me as a unique potential customer goes.
Number one is I dislike the price disparity, 11 bucks for a hardcopy paperback that is printed and bound and packed and shipped and lands at my door, but 7 bucks for an electronic version that DMJ could have produced himself with Calibre, and yes I understand the vast marketing reach of amazon and resellers margins, but really? 7 fucking bucks for something that has a unit cost of maybe 0.5 cents to process and deliver electronically?
Is DMJ getting the lion’s share of this 7 bucks? I doubt it.
Is the 7/11 bucks ebook/hardcopy price break indicative, eg it costs 0.5 cents to produce and distribute an ebook, and 4 bucks to produce and distribute a paperback? I doubt it.
Number two, again, speaking personally, I got no use for poxy proprietary file formats, nowt wrong with epub, Amazon can kiss my ass with their kindle lock-in, I will either read a ebook with Calibre on my main PC or Moon reader on my Samsung Note 10.1.
Number three, I have nothing against paying for shit that I consume, you can tell from the above that I know how to get pirate copies of anything I want, and yet my PC and Android devices are littered with software and apps and data that I have paid for.
The stuff I have NOT paid for is simply because either;
- the pirated shit simply worked better than the paid for shit
- the shit itself is worth max maybe 1% of what the seller is demanding
- I already paid for that shit five times over (eg music) and to this day you don’t offer that shit to me in a format I want to use
- I just wanted to look and play, not keep and use, but you don’t offer a working demo
- while I am happy to pay for the shit itself, your insistence that you will bundle it with a bunch of shit I do not want and not give me any option about installing it without that other shit made it a no sale
- I’m not prepared to buy your other proprietary device or service (kindle / xbox / ps4) just so I can use this shit.
But I cannot enter into any form of negotiations with you that I could if I was dealing with you face to face over a shop counter, not because electronic trading forbids such things, but because you simply are not interested in selling anything to anyone who does not want it your way, up the ass.
Number four, market dilution, see the above where >99.5% of literary output is wimminz writing shit that frankly, if I tore the pages out and wiped my ass with them, I’d have more shit on my ass than when I started… the ONLY way I know of DMJ’s book is because *******I******* fucking found him and it in my browsing and clicking, so tell me, why should I give one red fucking cent to your marketing machine Amazon? Why should DMJ, for such a putative sale?
In fact, it is the likes of Amazon and the other publishers who diluted the fucking market in the first fucking place…. I should be able to walk into a high street bookshop and ask where the science fiction section is, and when I get there I should be able to find the hard science fiction section…. good luck with that.
If I have to trip over piles of 50 shades on the way in the shop I am not fucking going in.
I don’t mind paying DMJ to read his shit, to me it is the same as buying some beers for the guy jamming down the pub or telling a story over a fire.
I don’t see why I should have to pay Amazon for something they have not done, marketing, as far as my individual potential purchase is concerned.
That is like being in the pub anyway because you were wandering down the street and fancied a pint and spotted a likely looking watering hole, so you walk in and there is this guy jamming with a guitar, and you go up to the barman to get a drink and maybe listen to the guitar guy to see if he is any good, and some cunt in a bow tie walks up and gets in your face and demands a 5 buck entry fee before I can hear any notes guitar guy plays, hey, bow tie cunt says, I’m his fucking agent, I promote his act, fucking pay me.
end of numbers
This ain’t about DMJ or his book, this is about media, distribution, business models, etc etc etc.
When the unit cost of publishing a single book from a single author is measured in cents, or fractions of a cent, and you seek to make money by making trillions of such micro transactions, that what fucks shit up.
It was EXACTLY the same in the early days of the internet, it used to take money and effort to get online, and sure you didn’t like everything you found, but you didn’t find crap because nobody had the resources to upload crap… even when it started to take off as enough of a mainstream thing that there was now a world wide web and a web browser, and therefore potential viewers, you spent a ***LOT*** of fucking time ensuring that NO page on the website was over 50 kilobytes, and the front page better be less than 25 kilobytes, and this was for EVERYTHING, including graphics, check everything for load times over a 9.6 or 11k modem connection, and load processes, ALL the text better load first, while the gfx downloaded line by line as the images appeared like a slowly lowered blind.
