Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

Admittedly this is anecdotal, and admittedly I’m talking about 25 years ago, but I spent “longer than the summer” in Greece, and went everywhere from Patras in the east to Klimaki in the west and tossed around the southern half of the Peloponnese, along with periodic visits to the toilet that is / was Athens, also did the island chain down to Milos / Antimilos, Kapsali and all the Saronics in Athens bay area.

I wasn’t a “tourist” I was there mainly working and drinking and partying, I wasn’t there on holiday, though I did do a brief stint of work for a company that was in the tourism business.

Getting around Athens was mainly done on the buses and urban trains (they were busy digging up everything for the new metro extensions) and to and from the islands on the russian made hydrofoils.

Here’s the thing.. nobody (local) paid, only the tourists paid, if a conductor / ticket sales driod approached you, the standard response was “gamisou” (sod off) and turn away and ignore them.

Same with the toll roads, only an idiot or a tourist paid, if you could go around the barrier or force it up or anything else, you did.

Nobody paid any kind of taxes either, nor did they pay any heed to things like planning permission and so on, and of course if you were Greek and had kids, you were untouchable unless you did something seriously wrong like kill someone.

If you had a boat why pay harbour dues, when all you had to do was have the odd drink at the harbour bar where the fishermen and harbour master drank, and make a point of buying the odd round and smiling and being friendly.

The point I’m trying to get across here is there was an entire culture of “free shit” and the only saving grace as a people was you could eat and drink and then pretend you did not understand what they said when you asked how much, and hold your hands out with surplus money in them, so they have to steal from you to overcharge you tourist rates, and back then at least, they never would… show your appreciation by staying for another beer.

I drank Amstel beer and smoked Sante Skiato fags like the old boys did, none of your trendy modern imported shit, I pretty much didn’t drink any liquid but beer the whole time I was there.

It came as no surprise to me at all that 2 decades later the free shit train came off the tracks and the people got up in arms, it was a bit like my years in Spain which were not long after the fall of Franco, the Greek military coup ended around the same time, and in Spain I got in at the height of the post dictatorship laissez faire, and in Greece a bit past that, still laissez faire, but the lite calmed down version.

Don’t assume from this that I am saying that the Spanish peoples and the Greek peoples are pretty much the same, all northern Med types, because they aren’t, they have more to set them apart than they have in common.

Read about ancient history and you’ll think these places are amazing and magical, fucking GO there, preferably on your own 2 wheeled transport, and you’ll find ancient capital cities of world spanning empires that would fit in a Wal-mart car park, I’m pretty much speaking literally here.

I’m going to digress for a moment and go further back in time to my own younger years as a pubescent school boy in a catholic school system, one of the things that used to delight me was the fact that the bible mentioned so very many different things and events in all its various sections and stories, but nobody could ever explain to me how there was no mention at all of the pyramids, which Herodotus knew about and wrote about 400 years BC, so we know the Greeks and Romans knew all about them, but the bible which was (largely) set twice as near to the pyramids and 400 years later… crickets.

I went off piste there because it makes a lovely example, we don’t know *why* the bible doesn’t mention the pyramids, we just know it doesn’t.

Riding around what used to be ancient Greece and visiting these sites (it’s probably a lot like yanks coming to England and visiting Stonehenge… is that fucking it??) gives you a visceral understanding that world populations were unimaginably lower back then, and so by modern standards an incredibly modest and small structure would assume world fame status, and back in those days the Centurion in charge of 100 men at arms was pretty fucking awesome indeed, probably the nuclear bomber of the day, even though today it’s just a small Company with a Craptain in charge, anyone capable of fielding a regiment or a brigade, well, pretty much science fiction or a hollywood rewriting of history, true legendary stuff like Thermopylae pitted 7,000 Greeks holding a narrow path against maybe as many as 100,000 Persians, 14 to 1 odds, but doable given the tactical advantage of the region until Ephialtes sold out his countrymen and showed the Persians a way around, and then 1,500 greeks (including the 300 spartans of hollywood fame) went on a suicide mission to delay them while the rest of the Greek army pulled back and regrouped.

