Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

It’s like being in court and someone asks you if you belive in truth and justice and the american way ™

You reply you belive in gravity and entropy and chaotic systems.

Nobody understands a damn thing you just said so they pick up on CHAOS and sentence you for being a terr’rist.

The movement of the leaves and branches in the trees opposite me in the wind is a chaotic system, I see beauty in it, I also see beauty in the effect gravity has on it, and I also see beauty in the effect the passage of time has on it (though of course this isn’t entropy as such) and yet…. none of those things do a damn thing for me, I can’t eat them, they don’t earn me money, they don’t get me chicks.

Truth, Justice and the American Way, can’t eat that either, etc, but at least the tree and wind and gravity are all real, and not imaginary.

Money works as a means of exchange because everyone exchanging it believes it makes for a valid means of exchange, when they stop believing that, it stops being a valid medium.

Gravity doesn’t care whether you believe in it or not.

I often quote Sagan here about us living in a world entirely dependent upon science and technology, and yet the people know nothing about science and technology, what could possibly go wrong?

The counterpoint is what I mention above, we live in a world where much of the way we do things is based upon shared beliefs of intangible things that have no intrinsic or actual existence.

99% of what we now call modern civilisation is based upon belief, truth, justice, money, promises, the american way, so what happens when all those beliefs are destroyed?

It really doesn’t matter which brick in the wall we select, you can’t affect one brick without affecting them all, anything that is true for politicians is true for justice is true for commerce is true for economy is true for policing and crime and so on.

Many have stated and assumed that MGTOW was horrible because how dare men just walk away from their duty to wimminz and children and so on.. it’s simply not true, it is delusional, the hind brain knows.

MGTOW is horrible because once an individual man gets fucked over, he didn’t just get fucked over by one wimminz, he got fucked over by everything and everyone except maybe some other guys.

It wasn’t that one vine in the jungle broke and he fell to earth, it was what happened next, everyone else swinging from vines paused to shit on him, animals came up and started nibbling on his extremities, one or two climbed down to help themselves to his goods, the beat goes on.

I am reminded of an old story, and I’ll leave the denominations out because they don’t matter, or a family who hit on hard times, so one priest from one church visited, and offered to sit down and pray with them, some time later another priest from another church visited, and gave them a box full of food.

MGTOW is just a symptom, the canary in the coalmine, of a society on its way out.

Like the ex psycho skank ho, once my belief in any particular system has been shaken, the ONLY FUCKING POSSIBLE way to restore my faith is to see everyone in that system lose their shirt, every single other options tells me that like the shop always shortchanging me, it wasn’t an error, it was policy, and the lack of faith accelerates.

One of the greatest problems for human society as a whole is a collective desire to believe and a collective desire to reward others to do shit for us, so we will keep electing politicians and paying taxes for judges and police and so on.

The BIG PROBLEM, is technology and the internet, we are shifting away from believing in the Donald or believing in the Labour party or believing in the police, and the belief that even if they are bad, we can change them for different people to believe in.

We are believing in things that are not people, *because* they are not people.

10 or more years ago I’d go to my local insurance broker to arrange my vehicle insurance, the company is still there, sort of, they have the same name and are now in a back room upstairs, the rest of the building has been taken over as a pet grooming salon, and the company now just does mortgage brokering, give it a year or two and they will be gone.

Why deal with a person when I can deal with a robot at gocompare or better still several robots and several comparison sites.

Robots are taking over.

Tesla cars miss the point, all self driving cars miss the point, you can’t sell that shit to the guy sitting inside it.

If every *other* car on the road was a robot, *overall* driving standards and safety and so on would go up… that’s what will sell and will make the difference… the USP is not getting ME in a johnnycab, it is getting every other asshole on the road in a johnnycab and effectively off the fucking road.

Go walk down our streets and see all the banks closing, and all the ones that are remaining open the staff are being replaced by machines that do everything, if you’re over 40 you probably hate it, if you’re under 30 you probably love it.

Go hang out in a new fast food joint where there are robots ready to take your order, go *talk* to the customer, they fucking love it, the only problem is the meat slave making the fucking burger who can still spit in it, *that* is what the customers want.. big ass fries from carls junior robot shop.

Technology tarts are telling you how samsung bixby and alexa are all fucking horrible, anyone under 20 can’t get enough of that shit.

Human’s DON’T TRUST HUMANS, but now they have an alternative, they can trust robots…  hello tesla autopilot drivers, you wouldn’t hand ME the fucking keys to your car, but you’ll let your robot drive, and when it crashes, because it isn’t a person, you don’t blame it, you want to IMPROVE it.

Human’s can’t be improved…

McD’s and shit have it wrong.

They *should* have made all the back end fully automated, and have nice pleasant staff up front to take your order and pass it to the robots, in effect that is the basis for my own business.

Every single “less than good” customer that I have ever had have one thing in common.

They want me to over ride the robot, either the time to do the job or the limitations of the design or something else, they want me to eat the gap between what the robot does and what they want, even if it is just money and time.

Think on that, think long and hard and deep on that.

Think long and hard and deep on every system that can’t be roboticised, lets take the justice system, why can’t it be roboticised, well, 99.9% of the reason is robots work on rules, not belief.

Making a robot rule that a woman is entitled to half of a man’s wealth that he earned 20 years AFTER they got divorced can only be done by writing a rule that the wimminz always wins, and marriage will literally end over night, and that won’t matter one iota to a robot.

An excel spreadsheet isn’t the least bit troubled if you only ever use 0.01% of the available functionality… a true statement for 99% of excel users.

Meanwhile the wealth management robot will be busily recommending to everyone to never ever ever go before the family court robot, don’t get married.

It doesn’t matter if the family court robot works on a flat fee per case or a commission basis, revenue will disappear, and the family court robot is competing against the wealth management robot, and they DO operate on a level playing field.

Quickbooks makes accountancy almost irrelevant as a career, I can tell you that so far this year my total Motor Running Expenses account runs to £3,386.03, which is £194.28 insurance (thanks price comparison robot, that’s 2 cars and 1 motorcycle all fully comp insured) £989.19 in repairs and maintenance (I’m *very* proactive with maintenance, maintenance is *always* cheaper than repairs) £323.93 in road taxes and £1,878.65 in fuel.

So the ROBOT that price compared my full comprehensive insurance policies got the price down to less than what I pay the fucking government for road tax, and for every buck I spend on fuel I spend 50 cents on repairs and maintenance (parts and labour and everything else) and out of that £989 so far this year there is £260 for four new tyres for one car, £90 for a new battery for the other, and so on and so on, all three vehicles are around 15 years old and all drive like new with 100% reliability.

Notably absent from the motoring budget is any mention of hire purchase or leasing or financing of any kind.

So the issue then for society is everyone is collectively losing faith in everything that has human beings involved in it and skimming off the top and never delivering on promises.

Society today is in many ways lies backed up by law and enforced by violence backed up by law, and behind it all are people who say it is all ok because these are our belief systems, truth, justice, the american way, and no, you may not question any of those things, how dare you, now buckle up while we award ourselves a 9% pay rise, you disgusting prole.

At least when a robot fucks you over it ain’t personal, it ain’t exuding contempt, it isn’t sticking two fingers up and you and enjoying it.

This is crucial, and this is why collectively we as a society are losing faith in anything with human masters or operatives in it…

It’s crucial because NONE of these fuckers have the slightest clue about how to build and program and control said robots, and you can’t suborn or control them without it being *immediately* obvious… as a species we are becoming *very* adept at spotting the human hand reaching in and skewing robotic outcomes, and there is zero loyalty given to a robot, so the whole house of cards collapses overnight.

Invoking Sagan again, NONE of these cunts understand the technology, which is the ONLY reason they aren’t truly freaking out, just the faintest whispers are making them panic as they are today, in complete disarray, because their monkey brains still think it is just another system that can be suborned by the masses faith in a leader.

Look at Amazon, look at Wal Mart telling truckers you haul for amazon or you haul for us, not both… amazon works because the warehouses are run by robots, and people will enslave themselves to robots more willingly than they will do people, robot bosses don’t drive hellcats that you can’t afford and fuck your missis while you are on shift.

American trucking is in a parlous state because of all the humans in the chain, dispatchers lying to you, drivers working too many hours, too many people on the take.

You can hold your hand out to a robot until your arm falls off, there will be no kumshaw.

Everything you do to game a robot to increase your cut makes that robot less efficient, and the only thing that beats a robot is a more efficient robot, where efficiency is measured on a cost per unit of production basis.

If you have meat robots in your burger shop, you can make them more efficient by replacing management with a robot, you were 0.01 seconds late clocking in so you’re docked 15 minutes pay, and your productivity doesn’t meet the bonus levels so you’re on the min wage, and the algorithm is 473.254 hours away from deciding to replace your ass with another meat robot.