The came Assholes On Line and (in the UK) Freeserve, no more cost per minute for the modem connection, and just like the chick lit, it turned to crap, world + dog had websites, contents of my desk drawer in puke technicolor and BLINK and all 230 web safe colours.
It just devalued and buried everything else.
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we live in a world where you decide to buy a coffee, si you go to starbucks / costa / wtf and who cares it all tastes like shit and the fucking cardboard cup is literally a greater cost to the shop than the coffee / milk / electric to make it.
you know how much the cost is of the chicken in a mcfuckits? 6p per portion, that’s about 10c american, eg it is the cheapest ingredient
you know what the so-called managers in high street retail food chain shops (I mean restaurants here, not walmart) spend most of their time doing? juggling staff and rotas to achieve the industry target of making wages never exceed 40% of the TOTAL costs of that particular outlet.
all of the above are factual by the way, so, back to tracking the sale that was not made for DMJ’s book, in my particular individual case, I’ll buy that fucker when TRUE values are represented, eg Amazon treats it like a loss leader, and go “Hey DMJ, we just sold another copy of your book to some guy called AfOR, here is the 5 bucks he gave us, and here is 6 bucks from us, making a total of 11 bucks for you.”
Maybe then I won’t have to download 1,000 books to find 50 that I might possibly read, it’ll be like publishing used to be, you know, in the bad old days when you walked into a bookshop and found it full of Petersen how to books and the latest Larry Niven and Clarke and Dictionaries and Thesaurus and maybe even a Gazetteer or two.
Music is already there, so is video, only video I watch now is fly on the wall shit.
Turn your speakers up. And the sub-bass… To 11
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December 6, 2013
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
Pinky just got kicked to the kerb, 
I was supposed to be going there to bone it tonight, but despite the lack of a hamster wheel there was no lack of the usual wimminz fare of say one thing, do another, and frankly my life is too short, no matter how good and kinky the sex was, so kerb time it is.
So… sitting here having just discussed it with a couple of the lads down the pub. Nothing of value was lost, because there was nothing of value there anyway, if there was, she would not have said one thing and done another… QED
So… further to a comment one of them made, it’s all about the feelings, and channelling Derek & Clive, you got to have fucking intuition mate, and channelling AfOR (because you almost certainly DO have fucking intuition mate), you got to fucking listen to it.
I had *that* feeling last night, that hard to describe feeling, that combination of being kept in the dark and fed on shit, and knowing something ain’t right, and wondering why you’re the last one at the party to get the joke.
Ask me to explain it, or justify it, or back it up… and I can’t, I can’t give you anything except I had that feeling, and knew it was significant, and recollected other times I had had that feeling.
It’s not a feeling that just applies to your dealings with wimminz…
This guy
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2518874/Father-receives-photo-XBox-One-duped-Ebay.html
He had that feeling, in his own words.. “It came in a brown envelope. When the postman gave it to me I kept asking him if he was sure this package was for me and he kept saying it was.” he KNEW…
Like I said, justification, explanation, supporting evidence, I can’t give you any of that shit when I get that feeling, all I can tell you is I have that feeling, and that feeling has ALWAYS BEEN FUCKING RIGHT.
A guy asks you “do you think my wife is cheating on me?“.. he already knows the fucking answer, he has that feeling.
Thing is, Pinky that just got kicked to the kerb, she could no more adequately explain her actions and choices than I could explain the feeling, I do not mean I will never know what went on in her head, I mean even if I had a nanosecond by nanosecond replay of whatever did go on in her head, I would be none the wiser… observing the process in her head is as much use as observing the feeling in me.
None.
Every guy I have ever met who gets that feeling starts playing what if scenarios in their heads, looking for an answer or explanation or enlightenment, they will never get it, that urge to look for answers is the “dark side” of that feeling.