Little is made nowadays of the forces of population pressure, the Persians had to either go on a conquering war or Xerxes of Persia faced internal revolt and the end of his own power trip.

Napflion back in the day probably had a population of 1000 or so, estimates reckon Athens had a TOTAL population of around 125,000 (of whom only 35,000 would be local adult male citizens) back in 400 BC, so it blew away London 1,500 years later in 1066 AD with only 10,000 people, so it’s important the realise that for the times, these places (Rome, Athens, etc) were insanely big, and I do not mean like today where the residents of London or DC act like they are the whole country, back in those days these places pretty much were the whole country, which is why historically people talked about Rome and Athens, not about the country they sat in and controlled.

And the historical record shows us that that shit worked, when a million people was an entire massive nation, particularly so when 3 out of every 4 people in a city were either slaves or wimminz and not citizens, Athens could pick 1 in 250 of its population and have an army of 500 men at arms, and that’s basically big enough to just steamroller over everything in its path, short of another nation / city / capital, or a foreign nation as an invasion force.

Athens in 1995 with a population of around 3 million was basically ungovernable, because they were all citizens and none of them were slaves or property, you can’t touch any of them without pissing them all off, so in 8 months of riding trains and buses and hydrofoils for free, never paying a toll, never paying a tax, I never saw or heard of anyone who got into any shit for it… and I was a fucking foreigner, if anyone would have been nabbed it would have been me.

Effectively the only thing you have left is a very few rules that get enacted against a very few people who kill or murder, because the rest of the population goes along with that, and that is pretty much your entire toolkit.

Effectively the individual has to self select themselves to stand apart from society and kill some sucker to even appear on the radar, until that point, there is nothing in the toolkit that can be brought to bear on them.

So now Athens has an estimated population of around 4 million, and as opposed to back in 400 BC when 1 in 4 was a “citizen” and the rest were property, now 1 in 4 is basically a foreigner, with all the rights of a citizen, and suddenly that toolkit just got a lot weaker, because 1 in 4 of the population are going to start screaming about auslander-o-phobia or some such shit, and it is even more ungovernable than it was back in the mid nineties when you had fuck all chance of making anyone pay their share of anything, but everyone still has their hands out for their share of the free shit.

You basically *cannot* even address, much less solve, *any* of these issues, until you make additions to your toolkit, and you can’t make *any* additions to your toolkit until and unless you start separating the population into different groups or classes of people.

So the mayor of Albstadt in southern Germany says yes, we have a population of 45,000 and a budget that allows us to have 5,000 school places, so they first go to people whose parents and grandparents were born here and paid taxes here, then if there are any left to those whose parents were born here, then if there are any left to those who were born here, then if there are any left to those whose parents and grandparents were born in Germany, then if there are any left to those whose parents were born in Germany, then if there are any left to those who were born in Germany, then if there are any left to those who are white European christians, then if there are any left to white European pagan and atheists, then if there are any left to Australians and so on…..

… and also we have a law, if your children are not attending school, both you and they are deported to any country of their choice, or imprisoned, Spiekroog will make a nice internment camp, and we won’t be shipping any supplies or shelter or anything else, you’ll have to live off the land, such as it is…

Or, we can not do these things, and stoke the fires up.

When the freeloaders and invaders have destroyed the rest of the infrastructure so that for example fires once set in Athens will just burn out of control until there is nothing left, then maybe again Athens will support a population of as many as 125,000 people, 1 in 4 of whom will be citizens, 3 in 4 of whom will be property.

Of urban areas, there will be nothing, because all urban areas are all basically parasitic “cities lite” or rural, and the only way you’ll find niggers and ragheads working the fields is if they have chains on their ankles.

The population pressures that drove Xerxes of Persia to invade Greece are still here today, but the invaders are not people who will fight to have some farm land of their own to till, or seas of their own to fish, or forests to husband and harvest.

