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November 21, 2013

It goes deeper than that.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:41 pm

Someone sent me a link a few days back, some blurb on reddit about some skank who was happily in a relationshit with this guy, until one day she suggests they have an “open relationshit” so she can fuck other guys, this guy says fine, packs his shit, leaves, and blocks her in every way possible, she spends days cwyyying and trying to get him back.

Thing is, the thing *none* of the commenter’s got, though they did all correctly explain what prolly motivated the guy to bail, not that she was capable of listening and understanding, the thing is, they bought into her version of events where she just raised the subject.

Raising a subject requires forward planning, I have yet to meet a wimminz actually capable of this, but met many who know how to mimic it to fool men, but question them on the details of this alleged forward planning, and it all vanishes into a puff of thin air and an angry expression.

“We have been together 5 years now, so how about we have an open relationshit for a bit and start fucking other people?”

This, on paper, and as expressed verbally, makes it sound like forward planning… this is what she claims she said.

Since, as *I* know, wimminz are incapable of forward planning, what she was really saying was….

“We have been together 5 years now, and I am getting some extra cock, and I want your approval for this to continue.”

*UTTERLY* different, and, I suspect, the other side of the story, that we haven’t heard, from the guy in question, will include an awareness of this second, true, version.

Without exception in the swinging scene, couples into cuckolding include a wimminz who describes herself as a feminist and who quite often also described her guy as a feminist also.

Now I know that on the face of it there appears to be little in common between my assertion that wimminz are incapable of forward planning, and my observation that most wimminz in cuck couples identify themselves as feminazis, but bear with me.

Forward planning requires some sort of grip on reality, children say “I will invent something and make ten million” or when asked about lack oxygen on Mars they will “invent something to make oxygen from the martian atmosphere so men can breathe it”, which is all very well, and sometimes these things are, technically, possible on a lab scale, but to bring them up to world scale you need (to make a practical electric car) a battery no bigger than two cubic feet that will hold the energy equivalent to 75 kWh and which can be made at a rate of several thousand per day and which can be made for less than 100 bucks a pop, suddenly it doesn’t work.

Kids, though lack of knowledge and experience, lack the necessary grip on reality.

That’s why kids will invent “something”, where “something” is nothing more than a required mental bridge to get from point A to point B… it doesn’t need to have any substance or detail of its own, it is a “something”… good enough.

I see the same thing with wimminz, oh, I’m going to open a cup cake shop, I’m just off to the bank to borrow 25k to start my new “business”… so I ask questions.. such as OK the rent and light and heat and wages and shit is 500.00 a week, cup cakes won’t sell for more than 0.75 each, of which 0.25 is ingredients, so 500 / 0.50 = 1,000 which is the number of cup cakes you need to sell, every week, abso-fucking-lute minimum, just to break even, much less make a profit…. then dig into how many you can actually make in an hour on the premises with the kit you have, and how many you can actually sell, as in how long it actually takes to sell one cake, pick, wrap, ring up on till, make change, plus not all hours of opening are equal, workers morning tea break you’ll sell more per hour than the last hour before you close…

So, you have to sell 52,000 cup cakes a year to break even, 75, 000 a year to pay off your start up loan in 3 years, and 100,000 a year or 2,000 a week to pay yourself a wage good enough to give you the lifestyle you aspire to.

2,000 a week is 400 a day, which is (if you are open 8 hours) 50 an hour, which is one every 72 seconds, and it takes 120 seconds to pick, wrap, ring up and make change…. so basically your dream is unattainable even under ideal theoretical circumstances.

At which point **I** become the enemy.

I haven’t done anything, except invoke reality.

It is this inability to grasp reality that lies behind wimminz inability to do any genuine form of forward planning, and this same inability to grasp reality that lies behind wimminz in cuck relationshits claiming everything in the garden is both happy and healthy and perfectly normal and sustainable, thank you very much.

When, instead of approaching things as they are marketed, you take the “open other end” approach, and START from the premise / observation / assumption that wimminz suffer from an innate inability to grasp reality as a part of the thought process, things suddenly start to look very different indeed, and you yourself become open to the idea that THIS idea has ramifications and consequences that reach much further than you first assumed, and go much deeper than you first assumed.

It goes deeper than that.

If wimminz suffer from an innate inability to grasp reality as part of the thought process, then *NO* thought that wimminz have can be trusted in any subject matter dealing in any way with reality.

Want someone to write a fantasy book about vampires with 10″ cocks? No problem.

Want someone to make practical financial or business decisions? Run the fuck away.

Recent EU directives that 40% of all board room positions must go to wimminz make entirely as much sense as a directive that a further 40% of all board room positions go to children under the age of 8.

Which makes you ***really*** pause and consider, when you look at a cuck husband, this is a creature that has elected to subjugate himself before a child…. not with caveats or exceptions or a veto, but absolute submission.

Now that we have established our scorn of cuck males…. I have to tell you, married males are no better, just removing the sexual aspect from the table doesn’t make everything else THAT much better, they still have a child making 99% of their decisions for them.

Which brings into sharp relief a memory I have of many years ago now, being sat in my brother’s house one morning, with one child, his then wife, asking the other children what they wanted for breakfast, like the children were adult patrons of a restaurant, and of course the three children chose three separate meals, and only one stuck with their first choice, two changed their mind after their first order was accepted.

it goes much deeper than that….

November 19, 2013

Sugar and spice

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 7:44 am

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509458/Naked-woman-Chicagos-Red-Line-announces-shes-Goddess-Train.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509353/Shopaholic-hired-hitman-murder-husband-claim-750-000-life-insurance-pay-debts.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509256/Joanna-Dennehy-pleads-guilty-killing-3-Cambridgeshire-men.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2509253/Fran-Syvret-My-drunken-night-stand-led-accused-rape.html

November 17, 2013

Cause and effect.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:19 pm

For my sins, I clicked on this…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/you/article-2507135/Three-women-rise-Lehman-Brothers-crash.html

Well, to me what leaped out was not three brave and heroic and genius wimminz entrepreneurs, but…

  • one wimminz who has a “business” making washable shoes for kids, a business so successful she is still living at home
  • one wimminz who has a “business” running a crèche for dogs, up to 20 dogs a day and two full time staff and London premises and rates etc so if she is making 1p profit per day I am a fucking monkey’s uncle
  • one wimminz who has a “business” making bags and yoga wear, which has yet to earn penny one, but hey, hubby is supporting her.

and the big question, just what alleged “talents” did these worthless fucks have that caused Lehman to hire them for 40k plus p.a. in the first fucking place, and can nobody else see the connection between hiring worthless fucks on huge salaries and then subsequently going fuckedcompany.com???

I mean, seriously, Lehman’s was a fucking BANK…. if your career is in banking and your employer goes tits up I expect to see you start a new career as a self employed accountant for small business, or something along those lines, not open a fucking cup cake shop.

In any event, none of these fuckers is exactly what I personally would put in a national newspaper and point to as a success story, dig as deep as you like, companies house website if you like…. there is no meat here.

Lehman’s went bust in 2008, it is now 2013, five fucking years on, and what do these bitches have to show for it that is worthy of exposure in the national press?