If I had listened to the dark side I’d have gone to her place as planned, and maybe been greeted by plod, maybe been greeted by darkness and locked doors, maybe been greeted by who knows what, the dark side of that feeling wants knowledge, explanations, answers, understanding.
With experience, you get like me..
As DMJ says in a current piece, I get that feeling, I go snake eyes, people do what they wanna do, if da bitch wanted me to know where I stood or what the fuck was going on, nothing would have stopped her from making sure I knew… NOTHING…
The very fact that I did not know is the feeling, is the reality, do not be attracted by the dark side Luke, come over here to the light side, go snake eyes with me, turn that car around, drive home, edit your contacts on the phone to move the skank from “current” to “skanks” + “blocked“, turn your back, walk away, she is literally dead to me.
There is no animosity, there is no hate, there is no desire, there is no wanting to know, there is nothing, there is only memory, fun while it lasted.
Past tense.
Move on, chilled, take the opportunity to do something you want, play Skyrim, go down the pub for a pint, walk the dog, anything, as long as you are snake eyes.
Snake eyes, stopped me going to her door, stopped a possible altercation, stopped possible po-lice involvement, stopped me continuing to feel that (unpleasant) feeling, stopped me giving a fuck, stopped me seeing her as anything except past tense.
No good EVER comes from ignoring snake eyes and going to the dark side and embracing that feeling, none, ever, not ever.
DMJ’s article was spot on, snake eyes != (is NOT equal to) Mr Nice Guy
Mr Nice Guy gets fucked over and loses, every time, BECAUSE he is trying to be Mr Nice Guy.
As I discussed elsewhere here, when I was arrested for my alleged FRA from the psycho skank ho ex, the initial reaction was to convince the po-lice that I could not have raped the bitch because I am a nice guy and rape is alien to me, the fact that I didn’t rape the bitch is irrelevant, I wanted the po-lice to SEE that I didn’t, and the only way to prove a negative is to try to make the other guy like you, and to do that you WILL lie…. you will, for example, deny any sex happened, and the DNA will prove you lied about that, and at that point you’re left with admitting you lied about the sex, but maintain you never raped anyone… good fucking luck with that.
Despite the fact that the FACTS are that early this week Pinky wants to spend the rest of her life with me, *some* fucking thing happened while I was 200 miles away, I dunno what and I never will, all I know is I had that feeling and next thing I know I am being blanked.
*IF* I had been dumb-ass Mr nice Guy enough to turn up at her door, and *IF* plod were there, there is no possible thing that I can say to them that will do me any good whatsoever.
Snake eyes, now the FACTS (verifiable by GPS and extensive digital records of texts etc etc etc) are that early this week I was there and everything was perfect, and I ain’t been within 50 miles of there since, and when whatever it was happened in the last 24 hours happened, I still did not go there, and I will never go there again, or attempt to contact her again.
Bottom line, I may well get “that feeling” again, but it won’t be Pinky behind it.
The last ship on that route already sailed.
If I get that feeling again, even if I get it 1,000 times, it will be 1,000 different causes / people, and in 1,000 cases snake eyes will kick in, and in 1,000 cases within 24 hours it will be ancient history… that is a scab I will ***NEVER*** pick at again as long as I live, I just discard it like a lizard losing its tail…. or a turd I send off to the coast with a flush.
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Pinky2
Having had a lot or correspondence from guys worried that the pink and the brain thing was a sign of me getting cuntstruck, and thus focusing on some absence of negative aspects of a particular wimminz, and transmogrifying that into thinking there are many positive blue pill aspects to her.
Fear fucking not.
Was never on the cards, but in any event in my experience the moment you say something non-negative about a wimminz, you just made yourself a hostage to fortune and have between 24 and 72 hours before that one comes around and bits you on the ass.
As it was in this case, still no hamster wheel, but that didn’t negate the ability to pull another typical wimminz stunt and act one way while saying another.