And just like 480 BC, it’s fucking cunts on our own side doing the same as Ephialtes selling us out, so it isn’t going to be a war fought at the borders, it’s going to be fought on every street.

ISIS *wants* shit like yesterdays news that a white guy took a leaf out of their book and ram raided some muzzies outside Finsbury mosque, they think it will provoke more radical ragheads… beware the fucking white man when he is riled up good and proper, he’ll show you true barbarism and atrocity.

 

Obviously I’m just “one guy” so it’s all pretty much anecdotal, and the usual “your mileage may vary” disclaimers should apply, but….

Let’s talk about sex.

As a young teenager I’d get hard ons for no reason at all, let’s face it there is nothing the least bit erotic about being sat in history class or waiting for a bus or buying some fish and chips, nevertheless I’d suddenly become aware that my cock was rising and throbbing.

Contrast that with much later in life, eg now, where it doesn’t do anything at all unless I have a good mental erotic thing going on.

And while I discuss this subject, please bear in mind that I am not in any way dismissing the influence of factors such as lizard brain urges to reproduce and chemicals in the environment or diet as contributing or detracting factors.

When I was 14 a photo of a naked woman would (it seems in hindsight) get me hard, and the only way to deal with that was to rub one out, so it’s hard to say exactly what has changed in the intervening years, now I’ll find faults with the women in the picture, and imagine the real flesh fucked up skanky bitch she in all probability is, and there is no urge, and no twitch from down below.

I don’t know how much of an issue desensitization is either, I could be bored with shit because I’ve seen to much of it, or I could be bored with shit because it doesn’t trigger the same receptors in my brain, one way or another I have consumed too much porn, and too many skanks in real life, and whatever the root cause, the next one in the series holds about as much interest to me as hearing there is another episode of the walking dead out… I lost interest by series one episode three because it was all just more of the same.

I do think that a side effect of this is people will desire stronger / different porn to get the same kicks, and I do think that 99.999% of everyone consuming and convicted of consuming extreme porn is only doing so because they worked their way through nudes / close up nudes / having sex nudes / threesome sex nudes / gang bang sex nudes / kinky sex nudes and so on, and I think the likelihood of them going out and re-enacting any of that anywhere on that spectrum is on a par with video game players going out and killing people.

But the point of the piece so far is that everything I know and have experienced personally and seen in others tells me that “sex drive” is something that gets triggered by the body itself, and then the brain adapts to it and takes over, same as all the other bodily functions, until you get to my age and if the brain isn’t playing, nor is the body.

I don’t *know* that this is all that is going on, maybe there are other things I should be looking at, coffee consumption, tobacco, gases and things inhaled at work, etc etc, but the issue there is that only applies if I’m all me so horny and dying to fuck, and can’t get a hard on… this is the only case I can think of for viagra etc.. the mind is already there but the flesh is weak and limp.

But what if you simply do not have the raging horn and burning desire for a fuck? In that case there is nothing wrong with your cock lying there like sleeping beauty, ignoring everything in the world.

I spent a *lot* of years dying for physical companionship and “love” and stuff, it had nothing to do with my sex drive, but at the time I didn’t know that, and that caused me no end of problems, and of course when you are young the urge to mate and have offspring is “strong”.

I also discovered along the way that an active mind with projects and plans on the go could relegate sex to a mere bodily function like taking a shit, just rub one out solo now and again and get on with whatever you were doing, again, I suspect, this is what is happening with a lot of these guys who have little interest in wimminz and spend all their time doing their favourite things, they are no less manly or masculine or sexual, they just have a fairly fully occupied mind.

Again this will tie in with old jokes about power cuts and a spike in the birth rate 9 months later.

Back when I was 12 and 13 everyone lied about sex, I don’t think that changes, reading the forums on swinger sites I still see everyone lying about sex, yeah man, I’m 61 and I can go all night and cum 4 times in an hour, and just like being 12 and 13, everyone else partially believes everyone else’s lies, and feels they have to match up to that.