It’s like gravity, it doesn’t care if you like it or believe it, it’s there, it’s up to you if you choose to see it and learn and adapt and survive.

In the future, justice had not only become blind, it had become rather retarded as well.

Not enough robots.

In many ways the early function of this blog was a 21st century survival guide for men who found them selves in an adversarial position with a wimminz, and it then sort of progressed into how to avoid getting into an adversarial position with a wimminz.

At no point did it say that it was flatly impossible for any man ever to find a real woman and be happy, it just made the point, repeatedly, that there is no truth in advertising when it comes to wimminz, that there is no level playing field when it comes to wimminz, and that your actual chances of meeting such a creature statistically they approach zero, so you should run your life accordingly, not as though the statistical probability was significantly higher.

Then, having said everything I had to say on that matter (there is much more to be said, but not by me, I have exhausted my own personal experience bucket on that one) I started talking about things that I saw around me.

Of course some areas of my life are taboo, it’s not that I can’t have valuable insights in my daily life as a small business owner, or private citizen, it is that I can’t discuss them without making my entire life into a public published opera, and I have no wish to do that.

WE also need to question the purpose of the blog, since it isn’t promotional and I’m not selling anything, what is the motivation?

I could say that it is a need to reach out to the community and use the powers of the internet to make friends that otherwise I would not have met, but, that isn’t true, and more than you buy a BK Double Whopper so you can get a paper towel.

We’ll work our way down through memes and what we are left with is mainly “I do it because I must”, there are plenty of other places where I can talk and type stuff, but they are all limited and have various rules and restrictions, here there are none, so it is an outlet.

My home is very modest by modern standards (and it is rented and not my own), it has been referred to as “a dump” and I can’t honestly deny that, I wouldn’t buy it if I won the lottery, it would be easier to tear down and build anew than to restore, the rot has set in that far and that long on something that was never primo housing stock 80 years ago when it was built.

But, setting all that aside, it’s very easy to be comfortable here, despite the fact that in many ways it is the exact opposite of what most would design for a comfortable home, it’s more like a workshop / shed that has had some partitions put up so that nominally one area is the lounge, one is the bedroom, etc, with a sofa and a bed sharing the space with racks full of equipment and tools and bits and pieces.

I know I am sometimes accused of hyperbole, but this is a shot of the left side of the lounge as I sit, you can just see the edge of the monitor on the right (48″ sammy series 7) you can’t see the boxes of stuff and tools to the left, filing cabinet, all the stuff under the monitor, all the stuff on the right or anything else, this is just one room, arguably the tidiest and least cluttered..lol

It’s all slightly tired and slightly older but it is all mine and it all works and it’s all there available for use, even if much of it is “I don’t have an actual use for it now… but I might one day” like the two 12 VDC car cigar lighter to 150 W 220 VAC inverters each of which is the size of a packet of fags (you can see one top middle of the third shelf up, the red thing in the ziplock baggie) and of course piles of HDD’s, GFX cards, a big Huion A4 plus tablet/digitiser, and so on.

Turn it all on it’s head and look at it another way, as some people say, you’re living better than a King in the 1,500’s AD, well, fuck that, I’m living better than a King in 1950, and most importantly, I’m using the monitor and PC and internet connection as it was originally intended, as a communications medium that I am in control of, not some sort of push channel that I pay for that the MSM of the world get to push their content down for me to consume blindly.

So, back to the beginning, how do you cope in a world where everything you are told is a lie and the MSM exists solely to dumb you down and steer you towards idiocracy?

How do you cope in a world where when you go outside that front door, most of the people you will see are embracing their own headlong progress towards idiocracy?

Where do you get your “real” data from?

Well, everything you see in the picture is just a tool, it so happens that the tools for IT and internet connectivity you can barely see in the pic are used *properly*, and not to consume “Ow my balls”, but that’s neither here nor there.

The thing you can’t see in the picture is the person taking the picture, and nowadays with webcams and all it isn’t even certain that there is a person behind the camera that took the photo you are looking at, so you can’t even always infer that there was one.

The thing you can’t see in the picture is that the person taking the picture is master of all those tools, not servant to any of them… you can see a Virgin supercraphub in the picture, what you can’t see is that it has been in modem only mode since the day I got it, I’ll write my own firewall rules, routing and DNS and so on for the Draytek you can see in the picture (and for the one you can’t see in the picture, you think I’m going to run virtual LAN’s when I can run properly discrete ones on physically separate devices?) down the bottom is a NAS I built myself from components because I neither trust Drobo / Qnap / et al and because I have zero use for a NAS that stores files in a format that I can’t just hot swap into a bay into any of my PC’s and read (there’s also a HDD docking station hidden away behind the landline phone) so I built it myself and thanks to Stablebit I can choose the level of file duplication I want (generally two copies of everything and no two copies of anything on the same drive) and it’s all native NTFS and it’s all firewalled away from both the WAN side of things and much of the LAN side here too.

And yeah, the limiting factor on both read and write speeds is the gigabit LAN, so hey, it can’t get any better, and no files lost or corrupted and no downtime since it was built in (checks scan website – April 2015) –  bill of parts 300 quid, plus however many 200 quid a pop 6tb WD reds you like, the case will hold 8

Hopefully you’ll have picked up on the fact that nothing that has been described above could be called a plan or an operations manual or a step by step guide, because it’s nothing like that, it’s more of an overall approach or attitude.

If you need a NAS, roll your own.

If you need a NAS and do not know how to roll your own, start a research project so that you can educate yourself to the point where you can roll your own.

Buying a drobo or qnap because you have convinced yourself that you will never be able to roll your own or it will never be as good etc etc.. that’s like getting your information from ZH and the daily fail and BBC because you have convinced yourself etc etc.

Don’t get me wrong, *DO* check, in great detail, the drobo / qnap etc websites when speccing your own NAS, known bad data is just as valuable as known good data, which is why I skim the daily fail website daily.

Don’t get me wrong, I have no more idea than you when or if yellowstone is going to blow or the middle east is going to erupt, and you’ve been brainwashed if you believe that that lack means that everything I say is both a waste of time and bullshit.

Knowing WHEN or IF for either of these scenarios of any other scenario IS. NOT. THE POINT….

The point is like the NAS box, cultivate within yourself an overall attitude and approach to problems, because that is the ONLY POSSIBLE way to adapt and survive.

Every other possible approach makes you a dumb consumer.

There is nothing wrong, per se, in being a “grass eater”.

There is everything possible wrong with being a grass eater who doesn’t know how to plant and grow grass to eat, or what other things can be eaten as a substitute, and the differences between meadow grown grass and astroturf.

The tools shown peripherally in the photo above are enough for any man (or any person) to embark upon that never ending journey of discovery and enlightenment.

Even daily skimming the daily fail website, you have a pot with 10,000 identical looking peas in it, some of them are placebos, some of them are good for you, some will poison you, but, they all look the same.

Saying things like scanning the daily fail may identify some proportion of the poisonous peas, but it doesn’t help, because you want to know which ones are good and tasty, is the first part of your own deprogramming to address.

*ANYTHING* that identifies some of the bad peas increases you odds, and everything else is an iterative game, any filter that spots bad peas, even if it is only 0.001% effective (provided it doesn’t identify false positive too much) can become remarkably effective when employed with a half a dozen similarly “useless” filters, when you set the whole thing churning iteratively so every pea gets to go through the filter process at least 10 million times.

When a shop gives you the wrong change every day and the error is always in the shops favour it is not an error, it is policy.

When terrorists or wall cladding or so on are all known to teh authoritahs it’s not an error, it’s policy.

When MSM stories are all ow my balls it’s not an error, it’s policy.

When every supermarket in the country tells you that it is all about quality and value for money and a little ten year old girl won’t ever eat any of the meat of any kind (red white or fish) that is put on her plate, yet, I can go to my butcher who is also a farmer and grows his own meat, and buy a burger patty (which doesn’t shrink when you put it in the pan) not topside or sirloin or anything special, just a fucking burger patty, cheap food made with ground meat, and serve that up to the same kid, and next thing you know the plate has literally been licked clean and they are sitting there on the sofa contented and distended and smiling, you know everything the supermarkets say and do and sell is a lie.

Do you do a drobo / qnap and throw your hands up and say you do not know any such butchers, or do you use the internet to find one, or find someone 100 miles away like me who lives 2 miles away from one, and enter into a little private commerce, buy it, freeze it for me, pack it insulated and ship it to me, or fuck it, I’ll come down for the day and try your farm shop too.

This town is full of people who will drive 20 miles each way to work and 30 miles each way for an outing, who won’t drive 2 miles one way to the butcher and 3 miles the other way to the farm shop, because it’s “easier” to drive 4 miles to the superstore and get everything in one place.