I have the attitude nowadays that wimminz be 50 dollar cars, ride em till they crap out on you… sometimes you get one that seems like a real good buy and just keeps on driving, sometimes you comment about that, hey, this one is a diamond in the rough, doesn’t mean you think it is a new car with a no questions asked unlimited mileage parts and labour and loaner warranty.
I ride the tiger as and when I can, while the going is good.
Doesn’t mean I think kitty just got domesticated and would make a good house pet.
Just because I see theoretical potential in some skank, doesn’t mean I buy into it or have forgotten that if wishes were horses nobody would walk.
Yeah, I’d fucking *love* it if it were not so, but it is, and one thing I do know is that there is sweet fuck all that I personally can do to change it.
Just sayin’…
December 5, 2013
Pinky + the Brain and AWALT
I have thought long and hard about this, because I have a unwritten rule that I don’t write anything uniquely identifiable about myself or others… also… I don’t write anything about those who don’t deserve it.
However.
If this friend reads this, forgive me, nobody else (but me) will know who you are, and I am not talking about you as a person, rather using you as an example of something greater.
I have a friend, they were in a car crash, suffered a head injury, and permanent brain damage. When I say brain damage I am not talking about drooling all day and having to wear adult nappies, I am talking about the brain no longer working as it used to, so think “stroke victim” rather than lobotomy patient.
This friend is female, and yes it is a relationshit friendship not a platonic social friendship, eg we fuck… and no, I’m not fucking a ‘tard, any more than a guy who is blind or lost a limb is somehow unable to consent as well and as fully as the able bodied brother he has.
AWALT, but, without invoking crap like “there is an exception to every rule” and such, what I do find is that the behaviours and responses I have come to know and learn and accept when dealing with wimminz, AWALT, frequently fail to manifest in this person, and interestingly, they fail to manifest coincidentally with manifestations of the brain injury.
The result is that I can have *proper* discussions with this person, I don’t have to watch what I say or how I say it, not that I do anyway, but the lack of the typical wimminz responses means that the conversation does not die then and there, communication continues.
Now, I’m not a stranger to people with TBI, but, in the past it has always been other guys, guys who fell off motorcycles, guys who stopped lead, guys who had accidents at work, but, not being a fag, there was a whole area, namely sex, that I never ventured in to… and in any event, guys ain’t wimminz…
This person is the first wimminz I have known with TBI, and of course there is a *vast* variety in outcomes and symptoms from TBI, so even if I met 999 others they would probably all be different, but, that doesn’t detract from the validity of this particular individual as an observation.
Thing is, I *very* strongly suspect that prior to her TBI, this is not a person I would have wasted any time on, classic strong empowered independent single mom stuff, but one of the classic symptoms of a TBI is trouble with memory, concentration, attention, or thinking, ain’t that they can’t do these things, is that doing these things is *hard* work and requires all their attention.
Result, someone who finds *all* thinking hard and exhausting work, and literally not enough thinking hours in the day to spend any of those mental CPU cycles on spinning up the hamster wheel… result, someone who despite being female, is generally pleasant to be around, and who doesn’t expect me to modify *my* behaviour in *any* way whatsoever, on the contrary, she knows she is brain damaged, and therefore VALUES my behaviour as a reference point, something to cherish, not something to alter.
To give an example, after fucking a regular AWALT wimminz, I may, sometimes, if the mood and the devil takes me, wipe my cock on her curtains, just to see that look on her face…. you know where I am coming from when I say this, I can hear you laughing.
So, I used the word “person” and not the word “wimminz” because it is so *unusual* to get a frown and a small smile and a verbal comment that isn’t really a complaint, it wasn’t taken as one of the male patriarchy disrespecting the pwincesses’ chamber and furnishings, it was taken as a guy being a guy, albeit a not very nice one, and the lack of “seeking conflict” that we would expect from AWALT wimminz (because conflict is also very hard work for her brain) has the result that I now wipe my cock on the duvet, which gets washed anyway, not the curtains, which probably don’t get washed more than 2 or 3 times a year normally.