Five fucking years, thousands of Lehman’s employees thrown to the kerb, tens of thousands of other employees thrown to the kerb as a result of the Lehman’s crash, and *this* is what they come up with, three worthless cunts grinning at the camera like they each just sold the film rights to Harry Potter, which you can diss as much as I do, but at the end of the day at least the authoress of that series of books did clean up financially by any reasonable metric you care to employ… however, such events are lottery wins, not the daily grind of small entrepreneur makes good, that this shit article was supposed to be about.

Alan Sugar, for example, is an interesting guy, he will tell you himself that he can’t actually tell you what to do to make a million in business, but he can talk all day about what NOT to do… for example after he made money floating Amstrad on the stock market he ended up handing a wad to Nomura, and it was only some time later after the Yen tanked and he lost the lot that he learned that the investment banker;

  1. was not liable for anything, including losing all his money
  2. earned his money on commission by buying and selling stock with Sugar’s money, so he did loads of buying and selling.

Which is why and how Sugar got into commercial property, Amstrad made him a ton of money, so he went out and bought Bond Street in London and has been sat back ever since with never an empty shop with no tenants and no revenue.

But of course, nobody ever wants to hear Sugar’s advice on what not to do, they all want him to tell them what to do…. flatly ignoring what he is trying to tell them.

I empathise strongly with Sugar, whether it is my first career, Marine Engineering, or my current one, Cisco Kid, the best advice I can always give anyone is what NOT to do….. and nobody wants to listen.

Nobody wants to listen because if they did, they would not be able to do that which they have already set their minds upon doing, and that is the real secret.

*what* these three worthless cunts have set themselves up to be doing, it isn’t what they are actually doing, they don’t want to, for example, be a baker and confectioner, they want to be a successful businesswoman running a well known and profitable cup cake shop.

They want to bypass the tough and dirty bit and get straight to the top, I want it all, and I want it now…. and in a sense, I can’t blame them too much, after all, this is exactly essentially what all three were handed 5 years ago when they joined Lehman’s, in their own words… but overnight I went from penniless student to highly paid professional. The package was jaw-dropping: a rapidly rising £40,000 salary, a fully funded MBA and brilliant bonuses…. which says it all..

And back in the day every one of these worthless cunts, and there were TENS OF THOUSANDS OF THEM across the city, and a large proportion of them still have jobs, the hammer has not fallen yet, inspired thousands of other wannabe entitlement pwincesses (and pwinces) to aspire to the same.

And these three worthless cunts, they aren’t exactly living in a cardboard box under the motorway giving blow-jobs to donkeys for a 99c burger, they are all wearing shit eating grins and getting international exposure in a newspaper as successful entrepreneur wimminz.

It’s not that surprising really that so many still dream… but then again, that is the purpose of the MSM, and articles like this, to keep the dream alive.

Otherwise they would be reporting on actual truth, like the increasingly desperate state of affairs in places like Greece, where the neo-nazi party is now the outright leader in the polls, and ever the middle classes are siding with them, because of their sole policy, Greece and Greeks first, and there is no second place… and there is no mention whatsoever of this, or any other worthwhile news, in this so called news paper, anywhere.

If I wanted to be informed, I might as well read Hello magazine.

Same could be said for the BBC news website, or indeed any of the other MSM channels…

It’s 2013, the age of the internet, and I have to go and look and bypass all the dross to find any real news about what is happening in a country not very far away at all, a country I have ridden to by motorcycle more than once.

http://www.keeptalkinggreece.com/

http://www.keeptalkinggreece.com/tag/chrysi-avgi/

November 13, 2013

Follow the money… even if it isn’t at first obvious.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:27 am

In my day job, Cisco kit is *very* popular, for values of “very” that compare with android vs blackberry market share.

This isn’t because cisco kit is good, it is now all made in china and very cheaply too.

It is all because of the two pronged thing that is Cisco IOS and Cisco certification.

Cisco IOS + certification means anyone anywhere with a TCP connection can log in to your switch or router and admin it*****, so cheap Chinese hardware and cheap outsourced to Mumbai tech support means major mark-up to the product hyped and sold here in the west.

***** Except when this isn’t true, and the only way in is in person with a console cable, or the cheap Chinese hardware is dead and the only way in is in person to swap it out.**********

********** And it is THIS that virtual machines are designed to eliminate, nothing else, that is the unique selling point that matters, not any of the other reasons given.

If you were to ask me what to buy, I’d tell you to buy Draytek, it’s less money and better kit.

As an aside, there are still niches, when it comes to bonded EFM / SHDSL it is still pretty much http://www.rad.com or nobody in real life on the ground, as in I can’t remember the last time I saw anything else, same as anything picking up a BT fibre connection is going to be an Adva box.

In all of these above if you follow the money you can see why the decisions were made that were made, even though technically the same or better results could have been achieved for less money, a bit like in the 80’s the Equipu copier guy who came around every two weeks to fix the copier, that is how the company that supplied the copier made money, not by supplying the copier or toner, but by the constant and ongoing support it needed, that you were not told about when signing up.

I know a very wealthy man, his business put out a tender for quotes, he wanted dual homed gigE to his new office building, and he wanted a flat fixed fee per annum, which he was happy to pay up to 5 years in advance, and, he wanted an SLA, 100% uptime of at least 100 mbit, don’t give a fuck how you do it, just do it, and don’t bill me for it.

He got ZERO tenders, because his SLA requirement explicitly forbade the business model that *everyone* out there was founded on, so in the end he started a new company that did nothing but provide connectivity to his new office, he has his dual homed gigE fibre laid by his new ISP company which has only one customer, himself, with dual homed redundant microwave links on the roof to other sites in town where he has taken offices that hold nothing but the switchgear for the dishes on the roof and connectivity, and a third dish providing a satellite link.

He has 5 guys working shifts to give 24/7 coverage working on-site to ensure all these connections stay up, and to monitor the internal network, and 2 guys working day shifts to monitor and maintain the racks of servers and NAS boxen.

Frighteningly, his numbers for all this aren’t more than 20% higher than the lowballed numbers the various mega providers quoted him for the standard service, excluding the constant ongoing support calls and outages or brownouts where he had connectivity but not full bandwidth.

His “business” is selling racks to certain other business customers, each customer has a multiple of 2 full custom built racks, which are mirrors, and backups of their business, live, 24/7 replicated, backups, the deal is he can *literally* power down and disconnect the rack in 5 minutes from that customer’s phone call, and literally 5 minutes after that the rack is sealed in a custom enclosure and in a van with 2 drivers up front and 3 “guards” in back to verify seals aren’t broken etc, and that van can be at any of the London airports within another hour, or anywhere else you like at an average road speed of 50 mph….  so one copy goes to the customer, one stays in situ, and another one is built pronto to replace the one that was just pulled.

This is a very specific business segment and all of his customers are known to each other and themselves, some of them actually own others as subsidiaries,  in the same business sector… I can’t say much else about all this, but the data is basically customer records and billing databases.

The point of this is that for those who are wise to the iniquities of the “ongoing revenue from ongoing support” business model, which is essentially almost everything nowadays, there was a gap in the market, albeit a gap only someone with about 20 million of his own cash available to kick-start the project could exploit, but the gap was there, by design.

Market theory will tell you that such gaps are exploited naturally by market forces, not so, such gaps are CREATED naturally by big business, who seek to corral and control and manipulate customers, and while those who create these gaps do not exactly sow the ground with U238 and landmines, they do not do anything that might help anyone else exploit this territory.