It’s YOUR CHOICE to be one of them, or not.

It’s NOT cheaper or healthier or easier to be one of them, that is just another of the big lies.

The picture above is an egg from the butcher, it was taken in normal ambient light with a Note 4, the Bic razor is there because it is something anyone can get to calibrate colour.

That yolk is YELLOW/ORANGE as it should be, and bursting with flavour, and the white is also clear and runny as it should be.

This is an egg that you could have incubated and grown into a *healthy* chicken.

The picture at the end is some back bacon from the same butcher, look at the texture of both the meat and the fat, two rashers of this and an egg was my midday meal today, fried in beef dripping, absolutely fucking gorgeous.

The kicker, the eggs and bacon are both cheaper than the allegedly “equivalent” tesco offering, and a *lot* cheaper than the allegedly organic farm fresh premium quality tesco option.

Tesco aren’t even remotely capable of selling foods of anything even remotely approaching this quality.

And you don’t need to be a top biochemist to work it out, any skinny ten year old girl will tell you.

It is impossible for me (or anyone else) to step outside of myself and look in as a dispassionate and uninvolved observer, and that makes some things very difficult indeed.

New experience X and observation Y and thought Z, they are all seen through a mind that is the sum total of everything I personally have seen and experienced to date, so is this genuinely a new thing, or just a new jaundiced attitude that says more about me than about the thing I see?

When I sit there and mommy is on the phone with a rellie and daddy is wrestling with the washing machine and the 11 year old daughter is openly flirting with me and being sexual, is she really? Or is it just my own experiences that make it seem so? Does she actually know what she is doing and the consequences of same?

The limit of my objectivity is soon reached, but I do know that whether she knows what she is doing or not, many others would also assume that she is flirting, and unlike me, some of them will see that as an invitation to treat, and if that happens when mummy and daddy aren’t around, then better for her if she does know what she is doing, because if she doesn’t the experience is likely to be traumatic and painful.

Today I talked to someone who has been watching some of the 9/11 “truther” videos, they talk to me about free fall speeds and steel structures and so on… I shrug.. they ask why I shrug.. I say I saw it “live” on TV at the time, the first tower was only 1 second into it’s fall when I knew it was a demolition, because no non-demolished collapsing building makes that sort or those volumes of “pyroclastic flow” type dust, it just isn’t possible, so I don’t need to watch videos about the first law of motion and the third law of conservation of energy, I learned that shit back in school, that and many other things I leaned back then made it instantly obvious it was a demolition.

They look at me in awe, I have apparently a godlike understanding of basic chemistry, basic physics, basic electronics, and so on and so forth, and even more awesome, I was learning this shit at 12 and 13 in school… yes, a whole year or two older than the girl opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out and giving me the thumbs up, the girl who doesn’t know where french fries come from or how they are made.

I say no, schools today are churning out kids who don’t know what 2 + 2 is, and that can only be deliberate, because “ow my balls” and some big ass fries for your ‘tarded wife is exactly how they want it.

I don’t think the constant MSM stories about under age sex and drugs and rock and roll and all the other shit are there for ratings or to shock us or to steer elections or anything else, I think it is all there to desensitize us and to normalise it and promote it.

Ensuring that things like under age sex are still wildly illegal while simultaneously ensuring that as many people as possible are doing it is a great way to control the masses.

I do not see *any* evidence at all that *any* kinds of crime, even the most serious, is actively being fought against, on the contrary all the evidence I can see is that every kind of crime is being encouraged, then you can do away with actual fair trials and jurisprudence and all, and just round fuckers up and kangaroo court them and do what the fuck you want to them after all there is so much crime going around everyone is guilty of at least 13 serious felonies…

Now we are pushing for legal abortion at any time up to and including the delivery room, like negative interest rates, the only way up from there is “abortion” after the kid is actually born.

When an 11 year old kid gives you the come on I’ll admit there is a part of me that thinks, you know what kid, lets get it on, see how you like it in practice, followed by the part of me that says yeah old man, this be before or after you dash out for some viagra and a penis pump, followed by the part of me that laughs and says yeah, and won’t you look like a sorry cunt when you do it and find out you weren’t the first, or, in her estimation, the best.. what ya gonna do then old man?

All I do in actual fact is content myself with the fact that that ubiquitous and invisible device, the mobile phone in my pocket, is recording my location live and the audio live, so nobody can even claim I had the opportunity as both parent’s voices are clearly audible as is the sound of one of the neighbours shouting at another of the neighbours about something about dogshit on a trampoline…

yes I live in a constantly branching world of future possibilities in my head, meanwhile outside my head in real life there are no options, the path unerringly taken by all is the one of least resistance through all softest turds that life has to throw at you, and you wend your inevitable way the short distance down the toilet bowl.

I’m momentarily distracted from thoughts that yes I did indeed fuck this particular wimminz, and yes her husband knew about it, so yes in theory this mini skank could have issued in part from mine own loins, by mini skank herself pouting and telling me she has a great sexy body, mummy smiles approvingly at the mini skank and nods while arguing with the aforementioned rellie on the phone about such weighty matters as whether Tesco or Aldi is the best place to buy aubergines…

… I’ve tuned out again and I’m in my virtual world wondering if said aubergines are being bought as foodstuffs or sex toys… … maybe they do a real small range for the kids…

… I look down at the dog lying next to me on the 2 seater sofa with his head on my lap, thus preventing any notions mini skank may have about giving me a lap dance, I don’t know where the found a dog that walks backwards and wags his head, but they did, so anyway I look down at his as I rub his head and I swear he looks at me and is thinking, you and me buddy, we are the smartest two creatures in this room, but you only fucked momma, I’ve had them all.. as he grins and wags his head.

A few moments later the (slightly) older sister comes down modelling her new school uniform for the new school and new scholastic year staring september, the blouse is as sheer as tights and I can see her nipples, and down below she is wearing something that apparently is a cross between a skirt and shorts called a skort, because, they are more modest that skirts which could fly up and expose the g-string or commando poontang, the pic above is a skort, the one she was wearing as all blue with the school logo on the “hem”, but the basic effect was the same.

And I’m straight back to my own school days and the joke about the guy who wanted his trousers so tight they would show his sex, and the tailor replied, listen mate, if they were any tighter they’d show your bloody religion.

I resurface to realise I have been asked how she looks, what can I say, a veritable minefield, clearly I am expected to say she looks beautiful, but mini skank who has been giving me the eye is suddenly paying very close attention, I ask her why she is wearing her (slightly) older brother’s school uniform, everyone laughs, including the slightly older brother, who declares that he is not gay, he can’t afford the correct trainers (more laughter) and besides, it’s not his colour.

The only thing missing is the dog farting and blaming it on me.

It’s time for my visit to end so I go out and get in the car, drive 100 yards down the road, pull over, leisurely roll a smoke and light her up, and contemplate all the acid and shit I did as a younger man, and stupid stories in the MSM about “scientists” postulating that we are living in a computer simulation, and maybe none of this shit is real, maybe it’s all just fucking acid flashbacks.

I can tell it isn’t though, I can tell this is reality and this is the UK, because there are no bright colours or amazing sounds and smells and sensations, everyone is dressed in a variety of samey bland muddy dirty coloured clothing that is all shapeless and Primarkesque, everyone else is checking everyone else out to see how cool they are compared to themselves, it’s fucking raining in June again, and some kid is running down the road being chased by two others with KFC bargain buckets and they are throwing nuggets at the kid in the lead.

There is no fucking way all this shit is in my head, and no fucking way the life I have lived and experiences I have had could twist it up all so bad, so there is only one possible remaining answer, all this shit is real, which means all these cunts are fucking insane, which means I really need to watch my ass.. can’t afford to have anyone notice.

 

It’s a thing people often forget, you give everyone in the office a cheap crap PC, and those PC’s suffer failure at a rate 10x what you’d expect, because in this case the Hidden Actor is the users deliberately sabotaging them.

I’ve seen all sorts from electronics deliberately fried with high voltage all the way up and down the scale, and all of it had in common that fact that someone forgot that Hidden Actors can be their own agents of change with their own agenda, not just cyphers that can be called “users” or “clients” or “customers” or “drivers” etc.

Every time you go out on the roads you see it, people with their own agenda that won’t keep to a lane or follow traffic signs or signals and end up buggering up the traffic flow for everyone.

Many many many years ago as a young man I worked at a filling station, this was the old days where the driver stayed in the car and we pumped the gas for them, and then took cash and made the change from a leather bag on a shoulder strap.

The boss was looking for people that sold gas and pocketed the money, there was one full time gas jockey and I was the third new boy in a row, the other two having been sacked for stealing gas money… a couple of weeks later I was sacked for stealing gas money.