Now, I don’t want you to get distracted with thoughts that within weeks you are going to see my proclaiming undying love and impending nuptials on this blog, and then she becomes editor in chief.
I’m just trying to highlight the fact that despite apparently being “brain damaged”, it is this very damage which has chronically limited her capacity to spin up the hamster wheel, and the end result is, for me, a somewhat unsettling deviation from the AWALT carrier that we are all used to.
Instead of, as I am used to, being told that she “can match me” or “is as good as me” or “I like a woman with spirit” etc, none of which are even remotely true, I’m presented with with someone who I only had to tell, once, when we first met and fucked, that (if I spend a night in bed with you) I like being woken up every day with a blow-job.
We *did* have a discussion about blow-jobs recently, because she has two styles, one which is intended to make the guy shoot his load, and one which is spending an hour or more just using her mouth and tongue to give sensual pleasure, and during this discussion, in which she indicated that if there were any preferences I had or improvements she could make I should tell her, she stated that she was hoping to maybe figure somewhere in the top 3 blow-job-ettes I had personally known, I went silent thinking about this, she didn’t do anything I expected, just said it’s obvious I’m not that good yet, I have to practice more.
WTF… why can’t all wimminz be like this…
I really, really, really want to stress the point that I don’t want y’all to be sidetracked by thoughts of AfOR walking some skank ho wimminz up the aisle while proclaiming eternal love and here is my wallet and here are my balls, or any of the other predictable shit.
The point is that in this particular case, this particular brain injury, the results have produced something that is by far the mildest case of an AWALT wimminz that I personally have encountered, by far the most *complementary* female I have encountered.
Is she perfect? FUCK NO!!!! She isn’t even good. She doesn’t have anything to offer, even she knows this and will say it.
She has the full compliment of AWALT skank ho check boxes ticked.
The point is, one tiny change, one tiny injury that makes thinking hard work, that makes no brain power left to run the hamster wheel, far from damaging or ruining this creature, it has made her more of a woman than any of her contemporaries, it has made her genuinely pleasant to hang out with, it has made her positive traits more pronounced while neutering the poison in her more negative traits, far from being a disability or an injury, it was a fine swiss finishing school, making the most of what actually was there, even if you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.
Until meeting this person, I personally never realised just how huge a part the hamster wheel played in *all* aspects of wimminz’ make up, I thought it was just itself a product of some entitled bitches personality and attitude, take away the hamster wheel and she will still be an unpleasant poisonous bitch, that was how my thinking went.
But no, take away the hamster wheel, and she becomes much more like one of the guys, sure, he has flaws and issues, but mainly he never puts a nanosecond of effort into making his flaws and issues your problem, so you can hang out with the guy and have a good time, call each other ass-holes, mean it, laugh, hang out some more.
I think I am experiencing fag-world, without actually being a fag, I can hang out with something born with a cunt and tits, and fuck it, but without the hamster wheel, so it is as chilled as hanging out with the guys.
It all begs an interesting question, has modern technological civilisation freed up so much previously used female intellectual capacity, that said newly freed capacity, in true devil finds work for idle hands form, was used to spin up the hamster wheel and turn AWALT wimminz into pointless hateful worthless skank ho’s?
If so, if all male newborns are circumcised, then all female newborns should be lobotomised, they’d still prolly grow up to be skank ho’s, but maybe not so psycho, no hamster wheel… yeah yeah, tongue in cheek…
It does however raise an interesting question, and I am fully aware that I put myself firmly in Klaus Barbie territory by voicing it, that it *might* theoretically be possible to replicate, perhaps chemically, this person’s TBI, and see if it had the same effect in other wimminz, does making thinking *hard* work kill the hamster in the wheel?
If it does, then the dumbing down of society and idiocracy may not be such a bad thing, as far as peaceful intersexual relationships are concerned…. with the caveat that “dumb” wimminz still have enough mental ability to run a hamster wheel at a squillion RPM, the secret is making thinking hard work.