I had the idea he is now doing, in 1998, at the dawn of the xDSL age and the end of the dial up 56k age, I didn’t have the wherewithal to exploit it, and back then I was thinking single hard disks, motorcycle couriers, small businesses with a single NT3.51 server, I wasn’t thinking big.

This man will himself tell you, part of the process before spending his own 20 big ones was to sit down with some heads and see if his project would in any way tread on the toes of those already in the marketplace, specifically, would starting his own ISP to get the product he wanted screw him with the major players, and the answer was no, on one condition, that the only customer his ISP ever served was himself.

This man told me, that it is in this business environment, that BT’s recent surprise and winning bid for nearly a billion quid for the football rights is being seen in the business world as the equivalent (and this is his words, not mine) of the USA launching Gulf War 1, which was of course all about freedom and democracy and mom’s apple pie for the kurds, fuck all to do with oil.

It is a gloves off, hat in the ring, launch *all* the thermonuclear missiles type of move, as far as all the other incumbents are concerned.

£897 million / 60 million (population) = £15 for every man woman and child in the UK, the vast majority of whom will neither be paying BT Sport customers, nor football fans.

It is, according to him, because Sky started selling broadband, hilariously effectively being a reseller of a reseller for a different BT group product, XDSL, but basically straying from the monthly subscription for a TV dish business model into the monthly subscription for a internet connection business model.

To be fair, it was a move Sky had to make, hello youtube, hello BBC iplayer, only a matter if time before the broadcast model fell to the on-demand model.

Nevertheless, it was an annexing the sudetenland moment, a kristallnacht moment, the gloves are off and now it is all down to burn rates and war chests.

The whole newspaper phone hacking thing, unrelated? Not at all, that was the archduke Ferdinand and some slimy Serbs, after all, the Murdoch empire has dirt to dish.

That is the trouble with following the money, if you aren’t aware enough you won’t see the drug dealer deliberately throwing away a million in product to burn a liability / competitor in a bust, or the biggest rivers on the planet being under the oceans.

You can’t even follow the billions, because that particular fiat currency might become worthless overnight, analogous to certain films where the protagonist must spend 100 million dollars in one year, and have *nothing* to show for it at the end…..

If you *know* you *have* to spend it now, while it is *still* worth *something*, or if you are involved in what is really a currency EXCHANGE, say 897 million Sterling at today’s “worth” for 10 million extra subscribers on monthly subscription….. the “sheeple eyeball month“, that might be a good exchange rate, I don’t know, depends if we are looking at the sheeple eyeball as a unit of currency that can be converted into sales of Brawndo, or votes, or apathy and the po-lice state…

Currently, in the UK, if you take “The Internet” to mean the backbone and all the switching gear, the local ISPs, the colo facilities and servers, home and business networking and computers, and increasingly the portable computers called mobile phones that shift *everything* as “data”, eg 0’s and 1’s, I have a truly frightening statistic for you.

The Internet = 17% of total UK electricity generating capacity.

and since all electricity consumed ultimately gets converted to heat, that means 17% of electrically sourced heat generation in the country is from “the internet”

That is bigger than *anything* since the days of steam dawned.

November 10, 2013

WIFE = Washing, Ironing, Fucking, etc

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:53 pm

I have said to many people, and many wimminz, that a relationship is very, very, very much like a job.

There is an interview process, there is a trial period, and then there is the employment period, with benefits, but at no time can you just decide to goof off and get a free ride without getting your ass canned.

But the fact is that it cuts both ways, wimminz aren’t just shit at relationshits, they are shit as employees too…. but sadly, so are many men…

Today for my sins I took my car in for some new tyres, for one reason and another to do with leasing you have to go to certain suppliers for certain things, and you aren’t allowed to do anything yourself, not even change a blown bulb, but the flipside is “just do it” no matter what and no worries about the munnay…

So, a small tyres / brakes / service place, you could get 4 vehicles inside, and 5 employees, all guys, and frankly they were a shower of shit, wandering around, sat there chatting to each other (and I don’t mean chatting while working, I mean sat there with a pneumatic wrench in hand talking to another guy sat on one of my wheels) working at a speed like they have never done this before….. my car, 4 new tyres, another car, up on ramp, new track rod and bushes, third car, brake test and service….  I was there a fucking hour and a quarter.

Cunts *deserve* to go bust, and I know why the leasing company just moved over to this chain, they are fucking “cheap”, not cheap as in cheap, but cheap as in cheaper than the other fuckers that used to have the contract.

I’m sure a large part of that “cheap” is because the staff are all on sweet fuck all money per hour, but even so, you can do the job the way I do mine, get stuck in and do it properly and look like a professional, and then sit back and chill once the customer has pulled out…

Me, I’m a captive customer, I got no choice but to go there, but others…. while I am there cooling my heels (hey, fuck it, I’m on the clock so it’s not like it’s *my* time they are wasting) guy comes in and asks how much to do a clutch on his 6 year old Citroen…

Oooh, sucks teeth, looks at book, book says 5 hours @ 50 quid an hour, checks clutch price, ok sir that will be 370 notes, eg 120 for the clutch kit, that ain’t including the tax of course, which is 20% on top of that… so they want to charge this cunt 370 + 74 = 444 quid to do a fucking clutch…  OK, it’s a Citroen and OK it is front wheel drive, but even so…. if you are a local municipal bus driver and do all the overtime available you can pull in 18k gross, 18,000 / 52 = 346, that’s before tax, so even if you are married and get mortgage relief and shit your take-home is going to be under 300, so these fuckers want 1.5 weeks take home for 5 hours work…

Check GSF car parts and the clutch kit is 64 notes…. RETAIL… not trade..

As for the 5 hours on the ramp in an equipped garage with 5 employees, I know a guy who did his on his fucking driveway by himself in 5 hours with nothing more than hand tools, a trolley jack and a couple of axle stands… and that included making a clutch centre tool out of some copper pipe…

These are the same cunts that took (30 minutes was phone calls and paperwork and authorisation) 45 minutes to swap out 4 tyres… with TWO of the cunts on the job, so 1.5 hours labour right there… ok, “free fitting” so the labour wasn’t technically charged, but 1.5 man hours were used and they were actually working faster than the cunt doing the track rod, because I was watching them…..

When I turned up the track rod car was up on the ramp with the wheel off, when I left it was still there, and they guy was still fucking around and talking and wandering away and back and hadn’t *quite* managed to drop the old bushes and track rod… I suspect that was his job for the entire day.

The main dealers who do all the rest of the work, well, they are fucking expensive, but at least they don’t fuck around and get on with shit, but again the spend a *lot*of time on bullshit CYA “quality control” everything countersigned off bullshit, or basically “hunting for work” e.g. going over the fucking bodywork with a UV lamp looking for paint and body defects… (a UV lamp will show shit you just won’t see with the naked eye in the average English weather day…) with the result that a service will set you back just under 300 notes…

Back when I was a lad, a “full service” was a full man-day on the car, it wasn’t just fluids and filters and a brake check, two guys would spend all morning or all afternoon going over the bitch and doing maintenance and touch up work.