I didn’t steal a penny, it was the full time gas jockey that was on the fiddle, but he wasn’t stealing the gas money, he was stealing the gas, (giving away “free” gas then collecting the cash offsite) but the end result was the same, the pump readings and the amount of money in the till didn’t match up, since this guy was known for never carrying any cash or a wallet while at work (he lived about 100 yards away and walked in and home for lunch etc) and since he has been there years he was excluded for suspicion of stealing cash… easy to do because he wasn’t stealing cash.

Easy to fake *taking* cash and making change with your back to the office too, and in those days, no ways to reconcile anything until the pump readings at the end of the day.

Of course by the time it all came out, having sacked (by then) four local lads for stealing, when none of them had stolen a penny, word spread and his gas sales were down 75% and never recovered, he ended up selling up.

The Hidden Actor in this story was someone giving away “free” gas, when all anyone was looking for was someone (an Actor or Agent) pocketing cash.

You can’t find what isn’t there to be found, and you can’t find something you aren’t even looking for.

I’ve never exploited people but I don’t mind screwing a system now and again, and every time I’ve done it it has worked, because whatever I was doing was basically “Hidden Actor” stuff that nobody was looking for.

Years and years ago I had a flat from september to april all through winter that was above a supermarket, you could climb out the window and use the supermarket roof as a patio, provided you were restrained about it, no parties, just you and your one table one umbrella and two chairs, nobody in the supermarket, who was the landlord, gave a shit.

The flat was all electric and had a coin meter, and they always used to comment about how little was in the meter, and I’d just point at the electric heaters (a mixture of bar radiant and night storage) that were all turned off all the time, nobody ever twigged to the big canvas bag in the corner by the window to my “patio”.. it was basically a canvas tunnel that I’d put up every night at around 9 pm and take down every morning at 7 am that funneled all the hot air from the exhaust side of the chillers for the cold store straight into that window.. from 10 pm until 7 am it could be below freezing outside and I could walk around naked inside, and it was all free… provided I left the bathroom window on the other side of the flat open it didn’t even effect the air flow through the chiller radiator, so it wasn’t hurting them either.

Yet it was the monthly coin meter emptying that was always met with some sort of suspicion, even though the coins in the meter always matched the meter reading for electric used, and the heaters were always off and stone cold.

So, by definition, the Hidden Actor is someone who has is own agenda, and also, his hidden aganda might well be “jeez, that’s so obvious, how did I miss that?” in hindsight, but at the time you never suspect it.

I remember one guy at a place of work who was as suspicious as fuck and as workshy as fuck, but, he did always get the job done, and you couldn’t fault him on anything or catch him on anything, turned out later he’d been starting his rounds with a 90 minute visit to the boss’s house where he porked the boss’s wife monday to friday, regular as clockwork.

Technically he didn’t get caught, the boss got rid of him because even though he couldn’t pin anything on the guy, he was convinced he was up to something and screwing the company somehow… he wasn’t.. he was just screwing the boss’s wife, and it only came out after he was sacked and the wife wanted to know where Jesse was…

But Hidden Actors cut both ways, when I was doing my gig as the Cisco Kid I had a certain pride in my work, so quite often while I was on site doing one thing I’d notice something else that was on the way out, and I’d rectify it before it died or caused a problem, I quit, they hired a replacement, and I hear from lots of former customers that shit started dying, of course the assumed reason is around the time I left a lot of this stuff reached end of life, complete bollocks, but there you go.

The best examples I know of the Hidden Actor working for good are the glass foundry and the ship propeller shaft lathe stories, both of which i’ve mentioned here before, both of which involved hugely experienced old guys being let go to be replaced by young guys and new machinery, none of which had any idea at all about some of the learned skills and tricks the old guys had employed.

Old fashioned white western society as a whole worked because there was a whole lot of hidden actors working for the common good, and avoiding exploiting the tragedy of the commons, because, well, that’s the way things were back then.

As a child you didn’t have to worry about how far away from home you were or anything else, you could ask anyone for the time, or knock on any door and ask for a glass of water or to wash your hands etc, the idea of being refused or chastised was unthinkable, so for parents they didn’t worry much, because wherever their child was, they were near an adult, and so they could ask that adult for assistance or help or directions or anything else.

That hidden actor is gone, now if a kid walks up you shoo it away and look around guiltily in case someone thinks you’re a paedo, there was a case around here not so long ago where a guy was outside a primary school photographing it and the police were called, he was just an ex pupil who had long since emigrated to australia and was back in blighty for a holiday and fancied the idea of photographing his old school, especially as he has heard it was about to be pulled down and replaced with some modern PPI financed monstrosity…. what’s more he was in a public place on a public street and breaking no laws of any kind, not even trespassing to take a better pic.

There are quite a few Hidden Actors at work in that little scenario, and once you are wise to them you’re reaction to the story is no longer “WTF!”, it’s “well, duh.. what did he expect??”

For the first time in my life (in previous times I was too young and inexperienced to be asked such questions) I now find myself regularly being asked what is going on, what I think is going to happen, how should they prepare for whatever is going to happen, by people who are starting to see all sorts of signs and portents, from the military gray cargo planes flying in and out of our local airport all week, to yellowstone to quatar to brexit to high rise building cladding to anything you like.

Suddenly the great unwashed are becoming aware of the existence of Hidden Actors everywhere, and they are uneasy.

All I can say is welcome to the party, you’re 20 years late so we started without you.

If you have a cunt you better be offering it to me for free as well as loyalty and obedience and all that good stuff.

If you have a cock you better have tools and the ability to use them, and a willingness to exchange your services for mine etc.

If you fall into neither of these categories then you’re a hidden actor, and not to be trusted or relied on or back turned to etc.

Wannacrypt / petya / notpetya / etc, hell, more hidden actors than you can shake a stick at, and fuck all else.

So while the never ending russiagate stories aren’t going away, three minor crisis actors handed in their resignations to CNN so move along please, nothing to see here, aaaaaaaaand, in the next breath the US is warning Assad not to do the gas attack on his own people that he is planning….

I’m actually reminded somewhat of my own psycho skank ho ex, there were just so many lies, about absolutely everything, and I believe it was all a ruse to cover the truth.

Insofar as the fact that to this day I neither know nor care what the truth is, the ruse worked, insofar as the truth was probably pathetic and mundane and inexcusable, the ruse didn’t work.

The mainstream media may not be the actual white house etc etc, but, singling out the mainstream media itself, I can’t think of any remedy other than total dissolution, and crucially, I can’t think of any artificed prices that would be too high to pay when presented with such an option… you can’t end the media, 10,000 innocent babies will die… well, that’s too bad for the 10,000, even assuming I suddenly start buying your bullshit.

In fact if I am going to start drawing parallels here, and I think I can (the recent post with the video “don’t worry, be happy” illustrating that all media channels are one and the same) there is a direct relationship between how often a psycho lies and how much scrutiny they are under.

The old saying goes that you can tell how free you are by the things and people that you cannot name, and I can sit here and tell you story after story after story, and 99.99% of the response I will get is “even if that were true, which I doubt, it doesn’t change the fact that it is an isolated example, 99.99% of <insert here> aren’t like that”

Yeah, the conspiracy theorist angle, seeing a puddle on the ground and extrapolating it to an alien invasion next tuesday.

I have a theory about the rabbit in the headlights, it’s just some interesting phenomenon that is out of the ordinary for the rabbit, and being out of the ordinary it doesn’t have any canned responses, and so it watches the unusual thing to see what happens… and if you think humans react any differently you should start watching disaster videos on youtube.

I went to *one* football match when I was young, small team, small town, small crowd, I’ve been to a lot of concerts, always the same thing with me, once everyone else starts looking in one direction, I find it impossible to do so and start looking around.

I’ve since met some others the same, something hard wired in us to react to everyone around us looking at one thing, we glance at it and start looking at the people and start looking elsewhere.

I spend maybe a minute every day skimming through the daily fail website, not because I have any interest in the news, because there isn’t any, it’s all anti-news and propaganda, and that’s why I skim through it, what’s the briefing today?

It’s like wandering through the aisles in a modern supermarket, 999 sorts of chocolate biscuits and 999 sorts of hair shampoo and 999 sorts of sauce… WHERE IS THE FUCKING FOOD??  There basically isn’t any… not that’s fit for human consumption.

But the point is that is has now descended beyond farce and parody, look at that nasty evil bully Assad, watch him, he is going to gas his own people, the nasty evil bully, and while you’re concentrating on the dead parrot on the floor of the cage someone slaps the cage and says “LOOK, it MOVED”..  Assad just gassed that gorgeous beautiful innocent baby girl.