Dumb wimminz don’t need to think to survive.
We can thank big daddy guvvmint and the welfare state for that.
I suspect “zero” rights and benefits and protections would serve the equivalent of making thinking hard, you’d have to think constantly, which would be hard.
Because it’s seasonal…
November 29, 2013
Ass-I-mov
First, go read this. Psychopathy
Then, go read this. 3 laws
Inevitably, the connotations of the word psychopath are negative, in much the same way as the word paedophile has negative connotations.
There are no “neutral” or “victim” connotations, such as you might get with the word autistic, and no positive connotations whatsoever.
By any useful definition of the word psychopath, lacking empathy, every robot ever built in Asimov’s worlds, and derivatives, would be psychopathic, as they lack empathy.
R Daneel was not human, and his apparent caring for humanity was just a figment of programming, he had no empathy.
Frankly speaking, we are no closer to being able to fabricate a positronic brain now than we were in the 50’s, but we are still as capable as we ever were of creating meat brains, we just cannot program them with the three laws at conception.
A positronic brain without three laws was postulated in at least one story, so this is in many ways analogous to the meat brain, so our definitions of empathy and psychopathy cannot rest upon a foundation of differentiating between a positronic brain and a meat brain, 4 legs good, 2 legs bad.
A corporation, or a government, may not be positronic, and may well be based upon a hive of meat based brains, but, by any useful definition of the word, these are psychopathic entities, and entities they are, for they all exist as legal persons and individuals, except when it comes to many areas of law that apply to actual individuals, you can’t put Apple in prison.
I have a friend who is studying psychology at the moment, and she has not yet reached the point where she realises that sooner or later you come across a point where you encounter circular logic, and you then face the stark choice of either accepting this, or rejecting the entire field as being logically flawed and bogus.
DMJ has a piece where he quite correctly points out that rickets is rickets is rickets, you can go to any country or location or culture on the planet, and the diagnosis, presence and treatment for rickets is the same… we in the western world are wealthy enough to avoid malnutrition, but if you impose malnutrition on one of us we will exhibit identical symptoms to some ethnic in bum fuck nowhere in the middle of the Kalahari… but so called psychological diseases like eating disorders do not exhibit universally, ergo they are not universal, ergo they are not diseases or illnesses, just precious stupid people being pandered to.
Yes, my friend faces a conundrum, to pass this course, she must not question the validity of the course material, it is rather like getting a physics degree and the only subject you are allowed to discuss is why the Free Energy Machine actually works, you aren’t allowed to do any empirical testing.
My physics teacher taught me an important lesson, in lab experiments where we would try to replicate basic physical principles, he prided himself on the fact that of the 30 pairs of bench voltmeters and ammeters handed out for experiments, only 25 of them were reliably accurate… the lesson was not to replicate the work of Ohm, the lesson was to be honest and report what you actually found, and THEN maybe try to diagnose why your results and Fred’s results were different.
Failing utterly to replicate, for example, Ohm’s, did not either mean a fail, or that you disproved Ohm, the purpose of the lesson was NOT to replicate, the purpose was not even to attempt to replicate, as in goal seeking, the purpose was to duplicate, if we could, and observe and report.
This is a principle that is not merely absent in my friend’s psych course, it is in fact the one guaranteed way to fail the course utterly.
Obtaining a degree is psychology or psychiatry is therefore more akin to passing the seminary exams and becoming ordained as a priest than to passing the 17th edition electrical exams and becoming a practising sparky…
The consensus required to get a passing mark is not the significant point, the ability to give the “right” answers to all the questions is not the significant point, the significant point is that *NOBODY* will fail the sparky course for asking the instructor how to go about verifying Ohm’s law in their own private study time…. *EVERYONE* will fail at the seminary for asking if Jesus actually exists, or at the psych course for asking if psychology has any actual validity without resorting to circular logic.