When they finished you’d get billed for the bigger shit, like brake friction material, but nobody itemised shit like grease used greasing the doors or track rod ends, that was just consumables shit…. the tyre bill included itemised amounts for valves and balancing… which went on top of the tyre price…

Labour is “free” but the mechanic took a dump and had a cuppa so one teabag and 12 squares of toilet paper are itemised and added to the bill….  and the QA guy has to sign to say the mechanic wiped his ass properly and slurped his tea according to procedure.

Meanwhile they have to make a call to Mumbai and spend 20 minutes in a queue to get authorisation to issue the mechanic 3 ply bog roll and not the cheap 2 ply stuff that the leasing company specified in their 6,497 page procedure manual which you have to adhere to in order to be a “channel partner” or whatever this week’s buzzword is.

Wimminz of course *love* this shit, because no matter what you can just shrug your shoulders and say how awful it is, but it ain’t my fault y’see…..  and get back to the gossip… no ACTUAL FUCKING WORK being done.

In the same town there are a couple of old boys who run their own tyre place… I could have been in and out of there in 20 minutes, literally…. which is why with my own vehicle I patronise places like them, and my “pet” mechanic, who would have passed on the citroen clutch kit at cost and “call it 200 quid” for labour, and you can give me half now and half next week if you like, and he would have lined that fucking clutch up to better than a thou, and cleaned and dressed up ALL the threads and fasteners, and everything else, while he was in there….. every time I took a French front wheel drive car to him I always told him to fit a heavy duty clutch, parts were only 30% more but it would be the last one you ever fitted…

It’s the fucking work ethic, that’s what I am on about here, that is what we are missing.

I’m a procrastinating mother-fucker, but when I eventually get around to doing a job for myself, I do it fucking properly…. today I was on my hands and knees washing my fucking fake laminate kitchen flooring by hand, then I did the inside of the fridge and shelves, then I washed down the tops of all the skirting boards, wiped the tops of the internal doors and lintels, then I did the front door inside and out, and the window sills etc outside, and I don’t know ANY fucking wimminz who will do that.

Not even when moving out and wanting to keep the fucking deposit…

And no, I am not some OCD cleanliness freak mofo, I’ll only do this shit once every two or three months, but it WILL get done now and again.

The joke about WIFE = washing, ironing, fucking, etc… well, good luck to you with a modern wimminz…

Washing is something they will do under protest, once YOU have bought them a fucking washing machine and tumble dryer, and don’t get me started on that shit about men don’t know how to use a washing machine, in my lifetime I never met a man who had any issues with them, on the other hand every wimminz I ever met uses one of two programs, either mixed coloureds at 40 degrees for everything, or delicates for her own personal expensive clothes, that’s it.

Ironing, you must be fucking kidding, wimminz know better than men you take something out of the tuble dryer still warm and you can put it away without ironing it… I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of wimminz I know who know how to iron a shirt and a pair of pants, some of the rest of them can iron a hanky…. just about.

Fucking, well, no need to go into this… she’ll fuck anything except hubby

Etc, like make me a sammich bitch, rub my shoulders, feed me, make the fucking bed in the morning when you get up, you must be kidding me…

Basically if you want to know what it is like to live with a modern wife, just move into some student digs, take the door off *your* room so *you* have no privacy, and put them all as named persons on your bank account and plastic…. and stay there for life* and keep paying for life… (*even after they evict your sorry ass.)

Actually, it won’t be *that* good, at least students get to get shit-faced and laid now and again…

So there I am visiting one such unfortunate, and we are trying to have a conversation at the kitchen table, because the kids have taken over the lounge and telly and everything else he paid for, meanwhile the “wife” is complaining the Tassimo machine isn’t as good as her friends new AEG (which uses the same *fucking* expensive per cup pods) and then their little 4 year old daughter wanders in, sits on a vacant chair next to us, lifts her dress, spreads her legs, spreads her cunt with her fingers and starts exploring…. to which the wife says “leave your bottom alone darling”

I laugh loudly and say to my mate/the father, “that ain’t her fucking bottom…” he just looks pained, one of those I know dude, but what the fuck can I do, looks…

To which the wife (who basically doesn’t like me, she has many reasons, some of them my be true, but mainly I suspect hubby just ain’t allowed visitors in prison) starts telling me off for swearing in front of children.

I look at her and say “You have a 4 year old daughter flashing her cunt to guys in the kitchen and you are concerned about the language one of the guys are using… that is an interesting set of priorities you have there.”

I’m waiting for the “how dare you tell me how to raise my kids” tirade, I’m up for that one (some cunt needs to) but it doesn’t come, instead she decides that hubby needs to take some generic groceries to *her* mum and dad’s place, RIGHT FUCKING NOW, because without the milk and sugar in the package she is making up they will die, pronto….

I say “whatever dude, I’m out of here so I shall leave you to your weekend of domestic bliss….. cya”

Every time I visit there, which ain’t that often, I have the same thought, I wonder what she would do if I wait till hubby is out the room and grab some tit and ass, not because she is hot, just to see what she would do, I suspect that is partly why she hates me, because she wouldn’t object and yet I don’t do it… but that thought always triggers the follow on thought, if he isn’t fucking her enough, why should I do his job for him.

See, he is a sometime co-worker, and when we are on site together I refuse ro do his work for him, but, I also make sure there is clear and documented demarcation between what he touches, and what I touch, because his work is frankly crap.

It’s a chicken / egg question as to whether his work is crap because he always has so much domestic shit on his mind, or because he has no work ethic he cannot manage his work or private life effectively.

I got no skin in that game, so I don’t care, I just keep certain boundaries enforced, while trying to be a bit of a mate, because despite it all he is basically a nice guy with little or no malice in him, who always *tries* to do the right thing.

The big difference between me and him, that moment with his (? lol) daughter playing with her “bottom”, he didn’t see what I saw, which was a slow burning fuse leading to an ammo dump hidden in the basement…. and a “wife” playing with a zippo ensuring that pretty little Barbie fuse sparkler stayed alight.

 

November 2, 2013

Pattern recognition.

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

“yeah Jack, I’ll speak to you tomorrow”

it’s a bit like “did you see that lakers game on saturday”, in that the speaking was done via telephone, and the seeing was done via television…. but these descriptive elements were omitted, despite the fact that they are both methods that DRAMATICALLY cut down on bandwidth, and therefore data.

I can take a close up photo of a nipple, or a cunt, or an asshole, put it on a swinging site and get loads of responses, wanna fuck baby?

Pull back the lens and get more in the photo, more data in the photo, and they get less sexually attractive, ooh, look at those hands… etc

Pull back the lens and include the whole face and body, I’ll still look at the cunt and tits, and to a certain extent ignore the face, you don’t look at the mantelpiece when poking the fire, but it is still low bandwidth.

Push the lens in again, so all you see is the face, and you start to notice the mouth and around the eyes and despite the fact there is less bandwidth again, you’re making me focus on other parts, and she gets less fuckable, note, this is ALL THE SAME WIMMINZ we are talking about here.

Change the camera angle, the usual selfie angle, makes the tits looks bigger and due to perspective the mouth looks more curved and smiley, more attractive.

The police / passport / driving licence mugshot is the one, the standardised straight on eye level zero angle full face pic, everyone knows jokes about the secret photo booth processing system that turns your film star good looks into something that looks like it just got out of a ten stretch in solitary for armed robbery.