Of course while you are looking at Assad or Syria you aren’t looking at anything else, and like all rabbits when you’re looking at headlights your brain is not going through any critical thinking, it’s just sat there absorbing stuff looking for a pattern that will trigger a canned response.

Why should “Assad” be any more real or independent or anything else than “Trump”?

If you look down between your feet at your lawn and actually look, and see that maybe 10% of that “grass” is actual grass, the rest is moss and small broadleaved plants, then it’s a safe bet the same thing is true for your neighbours.

The media in Syria doesn’t have any of the issues we have here with western media, the two are different things… really?

.. and the weather today in aleppo is sunny, humidity is high at 72% and there is a 12% chance of sarin creeping in from the west..

I met *one* mega wealthy man years ago, and he knew exactly what the fuck was going on in the world, the sort of guy that if he has been poor and won a lottery jackpot he wouldn’t have gone out and bought a mansion and a Bugatti, he’d have gone out and bought a warehouse and started filling it with tech toys from alibaba and fanuc and so on.

He deliberately avoided all of the other mega rich because he said they all lived in a fantasy world, it may be my memory playing tricks or he may have actually called it a disneyland.

Every country is now a disneyland, as is every economic market within every country, as is every social and political construct within every country.

Some voices in the MSM have aggregated enough power to drown out others, like a 50 kilowatt AM station drowning out a local one, but the local ones are pumping out pap too.

The planes of 9/11 literally cannot fly as fast as whatever it was that did hit the various things on those days at those altitutes without breaking up, the planes of 9/11 were made of alloy, light alloy, friend of mine used to do the health and safety shit for airport maintenance DO NOT WALK OR STAND ON THE WING etc, yet these same wings cut  through MULTIPLE 2″ box section steel beams like a hot knife through butter, collapsing buildings can’t fall at free fall speeds, there are any number of things that NEED to be explained before a story is credible, and pointing this out doesn’t make you a “denier”

Kersosene doesn’t burn hot enough to melt steel.

I have heard from someone that the US navy ship that managed to collide with a container ship off Japan was actually trying to put itself under the bows of the container ship so it could be run down and sank, but the container ship screwed that up.

I don’t know, it could just be more bullshit like all the bullshit I’ve read in the media about the incident, and that the point, it brings me back to the psycho skank ho ex.. the actual truth no longer matters.

We’re at the stage now where the pedalling of disinfo is deliberate and mainstream to such an extent that nobody can afford to have anyone turn their heads away from the headlights and look around themselves and at their fellow citizens.

Which means we are at the point where whatever the price we are told we have to pay as a society for all of these disney characters to fall on their own swords is worth it, and I feel they all already know this, hence the latest uptick in the levels of duplicity and insanity and bullshit.

I know, but cannot prove, there are enough memes that I have discussed on here that have turned up a week later on the daily fail website as “news” that it is a regular thing, “news” sources are outsourced like a chef sending out for a tray of eggs, he doesn’t really give a fuck, as long as the diners are happy with their prada paper clip.

 

I’ve been around long enough to know my own sexuality, what happens to it when I drink, what happens when I abstain, what happens when I am in company, what happens when I am alone.

I wouldn’t say my sexuality has *changed* so much over the years as it has *evolved* over the years.

I’ve never had the slightest interest in coprophilia (shit play) and that’s never changed, hey, if it floats your boat, that’s fine, but it does nothing for me and never has.

So while my sexuality has evolved, it hasn’t suddenly sprouted new things, nor have old things suddenly died off… I was never a great licker of cunt, for example, I can’t give an exact number, but I suspect that the fingers of one hand are sufficient to count the total number of wimminz I have done it to, and the fingers of the other hand are sufficient to count the number of times I have done it to each, so again it is another example of something that hasn’t changed much.

I’ve never had homo sex either, but again, if it floats your boat, more power to you, and while I don’t *get* the sexual attraction towards another man’s hairy asshole, I can conceive that for some it is indeed a genuine attraction.

Some things I have never been able to conceive of however, one such thing is watching another guy fuck “your” woman.. yeah, I get the whole competitive sperm thing and the cuck hardon thing, but I don’t get how you can have any feelings for the skank in question.

To me, the definition of “my” woman has always been she only gets my cock, sure, she may have had other before me, but once mine goes in, if another one goes in, mine doesn’t ever go in again, assuming I now about it.

Fuckbuddies and cum-buckets I don’t give a shit, they aren’t “mine” and I would not want them to be.

Specifically what I am on about here is blokes who “share” women who they call “theirs” and who also claim to love and respect and care for said wimminz…. nope… can’t fucking see it… don’t mean don’t get it like homo sex, mean don’t buy it… not one bit.

And this doesn’t change, depending on recent sexual history or lack of same, I’ve *never* bought it.

The only thing that did change was when I was younger I’d have sympathy for the wimminz in question, mainly because when I was younger I’d buy those stories about being raped, and it seemed unfair for the wimminz in question to lose twice, once by being raped and twice by being dumped by some other guy for it.

It was only in later years that I learned that the rape only became one when the regular guy found out about the other one, in a bid by the wimminz in question to have her cake and eat it.

In my younger years I never questioned why it was never chicks that looked like one of the ex’s on the right that got raped, only the hideous fat ugly bitches, because in my younger years I never questioned why a guy would wear a balaclava and grab a gun and rob some kid’s lemonade stand for 25c, when for the same crime and time you could have hit a bank and maybe gotten some real money.

There are not gangs of feral youths out there stealing fucking lada’s and trabants, but every time I see a wimminz who claims she has been raped, I’m left with the feeling they should be grateful for the cock, because nobody sober or with any self respect would ever go near them.

I’d still bang Lyud if she still looked like that, she won’t, of course, so I wouldn’t bang her, again, more proof that my tastes haven’t really changed… even if my realistic ability to pull 20 somethings that look like that has faded dramatically with my own increasing years (I’m not rich..lol)

But it isn’t just the “sharing is caring” cucks that trouble me, there appears to be a whole load of new things around now that trouble me, “straight” guys who have sucked a cock, but they are straight because they never took it up the ass, wimminz who will charge 5 guys £25 each for “expenses” to cover the £20 travelodge room to gang bang her, but they aren’t whores, oh no, not at all, how dare you say that, guys who look like welders in drag calling themselves “girls” and meeting “straight” men in lay-by’s and woods to take it up the ass, and this shit isn’t the fringe any more, it’s the mainstream.

Just today in the local paper there are stories about sick evil vile nasty men raping your underage girls, cut their balls off and electrocute them all, bastards, and the very next page very small ticked away in the corner stories about wimmins who have had “sex” with underage boys AND plied them with alcohol and drugs being given suspended sentences, and the woman all look FUCKING ROUGH, you know, not the mom I’d like to fuck fantasy, more the “I can see why she chased young boys, nobody older would touch it with a bargepole” and fucking EVERYTHING is covered in shitty tattoos lately, most of them look like they were done by some crackhead with a 9.99 tat kit from china via ebay.

I kinda reminded of the recurring gag in the new chips movie about yeah bro, everyone is eating everyone else’s asshole out now bro.. it’s the only way to fuck..

I guess the bottom line here is that I sort of feel entitled, given my sexual history, to have the odd bout of ennui, aww not this shit again, gimme something different and new and exciting…. but today, man it used to take me weeks or months or years of doing something before it got old, nowadays.. nowadays doing it half assed just the once is enough to move on up to the next thing.

And there just *ain’t* that many possible varieties and flavours, you crack on through them like that and you’ll have used up the whole field of experience in a few short years at best, which is why I think a lot of this wierd shit that I can’t really relate to is coming from, which is why when I look at personals profiles nowadays most of the wimminz look like crazy fucking sex offenders, and if they are female and under 25 they *will* have at least 5 different dating / swinging / hookup profiles floating around out there, which brings me on to the final thing.

They are *all* abusing alcohol and drugs, had a bit of a revelation about this last week, young woman I know, late thirties, goes into A&E to have some pain checked out, women’s plumbing thing, nothing very bad, but the nurse was surprised at the condition of her liver and kidneys on the scan, so much so she commented on it and said “you don’t drink much do you?” to which she replied no, hardly ever, one glass of wine every few weeks maybe…

…. that’s one thing I *do* remember well, booze and drugs didn’t make for great sexual experiences, or selection…

Rome is definitely falling again.

This time next year it will be all “So you fucked a ten year old, that’s boring, at least tell me it was a foursome with a donkey and a midget…”

A year later and wimminz will be getting paid help and counselling for the tragedy of having to fuck a primary school boy, after all, nothing else quite so clearly illustrates how desperately in need of help and money and support and love she is, some man to look after her and share her with the primary school kids because he loves and respects her so much, and you know, sharing is caring…

I’ve mentioned previously the “suspicious” 12 year old porno that started appearing in perfectly ordinary newsgroups, well, a while ago it stopped, or so I thought, so I went back thing of just downloading the jpegs from a group as this caught all the proof.jpg screen.jpg and all the others so you could see what the obfuscated post was.

well, the 12 year old porno is back, so another disk wipe done, bastards.