The *closest* any psychologist I know personally ever came to answering the question above about the three laws and psychopathy was someone who admitted that in fact the very definition of psychopathy was based upon the soul and empathy, a *hugely* ego- and anthro-pocentric viewpoint… my dog clearly has feeling and emotions but since it has no soul it cannot be a psychopath, or otherwise, you just cannot apply the test, 4 legs bad, 2 legs good…. “so, how does that make you feel as regards to the validity of your chosen field of psychology / psychiatry in comparison to, for example, a Zen or Buddhist approach to life and character and soul?” and they don’t really want to talk to you any more…
It’s a bit like being stood in a secret family court being falsely accused by your psycho skank ho ex of domestic violence / sexual abuse / wanting to bugger the (under age) goldfish, you got no way forward unless you first admit that you are guilty of all this shit and need help, and those feelings of disgust, well, they are really feelings of shame, because you have these tendencies and you know it, even if you don’t know it, we do, because we are experts… now, repeat after me…
Shades of the Ian Watkins (Lostprophets) story….. guy might have well as been as “psychopathic” as you like, but, he was also as dumb as a bunch of fucking rocks, as indeed was ever other GENUINE sexual offender I have ever come across, and indeed 99% of all criminals, and yet, we are CONSTANTLY told that all paedophiles are FEARSOMELY intelligent people.
Really, like Ian Watkins, who having plead guilty is a paedo, therefore he MUST be included in the category of “all paedos”, but the guy’s actions, as dumb as a fucking box of rocks… sends text/email to groupy, hey baby, when we meet next let’s fuck your 6 month baby old up the ass, we’ll do it in a hotel room, and I’ll video the crime, and make sure I get all my unique identifying marks and tat’s CLEARLY in focus for the camera.
Yeah, way to fucking go Einstein, I use more intellect than than when pushing my luck and doing 30 in a 20 zone.
And *who* tells us that these ass-holes are sooooo smart, and the likes of thee and me can’t even understand our own motives, much less the motives of these fearsomely intelligent psychopaths… well. that would be psychologists and psychiatrists of course.
It’s not like they could be lying to us, because that would mean they had no soul or empathy for us, which would make them……. hang on, my brain hurts, I’ll just stop thinking and do as I am told and assume that ***I*** am not smart enough to work this shit out, so I will just shut the fuck up and listen to and obey and trust these self appointed experts.
November 28, 2013
November 26, 2013
A tale of two shitties.
I have a friend.
For her sins, she decided to give a home to a girl who was not a relative, time passes, the girl leaves, time passes, the girl returns to the same town, and it basically a complete, using, nasty, worthless cunt.
My friend is ***slowly*** accepting the truth, the girl was *always* a nasty worthless cunt, the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree, thing was, she only acted like a decent human being while my friend gave her a home and in effect controlled her environment.
There is a lesson here, the lesson is two-fold…
- Just because people behave when you control them, it doesn’t mean they have learned anything or that their nature has changed.
- When you remove controls from people, what you see is their true nature, what you saw before was just an act.
This is why I, and many men, don’t big up ourselves at every opportunity, we know that in a post apocalyptic / anarchic / end of the world party scenario the brakes come off, scores get settled, and I will fuck you up just to see that look on your face….
We have humility.
Just like smoking 20 a day for 30 years becomes a habit, so does “obeying the rules” and being a good citizen, neighbour, employee… it becomes automatic, second nature.
All of which makes it tough on anyone under say 30, they haven’t lived long enough to form good habits, especially not if they grew up in a skank single ho wimminz household with a deadbeat dad who hasn’t been seen for years due to false accusations of domestic violence and sexual abuse.
I’d love to love my sons, but I don’t, I have zero contact of any kind with them, and for that I just detest their lying skank ho mom, and avoid her, and THAT is my priority, never giving that psycho skank ho another second of time.
The little bastards will either follow nature and fall close to the tree that is me, or follow nurture and fall close to the tree that is psycho skank ho mommy… time will tell, and there is no substitute for that.