How can you relate the indescribably cute pictures of me as a baby with the fucking gimp who stared out of a passport photo at 16?

How the fuck would I ever get a 3, much less  7, or a perfect 10?

By any meaningful definition, eg being a playboy cover bint amongst other things, Sam was a solid 10, or if you wanted to be a real cunt about it and deduct points because she was a model and not an heiress, which means including non visual stuff in a visual categorisation, a 9.2.

“I’d fucking give that one”

A handful of years later, she was trying and failing to make it as a pop tart, I had the chance, where chance is defined as taking it, post gig, the worse for wear for alcohol and self pity, back to its hotel room, just it and me, and it wanting to be fucked.

I passed. Too much vitriol and what are you a fucking homo and so on, but I passed.

I was getting 100% bandwidth, the fleeting facial expressions that weren’t that attractive, the faint sweet smell of booze and vomit on her breath, the chaos that looked like a cosmetic counter full of stuff on the dresser, and mainly the fucking wreck that was a drunk and fucked up and lonely little girl acting like a bitch to mask all the pain.

If I had been Bogey (another fucking gimp, mugshot wise) I’d have slapped some sense into the bitch, hey schweetheart, make me a java, bent her over and pounded her up the ass, but I wasn’t Bogey, I was me, and I backed outta there making excuses and basically fucking ran.

Back when I was younger, there wasn’t any internet, much less internet dating, you could ring people, landline to landline, you could write them a letter, or you could see them face to face, phones were things that were joined to things like parent and house, it wasn’t Hollywood LA where the kids had their own phones in their room, hell, lots of people didn’t have a fucking phone, so basically it was all face to face, 100% bandwidth.

You know what I see looking back at my own yoof?

Missed opportunities, 100% bandwidth was there, but I was too dumb and young and inexperienced to pick up on 99% of it, this throws up errors the same as the modern equivalence where the bandwidth is artificially limited and filtered, because in both cases you aren’t getting the whole picture, it doesn’t matter which side of the equation the filter is on, it limits and twists and alters the remaining picture/snapshot.

In hindsight there were a few wimminz who couldn’t have made it any plainer that they wanted me to fuck them, and there was me wondering if she liked me… gee… lol

In hindsight there were a few wimminz who couldn’t have made it any plainer that they thought I was a worm, if they thought about me at all.

Oh, if I could go back to say 13, but knowing *everything* I know now…. lol

You see I wasn’t really consciously aware of the fact that as good a definition as any other of what we are is walking pattern recognition machines, I was aware that I wasn’t any/very good at this *thing*, but I didn’t have a label for the thing, or an understanding of it and what it was, pattern recognition, it is something you learn with experience.

My disputes with other men were usually over the different results we got when running pattern recognition on the same subject, and in those day you pretty much saw it full on in the flesh or didn’t, none of this internet or photo or phone shit, so the bandwidth was either there or it wasn’t.

Same when you learned something new, like Julie was a slut, you learned it full on in the flesh total bandwidth in the space between one heartbeat and the next… that what all the old love songs were about, time standing still, the space between one heartbeat and the next, space enough for that total bandwidth to fuck you up.

Nowadays this shit is called PTSD, but its the same shit we had back then, the world didn’t change between one heartbeat and the next, you did, because of some total bandwidth you got… splat / copper / ziiiiiiwwww one heartbeat Jim is there next to you, next heartbeat Jim is there splattered all over you.

I suppose in some ways the shrinks could say I was all fucked up from an early age, and there is something in that, but only if you take it out of context.. everyone was fucked up from an early age, you just sucked it up and got on with life.

You know, I was BORN INTO and GREW UP IN what was classed as a terrorist rich environment, and boys and girls I don’t mean that fake shit y’all have in the USA today, or the random shit we had back in the day on the UK mainland with the IRA, I mean you went shopping in armoured cars, and you got signed into and out of each gated community on a route, so when you were missing the next day they knew where to fucking look for the bodies…. and it was considered NORMAL for parents and couples and families to sign up to go and live and work in these places… Nobody else said shit, nobody talked about this making you a bad parent or not loving your kids.

To me, this isn’t anecdotal shit, dogs were early warning systems, early warning systems got poisoned, your cuddly family “pet” didn’t exist, Fido was fucking recon batallion, first in the firing line.

Jack Reacher my hairy fucking ass, there is a (series of) novel written by someone who has no clue, none at all, who couldn’t possibly get it more wrong…. fighting is always always always playing the odds, only a matter of time before it comes up snake eyes, and then y’all ain’t no 78 inch 250 lb motherfucker no more, y’all are a fucking cripple, or dead.

As a result, though I didn’t know it, my early pattern recognition systems, and the foundations of what I am today, were built on survival…

Getting pussy is great, but to get pussy you have to stay alive, and that meant concentrating on patterns that signified staying alive, and that meant missing patterns that said come and fuck me.

I didn’t *get* da po-lice in this country, I didn’t grow up around po-lice like that, so I took the attitude “it runs and I know how to ride/drive it, I’m gonna ride the shit outta it” and provided I didn’t hurt anyone else I just didn’t get it.

NOW it is different, da-police is armed and trigger happy and dangerous and corrupt and will fit you up and lie like motherfuckers, I haven’t learned da po-lice, so much as they have become more like what I expect, the cape buffalo with toothache, the maamba, the jungle tiger, the only policy is avoid if at all possible, and if not you in a world of hurt because they all work as a pack now.

That shit I wrote about internet dating and digitally document everything up to the wazzoo and stick that fucker in the google cloud where no cunt can deny your lawyer access to it or edit it… that was my pattern recognition going off, seven bell alarm motherfucker, and 99.999% of people were duh what huh?

Just like me when I didn’t see the come and fuck me when I was younger.

Here is a small example.

“gender”

No sane, intelligent, free creature should ever use this word, the word you should use is SEX.

Using gender instead of sex is to DELIBERATELY fuck up your pattern recognition.

Y’all know why ex-grunts with PTSD turn to booze and drugs, same reason I did when I came back to the west, booze and drugs fuck up your pattern recognition, reality is an illusion caused by lack of alcohol/weed, I don’t like the patterns I am seeing so I am gonna medicate myself and change my perception.

A decade or more later I eventually and slowly grew up.

Red Pill?

It’s just some PTSD pattern recognition motherfucker, shit was always there, it was just being marketed as something other than what it was, gender / sex …..

Unless it is part of a discourse about pattern recognition or lexicons or iconography, as this piece is, the word gender has no place being written or uttered or thought by a man.

Nor, frankly, has any of that other shit, raayyyype, DV, the whole shebang.

My mother is a wimminz born with a cunt, I know because she popped me outta it.

My mother at one point was *the* white woman (note I use the word woman) all alone in the African bush, the nearest white person (apart from skinny punk ass 9 year old me) was down 6 miles of dirt track and then another 18 miles of backtop, a good hour away even if they knew shit was going down, or cared, and there were no telephones or internet or pagers or anything, no emergency services, fuck all…. not even fucking running water.

So one day the local chieftain turns up with his entourage, about a dozen of them, to exercise his right to have sex with any women who lived in his lands, buck nigger and his headmen in his territory on his patch.

She sent him, and his men, away.