What particularly annoys me is I’m noticing censorship creeping in everywhere, not just usenet, but google searches and everything else, and, it’s getting pretty heavy handed.

This isn’t abitrary censorship, eg Scunthorpe being flagged and blocked, this isn’t specific censorship, eg “how to make a neutron bomb in your garage” (or “how to murder Trump and get away with it”) but it is instead quite clearly “directed” censorship, as in, you can use the filtering process to herd people in certain directions, including the direction of entrapment.

Like I said, it’s getting so obvious that it is now pretty much impossible to ignore, a bit like misandry in media, and it’s pretty much fucking up the whole online experience for many because of that, not necessarily because we want to learn how to make a neutron bomb, but because we were accustomed to running our own meatspace filters on the net, and if we wanted this we’d have signed up for MS Nanny of some other shit and done it all ourselves, and done it better.

I suppose it is all very well if you are like my friend “willy”, that’s not his real name, but it will do, see, thing is, willy decided many moons ago that he did not like being a man, so he started the transition to being a female, then many months later he discovered that he didn’t want to be a female as such, he’d found happiness as a “chick with a dick”.

Now willy will tell you, that for nearly two years before he started the transition he hadn’t had sex, and willy will also tell you that in the fifteen or so years since then, he hasn’t had sex, he hasn’t had any kind of relationship, or lived with anyone, or anything.. he masturbates in the privacy of his own home.

In willy’s own words to me last summer, repeated a couple of weeks ago, it’s just as well he downloaded the entire internet of shemale porn to wank to years ago when it was easy to find, and archived the whole lot to a Drobo box (willy won’t say how much, but he will say we are talking terabytes, many, terabytes of this stuff) because about 5 to 10 years ago he started noticing something funny, there was no new material, it was all just old shit reposted, some times mirrored left to right or resized, but all the same old shit, and groups that used to have *literally* millions of posts, now have maybe 10 a month, and they are all either 12 year old girl links to beam to domains that are obviously honeypots, or just some ascii garbage.

Like me, willy doesn’t believe for one instant that he was the last person to “trans”, nor does he believe that he is the only person on the planet that has a phone that will happily shoot 4k video, so where the fuck is all the new content?

As willy says, sure, it may not be to your taste, but it ain’t fucking illegal, so why can’t he find any?

What is particularly amusing about this is willy, under his real given name, is mentioned in more than one RFC, he is a coder, and he has a 4 digit slashdot ID (mine was 5 digits back in the day before I walked away from it all) and some of his code is still running today in most high end router kit, so this guy could fucking find it if he wanted to, if it was easily findable, without obviously allowing yourself to be “directed” in certain directions, which instantly trips his paranoia antennae as it does mine.

My intrerest was piqued enough that I fired up my own copy of newsleecher while we were talking, which uses a paid sub to usenetserver which isn’t exactly 100% uncensored, but they never made much effort in the past, tripped the “erotica” tab and searched for “shemale”… after all, it’s not illegal (yet) and what did I find, about 10 results in total for the last 7 days across some 100,000 newsgroups on a server with 99+% retention going back 3,300 days…. fucking unreal.

bang it out to 80 days and there are hundreds and hundreds of matches, but all 11 or 12 kilobytes.

bang it out to 700 to 800 days and it exceeds the results limit easily, and there are lots of large media files there, many of which are DVD sized and a couple are blu ray sized.

Fuck it, willy’s got a point here.

Especially as on the swinging scene I am seeing ever more CD/TV/TS type profiles, not less, so…

So *something* is definitely going on, and I do not for one instant believe that the vanishing of all kinds of porn is just an accidental and unintended side effect of censoring jihadi neutron bomb makers or anything else.

I met willie years ago, I was still mainly a hardware guy then and he was working on the internet backbone routing even then, so he has *years* more routinely working at that level than I do, and yet, even to me, it stinks.

It stinks of multiple players, each messing with basic packet routing, and I can’t think of any good reasons why.

Think wikileaks CIA nasty tools / vault leaks, but not small scale shit that gets targeted against an individual computer or small subnet, this is the same sort of shit at backbone level.

I want to steer you away from potentially being miseld by some fucked boy chick with a dick and his wierdo gay / shemale porn tastes, I want to steer you towards a guy with very very very significant technical skills, telling me that all sorts of “hey, it may not be to your taste, but it ain’t illegal” content is no longer available.

And the only reason *he* can think of why is because a lot of that shit contained metadata… I asked him if that is the case can he look through his many terabytes and see, and he looked at me pityingly and explained that at that level encryption is binary, you either have the key and can see the hidden content, or you do not have the key and do not even know if there is hidden content, a bit like truecrypt, but in a world where nobody except those using even knew there was such a thing, much less that it was possible.

Willy thinks assange is a dead man walking because some cats that nobody knew were in the bag in the first place got out, and now nobody trusts anyone or anything, so everything is getting routed to fuck and back and folks like thee and me just see the heavy hand of censorship everywhere.

Willy says it’s like the plastic cladding on the london tower block that last week nobody knew existed, and this week it’s turning up on almost every building over 10 stories high anywhere in the world, and people behind the scenes are running around like headless chickens, trying to cover their own asses, and point the blame in other directions.

Willy says what’s really going down may be declassified in 30 years, maybe…

I joke that it’s just anonymous outing the alien contact story.

Willy says it’s probably going to be a lot wierder than that.

I don’t fucking know, but I do know something is wierd about how the net is working lately.

I’m thinking of all the rich fags I’ve met, because lets face it when what you are is illegal (it was and still is in many countries) only the smart ones survive, and all of the rich fags I have met have been as sharp as a dagger.

I suspect willie’s survival instincts are a lot more finely tuned than mine.

Thank fuck I already downloaded the entire internet of MP3’s to my own NAS box years ago.

I’ll trade you my Golden Earring for your Debbie Does Detroit, VPN P2P dude, catch you on the other side of the routing tables.

Q. What do the Yellowstone caldera and my car have in common?

A. They are both going to blow up, sometime.

It’s a crucial point, we can say with the closest thing we can ever get to in real life to absolute certainly, that both will at some point blow.

Precisely when and how and how badly? That’s impossible to predict in advance.

Statistics and odds are useful to insurance actuaries and bookmakers, because both are playing the odds to make money, but notably almost all forms of insurance policy make a specific written exception for things classed as acts of god.

Getting “more data” and “better data” is useful to the bookmaker and the actuary to find tune the odds they offer you, as an aside I’ve never understood why people accept that 7 to 4 on is the odds of your pony winning at the track, and refuse to accept that an annual car insurance premium of £2,000 on a £1,000 car is also your odds of fucking up, vehicular wise.

So here in the UK it’s for example not so much about knowing when Yellowstone is going to let go, it’s about getting the news early, and going out and buying plenty of tinned food and respirators and masking tape, you can’t affect whether or not the event is going to happen, you can affect how it impacts upon you personally.

Yes, you are deliberately adopting a strategy that means that you will not suffer to the same extent as those around you, selfish is another name for survival… it’s not the same as adopting a strategy that profits from their loss, eg theft

If your conscience pains you, by all means advise your friends and neighbours to do likewise and stock up on tinned food and respirators and masking tape, after you have got your own in, and make sure you say you yourself are just about to do so in the next couple of days if things get any worse, not that you have done so… they *will* remember your comment, and assume you have enough to go around, and will give of it freely.

If it’s not a supervolcano caldera, if it’s just a car, the same thing applies, you can’t predict when it will happen, but because it is a much smaller system that you have some control over, you *can* take steps that are *likely* to delay and / or minimise the event, by taking preventative maintenance steps.

Your neighbours car that you don’t control? Fuck all you can do about that…

So if we move away from mechanical and natural disasters to financial and economic ones, again, you can’t control the outcome for everyone, but you can make life easier for yourself.

Apart from an overdraft *facility* of 1,250 quid at the bank on one current account, and one (zero balance) credit card with a limit of 500 quid at the same bank, I not only do not owe any money or have any credit, I can’t get to the point where I owe 2 grand even if I tried, so even if interest rates go back to 34% APR overnight, there is a hard limit to how much shit I can get in, and absolutely *nothing* that I own is financed or leased or rented or borrowed, so nobody can take shit on pretext of some debt or other.

It’s the financial / asset equivalent of tinned food / respirators / masking tape for a Yellowstone event.

Can I predict the financial / economic crash? Hell no, nor can anyone else, no matter how much data they have, the difference is I do accept both that it is inevitable and that I’ll have bugger all warning, the difference is I’m not trying to party hearty while the music is still playing.