Could this have been avoided? Of course it could, but my thoughts on that matter were not worth shit…
It’s a cruel and callous and cold approach, but it works, and it is, contrary to the friend who started this off by providing an environment of positive reinforcement, the only possible result of providing an environment of negative reinforcement.
I am being TAUGHT to be a cunt, fair enough, I got the memo, I will be an ace student.
Last night a shocked a group of people at a pub, they were discussing a newspaper article about young girls exchanging sex for favours / status / goods / booze etc… and one of the stories was a girl of 12 who let a guy fuck her in exchange for 20 cigarettes…. they were all doing the usual, oh how horrible, I asked what brand of smokes, were these 20 tailor mades or 20 rollups? Because if it was 20 tailor mades the guy overpaid… I coulda slapped faces and had a lesser reaction.
They were all fucking outraged at my attitude, told em, why should I give a fuck, not allowed to give a fuck about my own kids, why should I give a fuck about yours or anyone else’s?
Well yes, what happened to you is wrong, they say, but you shouldn’t apply that to everyone… they say… why not, I ask, well, it is just wrong, you know…. no answers then, just we don’t like it… we don’t like you actually attending the lessons to be a cunt and studying and getting straight A’s, we don’t got shit to say about the classes and courses themselves, or you attending, we just don’t want you learning them lessons pardner.
They were discussing this too, I dunno, how you can be a SLAVE in a house where you can come and go as you please, aren’t liable legally for any bills or costs, write hundreds of uncensored letters, yadda yadda yadda is fucking beyond me… to me slavery meant ownership, property, zero rights.
But then again, it was born with a cunt so it must be a victim, and the support groups hit the nitrous and pedal to the metal and talk about this being the tip of the slavery iceberg in the UK…. while waving their iDevices which were manufactured by people a damn sight closer to slavery, but still nevertheless free and independent…
It’s been insane for decades, but hear me well brothers, it is getting hysterical now with the meedja and nothing but wall to wall reporting on how da wimminz be suffering one way or another, whether is it because not enough of them are billionaires or too many of them are victims of some atrocity or another at the hands of evil men.
TWO of the guys (shades of the previous article about beta boys suddenly going all alpha and won’t back down) puckered up and said they didn’t buy it, it wasn’t slavery, and they were fucking sick to death of wimminz this and wimminz that and wimminz other, and boy you shoulda seen the look on the faces of their wimminz, utter disbelief, and I’ll give these two fuckers their due, they didn’t back down in front of their alpha wives, they just stuck their chins out and said it’s gone too far, that’s all… we are just sick of hearing this bullshit.
The wimminz of course looked at each other for consensus… lol
The rich irony with the slavery story is it then transpires that the alleged slave masters were not exactly unknown recluses, in fact, they were so well known that they were the actual characters that inspired the cult British TV comedy series Citizen Smith, back in the day…. three decades of slavery, and nobody noticed… on a fucking council estate where *everything* is seen and noticed… not even the Scotland Yard and MI5 investigations into their communist activities uncovered any slavery or abuse.
Because, it didn’t fucking happen.
Justin Beiber better fucking watch out, he may think all those young sluts are of their own free will choosing to buy his shit and scream incoherently at his concerts, but the reality is he is a dark, sinister and abusing cult leader who should be yadda yadda yadda… if things continue as they are, in 2040 Beiber will be in solitary Charles Manson style.. infamous for his crimes…
The disconnect between the reality that many are trying to imprint upon the mass consciousness, and the reality that is seeping into the peripheral vision of the masses on the street, is now starting in earnest.
In the film it was glitches in the Matrix that disturbed peoples dreaming, it reality it is glitches in the propaganda that are disturbing peoples wakefulness, and the real danger here is the the genuine danger signals are being ignored or drowned out by all the false alerts and warnings and panics, we are ignoring all the traffic warning signs and dashboard lights, some of which are telling the truth, and putting our foot down in a bid to get past all the bullshit ones, and next thing we know we will be looking at the >>>>>>>>>>> chevron signs coming at us at 80 on a corner that an F1 car couldn’t take at 40…