No guns, no knives, no nothing, she just said no, not playing, now go away…. if necessary my husband will come and see you later and explain *our* customs, but that’s it.

(dad did, took the guy a bunch of new shiny corrugated iron for his palace roof, and an old tweed jacket, all customs and cultures assimilated…)

Now, either my mum is the Queen of Sheba, or she is just an ordinary woman who didn’t ever get to play the entitlement pwincess card, and had to grow the fuck up.

Either what I witnessed with my own eyes is not true, or a whole load of alleged stuff that I have *never* seen with my own eyes about all men being degenerate violent rapists is not true.

If both are true then the only possible explanation left is my mum is the Queen of Sheba, and she ain’t… so both can’t be true.

So I am left with personally observed fact, or those who wield power and insist that my personally observed facts are false, now, would I like to sign up for this false religion, of my own free will, or would I like to be castrated with a hook in a battery drill like some stallion on the range, just meat on the hoof…. also of my own free will of course.

Was the mother of my own kids, who falsely accused me of a decade of rape and sexual abuse and violence and control and wanting to fuck my own kids up the ass a completely different species from my own sainted Queen of Sheba mother?

No.

So what’s different.

My mother grew up in the last great war, all the men in her family were in uniform at sea trying to stay alive, and she was in uniform doing the clerical shit, passing messages that talked about killed and wounded on both sides, and then after the war in a hospital for those who were burned in the war but lived, sorta.

My children’s mother on the other hand grew up in peacetime in the cities and in the land of liberal handouts and modern social science and rewards for bad behaviour and sanctions for good behaviour, while never actually having seen anything genuinely bad first hand, never having thought there but for the grace of god, and in fact being the sole architect of everything that did suck about her own life.

My children’s mother would have gang-banged the chief and all his men, had the best sex of her slutty life, and then gone crying to someone in authoritah about rayyyype, and watched their rapist black asses swing from a gibbet, secretly knowing and loving the fact that the last cunt any of them got was hers…. and then spending the rest of her life trading on being a victim of tribal black gang rayyype… while masturbating to thoughts of doing it all again.

Of necessity, I had to swing this story around all of these trees, because one of the things my mother and others were taught as part of their military training was… wait for it… pattern recognition…

At the basic level it is silhouette cards, do you know your Me109 from your Hurricane?

At higher levels it is why isn’t there any troop movement here, what are these e-boats doing here, and how are drums of fuel being moved and to where?

For my sins, I once took a temporary job night security on a motorway construction project, that went right through the native habitats of some of the last remaining 3 trillon lesser spotted newt warbler larvae, within a week I caught guys on OUR fucking side cutting the fucking fence and then “finding” it and claiming it was the other side, within another week if our side had been handed live ammo nothing would have lived within 500 yards of the perimeter, not the local wildlife, not citizens walking their dogs, not drunks who missed the last bus, nothing… the only thing that would have survived would have been the fucking protesters, who were tucked up in their holes or in the pub plotting their next media appearance.

It would appear that as pattern recognition machines, we seek pattern where there is none, hence seeing faces in the clouds or doing acid and meeting Aristotle, any pattern will do, as long as it is a pattern.

Darwin will sort the useful pattern recognition from the useless.

Your face, as a mugshot, isn’t actually that important, your face in real life is better, more bandwidth, but at Vonnegut said, people project onto the blankness what they themselves believe, and that applies to your face too.

When one human being looks at another human being in the flesh, and “decides” if they want to fuck or not, they are not in fact judging or grading or classifying that other person…. you are just doing pass/fail on the pattern recognition and compatibility match scenario.

Talking about wimminz hitting the wall at 35 or whatever, yeah, it is true.

Talking about men improving with age while wimminz erode, yeah, it is true.

It doesn’t make you fucking superior though.

I don’t have the desire to fuck a guy up the ass either, that doesn’t make me superior to him, or his ass.

It just means NOT RELEVANT

If it ain’t relevant then literally don’t give it a thought.

but, pattern recognition can look at the same thing and see NOT RELEVANT, and also NOT SAFE, if you stopped looking, or started celebrating, at not relevant, you got fucking problems.

You can’t even party after declaring something not safe

Sometime declaring it not relevant is what makes it not safe (take a look in the mirror and see the truth in this one) and sometime declaring it not safe is what makes it even more not safe.

Pattern recognition is an ongoing never ending dynamic process.

Shouting SNAP… I WIN when you spot some post wall wimminz who you can reject in schadenfreud, or using your brain to say or think or listen to words like gender or rayype, etc etc etc

Stopping the wheel and placing a bet like Jack Reacher every time you see an implied challenge, or stopping the world and getting off…. not recommended.

Celebrating your latest win? That moment already passed….

Living to be a thousand is easy, just never stop breathing.

It’s the never stopping breathing that is *hard*… so hard, *nobody* ever managed it yet.

Never stopping your pattern recognition is *hard*

The alternatives are harder.

November 1, 2013

it’s not all that….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:41 am

The reality is, my job, much as I like it, much as everything appears to be going well (as in the squeaky wheel gets the oil, and I have seen no oil cans heading my way) much as everything seems to be trickling along nicely, could end tomorrow.

It could end for a variety of reasons, from a management decision that wipes out 10% of the staff overnight, to a single line manager decision that for some (real or imagined) reason my face doesn’t fit.

Pretty much all you can do is enjoy it while you can, and certainly not worry about what it takes to be a better employee with more job security.

Now, if I talked about being a better boyfriend / husband with better relationship security, y’all would be chanting “Beta $, Alpha fucks”

But the fact is, it is true, I can no more make my self an attractive boyfriend to a wimminz who just ain’t interested, no matter what I have to offer, than I can make myself an attractive employee to a company that just ain’t interested, no matter what I have to offer.

The parallels are exact.

I don’t *want* my job to end, but the reality is I can no more influence that than I can the weather, all I *can* do, is do my job, the same as I did on my first day, no less, and no more.

The reality is that employers can and do bail on great employees as arbitrarily and unfairly as wives bail on great husbands and fathers, and there is *nothing* that you can do as a man to either influence that decision, or influence the relative value that you are assigned as a part of that decision making.

We had an *incident* at work recently, and you have to remember “work” is reseller > client > us > various departments in our place > me actually turning up on site.

The incident is I did everything I was told, to the letter, and fulfilled both the letter and the spirit of my contract, and yet, the job didn’t end up with a working widget, and nobody was happy, and so everyone started in on the blame game, and by the way I am talking global brands here… not mom and pop’s lemonade stand.

Since I was the only fucker who had actually been on site, naturally I was the only suspect in the murder case, and naturally I have not been included in the loop in all the hand wringing and blame game and no, you pay, we ain’t paying, horse-shit and horse-trading.

Bottom line?

Bottom line is two layers and seventeen levels away in the layer cake, the reseller was in possession of some data, and despite three explicit opportunities to provide this data, one of which was when I personally called their 3rd line support to ask if I was missing anything, it was never provided.

It was never provided because there were so many layers in their own organisation, nobody saw the whole picture, and nobody had any incentive to wonder what if anything was on the pieces of jigsaw that they could not see, eg the other 4,999 pieces that make up the whole.

Nor was the system itself designed in such a way as to fail gracefully, if it did not find the *thing* it wanted, all it would do is reboot, endlessly, no diagnostics, no error messages, no output, nothing.