Hopefully some of you will be familiar with cars like the 60’s chevy impala with the big block V8, a land yacht if ever there was one, over on some of the HD forums now they are talking about the new model range, 900+ lb land barges with 120 cubic inch engines that on a cc per lb basis are no better than a 1949 panhead.

Funny how the top of the range cruiser/baggers from Yamaha and Honda and so on all stick around the same weight and the same cc per lb numbers, so everyone is making fucking half ton 2 wheeled land yachts.

Trying to make these things as nimble as an SR500 suzi single is like trying to make an Impala as nimble as an original mini, so all the shit you add to offset the effects of the extra weight is just lipstick on a pig.

I’m still not putting my dick in that.

I feel like walking into one of these showrooms and looking at one of these 30 thousand dollar land yachts and asking where the fucking jacuzzi and slushee machine is, because I’m not buying a fucking 30 grand thousand pound motorsickle unless it has a fucking jacuzzi and a slushee… no sir..

Saw a 2017 model HD bagger pull into a nursery / garden store a few weeks ago as I was taking my mother there, it was *real* hard to not walk up to the guy and ask if he was maybe going to do a rockery in one pannier with a koi pond in the other one and some nice alpine planting in the fairing…

As I type rumours abound that the 2018 gold wing top range model will have a V12, and a dual leany front wheel arrangement and CVT, probably weigh in around 1,250 lbs dry… fuck it, Honda is big enough to make 500 bikes like that for a joke…. and offer them for sale for 40 thousand bucks a pop, you know, guys upgrading from a boss hoss.

Yeah, my 300 lb wife is really a great fuck when you get to know her.

But, I digress.

I’m getting away from the point of this post, which is that 99.9% of the people I meet want an answer, as in, a specific answer that they can take to the bank, on questions that by definition do not have answers.

For example, no seismologist should ever do anything except present the data they have, and add the comment “I do not, can not, and will not, predict the future”

Never met one that sticks to that, like forensic guys in court they can’t resist talking about odds, 1 in 75,000 chance of that happening, because they know damn well people will play those numbers.

UK National lottery, 14.5 million to one odds and £2 a pop, do it 52 weeks a year and you bet £104 on 14.5 million to one odds.

Odds of a Yellowstone eruption any one year, 750,000 to 1, so nearly 20 times as likely as a lottery win, so on the same basis worthy of £2,000 per year invested… any takers?

This isn’t even going anywhere near the issue that 2,000 quids worth of dried rice (pour it in 5 gallon jerry cans and seal) and tinned foods per year are still owned by you and still edible, but 104 quid on the lottery gets you 52 tiny pieces of paper you can’t even wipe your ass with.

WTF is wrong with people?

Yeah, that explains it.

Conversation I had with someone yesterday, I’ve been telling you for over two years now that everything you have been told is a lie, and for two years you have been telling me you get it, and yet, I show you some stuff (like the video above, very notable Australian and Canadian prime ministers making the same speech, word for word, 4 days apart) you go oh wow, so clearly you DO NOT get it.

Everything means EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING.

*some* of it is coming out in small dribs and drabs, and people still refuse it, they cite Saudi’s refusing fords entry because henry ford was a jew, forgetting or deliberately ignoring the house of Saud and the Israelis have been known as the two sisters of the middle east for 70 years, now it comes out israeli jets are going to Saudi to protect the *new* Saudi succession, yeah, life long enemies huh.

The whole Israel / Saudi / quatar / iran / Syria (US/ UK / russia / china) thing is another Yellowstone or another car, nobody can say when or how, but certain bad outcomes are nonetheless inevitable.

Answers are not invalid or wrong simply because you don’t like them or can’t use them or won’t use them, nobody has any idea *when* Yellowstone will go, or when my car will blow up, or when the middle east will erupt.

And tomorrow is as likely as next year or five years time for all three.

Same as flipping a coin, the odds never change, and no amount of history or analysis or data will predict the next throw, much less the series of the next ten.

 

It seems nowadays barely a month goes by without some guy contacting me, it always goes like this;

“… dude I need your help, I’m currently going through a divorce / domestic violence / child custody case with my current / soon to be ex, and she and her lawyers have come up with this blog and they are saying it is me and it is proof of my misogynistic crap and unsuitability to be a father / to remain at liberty / to be left with anything at all in the divorce… please help, write these people and tell them you’re not me..”

I can, *kinda*, sympathise, I mean I have never sat down here and said this is me, this is my given name, this is my social security number, this is my photo, here is my driver’s licence, here is my address, so I suppose I could be anyone.

In my own case I’ve been blogging one way or another since around 2000, and publishing online since 1995, which was before my own toxic FRA skit by some time, and yes, several “websites / forums / internet groups/posts” allegedly made by me were quoted at the time as proof of my unsuitability to get anything except the death penalty, hilariously none of them were places I had actually done myself, or known about myself, and one of them was of great interest to myself and introduced me to the term “gaslighting” and to the whole concept of cluster B bitchez and every man who ever went near them having the exact same experience.. dude, you’ve been spying on me the last ten years, you *must* have been to have all these details so spot on.

So your cluster B psycho skank ho finds this site via google and decides it *must* be written about her, and therefore I must be you, and therefore any “little” inaccuracies be down to me H^H^ I mean *you* deliberately lying to conceal your true identity, *I* don’t actually exist, you just created a fictitious me to mask your own identity and deed and thoughts and so on.

And you fucking wonder, having gone through years of all that toxic psycho shit myself, first hand like, why I’m not eager to dive back in and play whack a mole with a bunch of shyster lawyers and courts and your psycho ex trying to prove you’re not me?? Seriously?

I’ll tell you the *best* outcome, they’ll privately decide I’m not you, ignore it, and just carry on saying it is you, the worst outcome is they will take some of the INEVITABLE parallel experiences as proof that you are me, and then they add a whole load of mental instability and dishonesty and trying to defraud the courts (or worse still breaching court confidentiality rules) and then you’re fucked, you get a choice of 90 days for contempt of court, or 14 days for contempt of court if you shut down and delete a fucking website that isn’t yours that you did not even know existed until your psycho skank ho ex found it on google and told her lawyers it was you…. … think on it…

You can’t fix crazy, or reason with it, or tell it facts, or anything else.

The hilarious thing is that despite not specifically identifying myself, there are enough factual things here that not only my psycho skank ho ex, but also my sons can read this blog in its entirety and come out with facts, not “yeah that sounds like dad” but FACTS that would allow them to nail my identity down, I live in a fairly small community and while I’m not as well known as public figures like the local mayor or the local police chief, I am nevertheless very well known, and the upshot of that is the psycho skank ho ex and the boys know who I am… hell.. we spent 10 years living together and then 3 years regularly seeing each other in court and if you put all that history as push pins in a google map a 5 minute motorcycle ride will cover the whole area… THEY ALL ****KNOW**** WHO I AM… there isn’t the slightest doubt and there never has been.

But FACTS won’t help you, FACTS were the one thing significantly absent in my own FRA and secret family court cases, the plural of allegation is not fact, and the FACTS are that in this day and age a well known man like me with local connections and history going back 500 years isn’t going to be able to conceal shit from modern investigative policing, and the FACTS are that if even 1% of what I was alleged to have done was true I’d still be behind bars and I’d remain there for a few more years yet.

Of course in my case this means that the psycho skank go ex just goes around telling everyone who will listen (which is about the same number of people who will listen if you get on a bus and say you have an atomic bomb in your pocket and the alien overlords made you do it because of all the anal probing) that it is *because* I am “connected” that I have escaped “justice”.. if I’d been just some regular guy she’d have prevailed in court and been handed all my shit and she’d be getting alimony and so on every month, where the FACTS are she gets jack shit, the FACTS are she is dead to me and out of my life and if I see her or hear her voice or come across an old picture of her 100 years from now it will be too soon.

The FACTS are that I refused to play the game as expected and stay embroiled in everything and keep everyone earning 250 bucks an hour constantly fighting for access to my sons and constantly being frustrated by courts who would do nothing when she refused to hand them over on time when it was my weekend, and then use what we allegedly did do on our weekend together for more ammunition to keep the perpetual victim ball rolling.

The FACTS are that you can cherry pick any of these facts and come up with circumstantial proof that I am in fact you, or you over there, or you over that away, because it’s all the same playbook and all the same story.

The facts are that you asking me for this kind of help, to “prove” to your ex and her lawyers and the courts, that I am not you, is not just pointless from your perspective, it also shows you don’t get it yet, you CAN’T prove shit to people whose paycheck and mental issues depend on them avoiding the truth and facts at every turn.

You are just wrestling with a pig, you get dirty, and the pig enjoys it.