Sure, reproduction is essentially finished with women by the time they are 40, but hey, I reckon reproduction has essentially finished with men by the time they are 50 too, to the best of my knowledge I had had no kids by the time I was 35, and apart from the odd moment of sadness, I was pretty much oblivious to it 99.99% of the time, I certainly was not wandering around looking for women to impregnate, but again, maybe I was always a little too cerebral for that… cue the Idiocracy intro.

I’m not sure exactly how to quantify my sex drive now in my late fifties, I’m *having* sex less but I’m not *missing* it by any metric I can throw at it, eg number of different women fucked last year vs the year before etc etc etc, “changes” yes, I will accept they have happened over time, do I regret that or wish to change it, no, not really.

It’s sunny outside and three young girls around 18 dressed like sluts walked by, yeah I reckon I’d have no trouble getting a hard on in a foursome with them and dumping a load into each one of them, but, the brain kicks in, yeah, they’d start talking and ruin it all, and the brain kicks in again and I remember all those empty my balls and literally be out the door three minutes later episodes, I didn’t feel dirty, but it wasn’t a conquest, that fades fast after the first dozen or so.

I can check my google contacts which only lists skanks who had a phone number that I knew, and only goes from when I got my first SGS1 phone which was back in 2010, and there are 206 wimminz names in there, 162 of them I fucked at least once, 48 of them I fucked regularly for a while (yeah, sad cerebral old perv who had separate contact groups for each..lol) so in six whole years 162/6 = 27 per year on average, 48 / 6 = 8 “regulars” per year, so in hindsight I can’t even make the claim that I wasn’t getting any.

Ok there is a regular squeeze now who has been around for quite some remarkable amount of time, and she still hasn’t put a single foot wrong, and once or twice a week, or even less, hell, it’s enough, meantime the old cerebral stuff is still chugging along.

Hell, who knows, maybe there is an inverse relationship to how horny and throbbing you remember yourself being during any given period of your life, and how much sex you were actually getting during that period.

Certainly I have had *enough* hookups in my life to know that one universal truth is that if it becomes a regular, it tails off real quick into a completely different and less regular kind of sex.

Assuming there was some magic pill that I could take that is sat right beside me now, that had zero side effects and all it did was take me back to the biochemical state that I was in at 14, we then face two questions.

1/ would it work? because my mind and experience isn’t the same.

2/ would I take it? because my mind and experience isn’t the same.

I have never taken viagra or anything else, but the supposition seems to be that anything that can give you a raging hard on will make you feel sexy and erotic and horny, and given everything that I have written here, that seems a bit like putting the cart before the horse.

I suspect what will happen is you’ll get a raging hard on and then spend the next three hours banging away at some old skank desperately trying to get over the crest to have an orgasm, meanwhile the brain and experience and evidence of your eyes is all pulling you back.

You shoulda used that viagra fucking some hot young 20 year old, and if you were presented with a hot young 20 year old, would you need viagra?

Certainly I have fucked enough wimminz who have been fucked by enough men sporting 3 hour viagra hard ons, and they all said the same thing, the first time it was a great and fun experience, but it soon got real old real fast having some guy pounding away at you all night trying to cum…

So, to sum up.

No, I don’t know what sex drive really is, it is clearly a mixture of a lot of different things, and my own opinion is the role of the conscious mind is vastly under estimated.

My own opinion is also that everything gets old, fuck it man, it’s a sunny day in june and I am indoors chilling and typing when I have cash in my wallet and a harley outside the door and fuck all to do all day, you know what I mean, that only happens when you have already ridden hundreds of thousands of miles, sure, I’ll go for a ride later, maybe… not fussed either way… been there, done that, tick it off, and laugh at the younger you who said hey it’s a lifestyle man… so basically the more sex you have the less exotic and interesting it gets…

Suddenly we are only a cunt hair away from all the advice we’d give da wimminz, that a life time cock count of three means you can no longer bond properly…

I don’t think it’s any different for guys.