By now it is obvious, it’s a software fault, it could be a crypto key or a TPM tie in or a licence file, it doesn’t matter, the bitch has been written to look for this shit as an integral part of the boot process, and if it doesn’t find it, reboot instantly and try again.

Which is great with 20/20 hindsight, but the people who provided this system and who resold our engineers as their own to the end user and who approved the purchase of parts that amounted to a complete new system, never though to tell the field engineer (me) this, even when he asked.

No, much easier to wait for it to go wrong and start playing the blame game.

Of course, when I point all this out, because, you know, that is the job of the field engineer, to join all the dots that everyone on higher salaries sat in their offices already has, and suddenly the blame game is reversed and all agree that actually yours truly didn’t fuck up, and the reseller will foot the bill in full, and my employer says to me you are quite right….

Yeah, and fair play to y’all for admitting it and not actually blaming me the instant the reseller tried to dump on me, but, the fact is if y’all could do *your* fucking jobs properly in the first place it would never have gotten this far.

Y’all should have been, hey reseller, our guy did, exactly and to the letter, what he was told to do and authorised to do by you, now fuck off and pay up. Any fuck up ain’t with us or our guy.

As the beta boyfriend / husband / father, it isn’t my fucking job to point out to you where you or your friends or advisers are wrong about me.

As a man with my self employed hat on, said reseller would be on my blacklist for life, not for fucking up and not telling the field engineer relevant data, but for trying to blame him as a first resort, rather than FIRST trying to identify what went wrong and where and how.

***THIS***

As a lowly employee, no doubt I’ll be doing another job for this reseller soon.

Interestingly, and notably, my fellow field engineers instantly knew that I was seriously pissed off with the whole thing, despite remaining outwardly utterly professional and calm, and as soon as they knew the facts they all sided with me 100%

Interestingly also, they all also equally apportioned the blame between our employer and the reseller, I heard more than once “redacted are known for always trying to blame everyone else.”

Learn the lesson WOPR learned, many games are un-winnable, to play is to lose.

To try to be a good employee is to lose.

To try to be a good boyfriend / husband / father is to lose.

My company DO NOT WANT an uber mega kick-ass cool slick mother-fucker of a field engineer, if they did they woulda hired one, at 20x my current salary.

Same with bitches, you want a great man you’ll hire one, you are master of this house and of me.

*THEN* you can fucking complain when your employee doesn’t live up to spec, or your man doesn’t put food on the table or coal in the hearth, as per the original bill of goods.

Trying not to be a squeaky wheel is one thing, trying to be a teflon coated hub motor 100 kW drive wheel will get you sacked, part not suitable for role.

The HR bitch DOES NOT FUCKING GET IT, pathetic little circular mails about employee of the week and Fred has had such good feedback from acme corp and don’t y’all wanna compete with Fred and be even more alpha and uber than he is?

NO

I

FUCKING

DON’T

In my ideal world you won’t even have heard of me bitch, in fact in my ideal world the only people in the company who even know I exist would be three or four people in the service department who assign me work, and the fucking payroll computer.

We have quite a few ex military types, you can see the look on their faces, like being smacked across the face with a fresh wet halibut, when I say shit to them.

I’ll get emails circulars from them about company policy and procedures and looking good for clients, and email circulars from HR about who got prizes for the best fucking Halloween costume at work, so I’ll ask them when they were on patrol in Helmand Province, was it the Afghans or the Brass who formed the judging panel for the best Halloween outfit while on patrol?

Did they have a dress down Friday where everyone went out on patrol in denim and cheesecloth and the wimminz soldiers looked like they were clubbing?

Did they hire people from the job-centre in Watford and tell them to make their own way to Kandahar, DHL should be delivering your weapons and ammo on-site for a pre-midday and you got to look for a guy wearing an aqualung who answers to the name of Trevor and fix whatever it is he says needs fixing so you can get your paperwork signed and we all get paid?

Gotta be careful who you say this shit to though…. real careful… or you’ll be seen as the squeaky wheel.

Fuck all you can do to improve your lot, as an employee or as a beta boyfriend, but plenty you can do to fuck it up…. and 99% of that will come from trying to improve your lot, or your status. or what others think of you.

 

October 30, 2013

Windows file copy dialogue

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:20 am

It’s a simile, or a metaphor, or an allegory, or maybe it’s just a fucking example.

Back in the day you could bring any NT machine, no matter how high the spec, to its knees, just pop a floppy in the drive and click FORMAT.

As long ago as 1985 the Acorn RISCOS had a “pause” and “resume” feature in file copy/move, something to this day winders does not have.

So, we have a scenario, Disk F: is empty, Disk G; contains;

  • Folder 1 – 60 gig in size, 1.1 million assorted small files
  • Folder 2 – 90 gig in size, 127 large files
  • Folder 3 – 120 gig in size, 650,000 assorted files

You want to move everything from, Disk G to Disk F because Disk G is dying.

What’s quickest, do each folder in sequence, or do them all simultaneously?

Well, it depends, and then the “having a wimminz in your life” analogy pops up, Folder 4, 642 gig in size, 1.9 million files, including many os/system files that will require confirmation, many same name files that will require skip/overwrite, and many file names inc path that are too long for the system to read / write.

Your brain on MGTOW is the same, the wimminz process fucks up everything else, it’s a resource hog out of all comparison to what it actually achieves, if anything…

The old Microsoft Windows home server wasn’t a bad OS, Home server 2011 still has a bad rep because MS removed Drive Extender which was included in the earlier version of home server.

Drive Extender (DE) is a way of making all your disks in your NAS box appear to the rest of the network as one big disk… which people liked.

It did it by creating a “DE” folder in the root of each HD in the NAS, and then creating a mirror of the entire NAS file directory STRUCTURE (not content) in every HD.

So, “Folder 1” on your NAS which contained “file 1” and “file 2“, you might find that in fact while all four disks on your NAS had a root “DE” folder, and all four root “DE” folders contained a “Folder 1” folder, when you look at the four drives (for example in a 4 bay NAS) on a drive by drive basis you would get stuff like

  1. DE\Folder 1\
  2. DE\Folder 1\file 2
  3. DE\Folder 1\file 1
  4. DE\Folder 1\

Which means to extract all that shit to a new system, or to recover it, you have to merge folders into a new location.

For my money I think MS were entirely correct to lose DE in WHS2011 and go back to RAID1, and for my money the commercial replacement Drive Bender is just another DE, eg something that sounds great 99% of the time when everything is going really well.

(My personal take is that RAID is seen as scary, quite rightly, and DE was seen as cute and fluffy, quite wrongly…)

When things are going well, that Folder 4, the “wimminz process” above just bogs things down, it’s fucking annoying and yadda yadda yadda but at least processes 1 to 3 inclusive are still running.

When TSHTF however, that wimminz process does nothing but churn and bog the system and turns a potential data loss scenario into a major entire NAS fucked and corrupted, you’re data is hosed bro and so are you, scenario…. when a wimminz process runs it wants priority, a high nice value than everything else, what’s that NT server, you’re running the accounts and live office for a 5 million turnover firm that employs 20 local people, here, have a floppy to format, fuck you very much…

I do have potential cuntstomers (sic) etc ask me about this shit, can I have a quote please,…. no, now fuck off..