WALK THE FUCK AWAY.

In future I’m going to respond to all of these messages with a link to this blog post.

It was no accident back in the day when the psycho skank ho ex went to her lawyers with a list of websites and forums and blogs and posts all printed out showing what a nasty evil man I was that she didn’t list anything that I have actually published online since 1995 onwards, it wasn’t that she didn’t know about any of that shit, she fucking lived with me ten years, she knew ALL that shit, it wasn’t about facts, it was about coming up with any lie that to her seemed a plausible way to blacken my name.

*probably* this is what is or will happen in your case, your psycho skank ho ex will be taking time out from her full sleeve tats sessions (to prove her new found independence and liberty) to google shit that can be used to blacken your name, she will be looking for anything that can be made to fit in a mentally deranged and unstable mind like her own, while trying not to look too mentally deranged herself, and the fact is that there is so much stuff out there, and so much commonality between human beings, and the very nature of the internet means distance and location is actually not even relevant, that it doesn’t take very much effort that find some shit that will fit her purposes.

You can’t show your clean hands to someone who is only interested in making you out to have filthy black hands, you already did the worst thing by engaging in any kind of dialogue with them, you just showed them that their efforts were rewarded.

Yesterday I wrote about the Yellowstone caldera, you know, the ex is like the Yellowstone caldera, you can’t reason with it, you can’t form a relationship with it, you can’t get promises that mean anything out of it, and when you finally manage to get far enough away that you don’t give a fuck when it blows, YOU DON’T FUCKING GO BACK THERE TO VACATION OR SEE THE KIDS.

In some imaginary future 2018 court case vs my own psycho skank ho ex, the very last fucking thing she or her lawyers would want is for the courts to sit down and spend 3 days reading every single word on this blog, this is *why* they so often tell the po-po that your phones and laptops and computers are full of kiddie porn and pictures of you beating and raping her and the kids, the idea is to separate you from contemporaneous exculpatory data sources… when you are making up lies about what a bastard Fred was to you the last thing you want is Fred remembering that on that date Fred was in Seattle for the week on a training course..

I never claimed to be a white knight, I never claimed to be a wonderful and picture perfect human being and husband to my wife and father to my kids one and all, I never claimed to be an upstanding perfect pillar of the community.

In fact the opposite was always true, I was always a bit of a likeable rogue that never did anyone any harm and that always tried to do the right thing, but I was and remain fallible and human and I do make mistakes, and I always immediately fessed up to everything I did, and got on with life.

None of that has even the remotest connection to what goes on in these secret family court cases, none of that matters, what happens there is like Trump fucks his hot daughter, Trump sucks Putin’s cock, Trump is planning on world war three, but it’s all said in a star chamber and none of the accusers can ever even be quoted, much less punished for anything they say, no matter how outlandish and obscene, meanwhile Trump will be punished for every imagined infraction… you learn, to survive, walk away, do what the fuck you want, none of you ever talk to me again, so long and thanks for all the fish smelling cunt.

Maybe you have been following the news about the quake swarms hitting Yellowstone caldera, maybe you haven’t.

I’m sitting here, I talked a bit last week about falling libido, which means sex is a bit of an intellectual exercise and not an organic one that starts with a throbbing cock, and I’m thinking about a conversation I just had with someone I know.

Sadly for them, they are just waking up to the world and are at the early “everything you have been told is a lie” stage, but they are nowhere near any sort of prepper or bug out stage (reminds me, must dress up the kukri..) and are still hopefully fixated on an idea that it will all just pass a bit like a near miss on a road at night, something that gets your heartbeat up for a minute and then it passes.

Sadly for their kids, none of the shit the psycho skank ho ex said about me being a general rapist and sexual predator and drug and violence fiend was true, I say sadly, because for those kids, particularly the female ones, their window of opportunity with me has passed before it even came around.

I’m not quite sure how I feel about this, I have to accept that the traditional lure of everything female of possible present or possible future sexual relations is past before it arrived for them, I have to accept that if Yellowstone kicks off we’ll have a nuclear winter or two here in europe, the US will try and collect on the billions it’s been paying the south americans and Australians to take displaced yanks, and in ten years time the former US may be a land of gold waiting to be made when rebuilding time comes along, though a Yellowstone is unlikely to give birth to vast rich deposits of new iron and magnesium etc.

The mexican’s may wish Trump had built a human impassable border wall, more significantly perhaps if Yellowstone does let go, san andreas and all the others will go like dominoes too, not that the loss of Kalifornia will be a bad thing, especially if it takes Amazon and Apple and Google with it.

What it (Yellowstone) will do, without any doubt at all, is wipe out the US electricity grid like it wasn’t there at all, and if you wipe out the power grid you wipe out the potable water grid too, and as I said here long ago about New Orleans, if my dad were alive he’d never have believed that said disaster could have gone on so long, considering the big easy was only an interstate away from everything… dad being one of those who came from a generation that if they were told the american’s were building a 6 lane highway on a bridge from New York to Portugal, he’d have said wow.. don’t know how, but if the yanks decide to do it… so what would happen to a US that couldn’t even sort out the tiny corner that was new orleans, if Yellowstone lets go?

“Game over man” is the only phrase I can come up with, whatever is left, and whatever takes its place, it won’t be the US of A, and there won’t be no post apocalyptic Kevin Costner’s reviving the USPS either.

Which kinda brings me back to this person and their kids, “safely” away from that particular threat across the pond by being here in the UK, and it kinda reminds me of every comment I personally have heard about the white welsh guy who went skittle playing outside Finsbury mosque with a bunch of muzzies and a van, I’ve only heard two variations, “good” and “don’t blame him” which is probably the real reason the story isn’t getting too much traction in the MSM, they know that playing it will give the “wrong” kind of reaction.

A bit like my reaction to the possible future plight of his and his (female) children is the “wrong” kind of reaction, the only thing you can put on the table now is (very) underage sex, so for that to work you don’t want some older guy with a failing libido, you want some led by the gonads perv who *will* find that an irresistible offer, and the problem with *that* is that such people are not going to be able to help those kids survive, they certainly won’t get into that moral duty thing that comes from bonding with a woman and having your own kids, they’ll be busy surviving themselves and possibly looting etc.

Hence my comment about these young human beings having missed a window of opportunity before that window even came around, at least as far as someone like me is concerned, and if someone like me is what they need to survive, then they’ll die, along with 50 million or more americans the first month after Yellowstone, and the grim reaper is an equal opportunities kinda guy, he don’t care about some cute smart genuinely nice kids with 70 years of life ahead of them, his scythe will mow them all down like grass.

Of course the demise of the great satan of the west (the USA) to a Yellowstone will only see the people and the lands wiped out, 99% of the Senate and Congress and DC will survive the event, so will their money, so those that don’t leave the sinking ship will be the ones left with their hands on the tiller for the rebuild.. and if that don’t make you feel all warm and fuzzy..lol

But of course it would create a power vacuum, and nature abhors one of those… being brutally honest beyond a year or two of climate change wiping out the US won’t make a whole lot of difference to Europe on the face of it, we get most of our shit from china anyway, so while there may be some “unexpected” side effects such as Yellowstone killing the USA and taking MasterCard with it which means I can’t buy my new Korean phone on credit, most of the wriggle room is going to centre on how the global players that remain react to the absence of the leading actor from the stage when the curtain goes up every day.

I’d expect the mexicans to push north and take over texas, and I’d expect the Canadians (who’d be facing even harsher winters and poorer summers and crop failures for a year or two) to push south down the east coast, after all it’s all just overland for these two.

I’d expect Israel and the middle east to disappear into a war zone, probably littered with mushroom clouds, and for there to be nothing but a new Persia left afterwards, with chinese partners building everything.

I’d expect the EU politicians to form a disorderly queue in their eagerness to suck Putin’s cock and sell their assholes to Beijing for a spit roasting, only to find that both think of them much as I think of the previously mentioned guy’s kids, a window of opportunity that passed before it ever arrived.

In matter of fact I’d expect both the Russians and the Chinese to make entirely genuine offers of assistance (grain and rice etc) to a soon to be starving US population, without any real conditions and a “pay us back someday when you can” attitude, offers that never get very far off the ground, because of the DC swamp.

For most I’m guessing it will be like the guy’s little kids, they’re too young to have any sexual thoughts or feeling of their own, so they have zero hope of ever understanding how the allure of something they may one day have is like the seed that fell on stony ground and never germinated, much less made it into a loaf as flour, everything is a great mystery, drowned out by the immediate concerns that there is nothing to eat, and no power, and no water in the taps, and it’s cold and dark.

Two weeks later the Icelandics will turn up like mad max with the last of the american V8’s and sink geothermal power stations into the still glowing caldera and run grids north to Canada to sell the power.