Seeing a new woman is like seeing the new 2017 model Ford, if you’re 17 and don’t know shit or have much experience of either, it will rock your world.

If you’ve driven and broken and fixed and bought and sold everything the company ever did apart from the new models, well, you might be interested if the company remanufactured the 1939 E04A, I don’t need to drive the new 2017 shit to know the interest will die within 100 miles, at which point all the value has been decimated.

It that something to mourn? or something that is broken? or something that needs fixing?

I don’t think so.

I think I prefer it to being like lots of the guys on the swingers forums who apparently never got any of that shit out of their systems, time is the one precious thing and well all get only so much and there is only so much you can fit into one day, so there are always going to be a whole load of things you missed the boat on, feeling that I don’t regret any of the boats I did catch is to me more important than worrying about a fading libido or a receding hairline or an inability to party 24/7.

I think in some ways if I am transitioning into a creature that has zero interest in sex, that might in and of itself be interesting, because already I can tell you that a fading libido means I see things differently, more clearly (Larry Niven’s Pak).

Certainly ten or fifteen years ago I would never have said that the problem is not that I do not or should not want to fuck some pubescent 12 year old girl, the problem for the pubescent 12 year old girl is that I have moved beyond the point where her incipient sexuality can be used by her to get anything out of me.

The problem is not that I do not or should not want to buy a new Ford, the problem for Ford is I have moved beyond the point where they are capable of making anything that interests me in the least.

The problem then becomes not that I want or might want to use and abuse young girls, that was never the case, I’ve fucked 162 wimminz in the last 7 years and every single one of them has known about my psycho skanky FRA ex ho and what she accused me of, and not one single one of them has bought it that I might be capable of such a thing.

The problem is that I no longer have the slightest interest in the welfare of young girls, or young boys, or anyone else, so you got mugged and gang raped by a bunch of rapefugees, not my problem.

I’m no longer interested in the thing that you claim was defiled and destroyed, not that you would have offered it to me in exchange for my protection and guidance, which would have been the only smart thing you could have done.

Here is perhaps the best explanation / example I can give.

I used to own and run an independent PC/IT business, I was very very good at it, I never lost a single file of any customers data (even when they came to be with trashed systems) never built a commercial website that failed to show a profit within 12 months, never fucked up, never bricked anything.. made a good living at it for a long time, had a website and limited company and everything, kinda walked away from it when I became the Cisco Kid, but today the whole company and website and everything else is long gone.

I still get one or two phone calls per month from people who had my number or got it passed on from someone who did, can I help them with their IT problem please?

This is a potential customer ringing me up to give me work and money.

I say sorry, no, I stopped doing that some years ago.

Some will stay on the line and talk, no, I didn’t go bust or have bad customers or anything else, I just got bored of it, because with the benefit of 20 20 hindsight, I never wanted to fix people’s IT problems, I wanted to teach them and help them at the same time, share the knowledge and experience, feel good at the end of every day, make friends… there was some of that, but too much of the day to day work was for people who just wanted shit fixed quick and right, and sure they were happy and grateful and paid, but it got old.

Now, now I don’t care, I don’t care if you have problems, I don’t care what your problems are, I don’t care how much you need me, I don’t care how eager you are to pay me hard cash to solve your problems, you basically can’t interest me.

*that* should scare the crap out of you, not all the stuff you do worry about like will I wank over your porn collection or tell the po-po about it.

It doesn’t even matter if we are talking about a pre pubescent 8 year old girl, it’s not about me fucking her now (good enough for the prophet…) or how wrong it is to see an 8 year old as a sexual creature or anything else, barring accidents she will eventually become 9, then 10, and so on, then 16, then 20, then 30, if she is 8 today I’ll probably live to see her get to 30, and 95% of the financial world is all about future returns so it’s not any kind of stretch so say OK look after this 8 year old girl for the next 12 years until she is 20, and then if she wants to you can marry her and for the first time have carnal thoughts and knowledge of her, and maybe make babies with her… so even at 8 she has this “future” thing going on… hell, before my sons were legally abducted by the courts and the psycho skank ex I thought my sons had a “future” that I personally was invested in.