Because after I go to the effort y’all will say HOW FUCKING MUCH???!!!!

So here are my rules for speccing a NAS.

  1. Gather up all your optical disks, loose HD’s and PC etc, inventory it all and come up with a total data capacity in gigs.
  2. We will call this number N GB
  3. Your NAS data pool needs to be 4 x N GB in capacity on day one.
  4. Your NAS installed capacity needs to be double this, or 8 x N GB on day one if you are going for RAID-1 mirrored drives.
  5. NAS isn’t a backup, nor is RAID, so you need ANOTHER NAS of equal capacity +25% for a backup… thankfully this can be a slower cheaper one, but, it has to have the capacity.
  6. NEVER USE ANYTHING EXCEPT 2 TB HD’s in your NAS, no exceptions, ever. never ever ever ever ever ever ever, fucking never. got it? Never.

I can tell you now, I can count how many I have built and sold to SOHO customers on the fingers of one hand.

I’ll tell you something else, every single one of those customers was a single male.

Whenever there was a wimminz *anywhere* in the picture, we never got past item #3 in that list above, lets start with something smaller and see how….. yadda yadda yadda… why don’t you fuck off to ebay and buy a used radynas duo… cunt…

Incidentally, item #5, if only there were commercial DLT tapes that worked out affordable and reliable and practical enough, optical just doesn’t cut it on any level, practically your backup device is going to be NAS#2… spinning rust.

So, WTF started AfOR off on this shit?

Basically, loads of posts in the man owe sphere from guys claiming to have swallowed the red pill and seen the light, y’all are like the two in house IT cunts I met on a job yesterday, bright eyes and fluffy tailed, hullo clouds hullo sky.

I said to them y’all are either new to this game or not very experienced, they both denied both options, full of bright eyes and optimism that the install was going to go well, repeating words and phrases that the backbone cable/EFM guys had told them that should have made them quake with awwww and phear, as though they were just words and phrases.

So I do my bit and rack up the new router, patch in the EFM box and amazingly connecting a router to the LAN side of an EFM box doesn’t make the red idiot light on the WAN side of the EFM box turn green… I call my counterpart at the telco and suggest we aren’t going to sign this baby off today as there is no working EFM circuit, he agrees, book the cable/ backbone guys to re-visit, not much else for me to do but pack up.

I say to the now deflated fluffy bunnies as I hand them my paperwork to sign,  “and have I managed to destroy your optimism?”… they agree, I have, I grin widely and say “then my work here is done!” and leave the dumb shits to it.

It’s like my 6 rules above for speccing a NAS, those who obey them all to the letter, yeah, sometimes they have issues, that’s life, but I get to hear about it after they solved the problem themselves, no fuss, no drama, no panic… just awww shit, not another fucking dead disk… and then remedy it.

Those who don’t…..

Those two fluffy bunnies yesterday, they remind me of the MGTOW’s patting themselves on the back for swallowing red pills for 4 whole years straight now.

They chided me for my cynical attitude when I walked in the door, laughed at me when I said I am not cynical mate, just experienced, after all. had they not got the cable guy to move the EFM circuit down the hallway to the new office where we were all sat….. and the cable guy’s awww and phear inducing utterances that they quoted to me when I walked in the door, utterances that ran off their fluffy little bunny coats like water off a ducks back?

“what’s the point in moving a dead circuit”

Now I’m not trying to put you down, you young red pillers, any more than I would put these two down for their IT knowledge, which was indeed leagues ahead of 99.9% of the population.

The lesson is that 4, 6, 10 years of popping red pills is waaaaaay too short a time to get actual experience, y’all are like these fluffy bunnies yesterday, you think your knowledge and skills and experience and your firewalls and anti malware apps and project plans and flowcharts actually amount to shit.

You are acquiring knowledge, which is a good thing, but you need to be acquiring experience, and that is empirical shit where the proof of every pudding only comes after you have eaten the last drop, left the restaurant, digested it, and seen it as an old friend off to the coast from your favourite bog seat.

October 27, 2013

Defence told court: ‘Who knows what was going on in her mind’

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 5:00 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2477790/Young-mother-jailed-making-false-rape-claims-hours-getting-drunk-sleeping-friends-partner.html

October 24, 2013

Ah yes, the Jewish Problem.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:24 pm

Jimmy Saville, I don’t know if he was Jewish or not, he had a Jewish-ish surname, and Jewish-ish facial features, but whether or not he was an actual Jew I know not.

My psycho skank ho ex always hated him and said he was creepy, but then she hated clowns too, and as a policy taking the exact opposite viewpoint of a psycho false rape accusing lying skank ho cunt has some appeal.

What I do know for a fact is the now deceased Jimmy Saville was never convicted of anything in court, which makes him innocent, but being dead he can’t sue the meedja for referring to him as “the sick paedo saville” at every opportunity.

Nor can he do anything when every new atrocity that comes to light gets associated with him, girl goes missing in 1979, ooh, Jimmy Saville was known to be 5 miles away from where she was last seen in 1979, so maybe he did that too.

Next we will have it on good authority that Saville colluded with Goebbels, Goring and Himmler and as such had 24/7 access and a staff key to the kindergartens in Auchwitz…. the dirty fucking paedo…

For the record, I don’t actually have anything against Jews, or any other race, though on a bad day I’ll make an exception for anyone called Barry or anyone who drives a silver car…

But, I do have two eyes, so I can see things, and Jews are the biggest niggerz of them all, they were the ones who invented “hate speech” as a legal cudgel.

If I was living in La Belle France right now it is a CRIMINAL, not civil, but CRIMINAL offence to say the following.

The Jew claim 6 million jews were exterminated during WW2, if we use the metric system and assume the average human being weigh’s 50 kilos, then the Wermacht had to round up, transport and dispose of 50 x 6,000,000 = 300,000 Tonnes of human flesh.

If we assume Auchwitz was 500 metres by 200 metres, and a mere 1.2 million Jews died there, that is 1,200.000 / 100,000 = 12 per square metre, so Auchwitz would be a mound of dead bodies at least 4 metres high, meanwhile the SS super soldiers with their secret genetic enhancements that would have been required to resist the plague conditions of living in and on a solid mass of decaying corpses, were utilised not on the front lines to kick ass, but in a fucking prison camp next to a war goods factory (IG Farben)

And don’t give me that shit about they were all cremated, I have at one time cremated cattle for a job (BSE, 30 months) and it uses an EXTRAORDINARY amount of energy (that the Wermach were always short of anyway) and still leaves FAR more ashes that you would believe, the mound would still be 50 cm high over the entire site.

To question the “6 million” is NOT the same thing as denying that atrocities did indeed take place, or denying that Auchwitz et al were basically death camps, or denying that the Nazi party had it in for the Jews.

But, it opened the door, the Jews were pushing for this since 1945.

It is not mere censorship, but a re-write of both the dictionary and reality.

it is an example the feminazis followed well, with similarly staggering levels of “success” in their endeavours…

The real “Jewish problem” is how they managed to twist reality so far away from actual reality that just questioning something and asking for empirical proof, or an open discussion, is now considered a crime.

The real “Wimminz problem” is that THEIR policies touch more people every day, and more intimately, and they also probably won’t stop until they make questioning any of the feminazi propaganda a criminal offence.

 

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