That doesn’t mean (despite what the psycho skanky ex and the courts choose to think) that I want to fuck them either now or in the future, it just means I feel that I have a stake in that future, so I’ll make some efforts towards it.

The point I’m trying to get across as fucking clearly as possible is that sex and babies and everything else is just a fucking smokescreen designed to confuse you, when we look at youth we look at the future, when youth looks at us they see something that can help them with their future, obviously there is always some sort of quid pro quo, and that may in some circumstances include the premise or promise of sex at some future point, but the guts of it all is having a stake in that individual’s future.

I now actually truly UNDERSTAND a conversation that I was present for as a young man, that fucking horrified me then, a girl (in her twenties) was telling her mother (in her forties) and her step-father (late fifties) about how it all came about that the year before she had spent a week having sex with her biological father (in his forties) who had walked out on her mum when she was nine months old.

Step dad was pissed as fuck at being dragged along and into all this, I will never forget what he said “So you’ve been rutting with your old man, why should I give a shit!”

Now I get it, he didn’t have a stake in her future.

he just walked out and went back to his life and left his slut wife and her slut daughter and her dad to sort it all out amongst themselves, not his problem.

With the benefit of 20 20 hindsight (it’s hard to be rational when you are in the middle of it) I think that’s why the seekrit family courts had such a hard on for me, I made no bones about the fact that I was fucking mommy and (adult) daughter at the same time, and mommy and adult daughters testimony both stated that they both knew I was fucking both of them, and they were outraged because that all made it real hard to pin the tail on the donkey, it doesn’t fit the narrative of the patriarchal male responsible for everything, and the sweet and innocent wimminz who are entirely dependent on the male and who are therefore personally responsible for sweet fuck all.

My gonads got me into that shit damn near 20 years ago now, you really want me to mourn the fact that something be it a combination of gonads and experience or environmental stuff or whatever, means that today I’d do a Vic and ask why I should give a shit and walk away.

Because that *is* how I got into that shit, gonads and craptain save a ho…

Libido, a  complex and often malicious subroutine hard wired into our cerebral processors, that thankfully with time gets overwhelmed with all the other cruft that builds up in our storage spaces.

One of the things I always say, if you go into a shop every day for a year, and the change is always wrong, and it’s always an error in favour of the shop, then it’s not a fucking mistake, it’s policy.

I have talked here a *lot* about *both* the sexualisation and the intellectual retardation of children, I believe in many states in the US the age of consent is 18, here in the UK it is 16, somewhere between the two will cover much of the world.

It’s notable that *both* have been going on for decades now, young intelligent sluts not wanted, young dumb sluts, double plus good.

So there is this story in the daily fail about some girl who dies in a flat in Glasgow after taking drugs, and two others who get taken to hospital.

Here is the dead chick

“I’d hit that” I hear you all say.

Congratulations paedo scum, because the dead chick, one Zoe Bremner, will now never see her 15th birthday, but there was was barely 14 all glammed up and sitting in a club, and you can clearly see the neon “JAILBAIT – ONLY 14 Y.O.!” signs that she wore all over herself to ensure that she didn’t get any attention from anyone.

I’ve mentioned before somewhere (I’m sure) the story about the girls who were 14 drinking rum and coke in the bar and the guy saying to me he’d fuck them, and I warned him off saying they were in the same school class as my stepson, he had trouble believing it and it’s a story that never translates well in cold text, but dead Zoe here looked at *lot* like one of those girls, both in looks and in dress, except for the eyes, she had blue eyes.

And BTW, girls don’t sit like that in posed photos in clubs by accident, her right hand is clearly covering up the immodesty of the “dress” there may or may not be a pair of teensy tiny sheer slut panties under there.

Of course by the time it all ends up with your paedo ass in court young Zoe is going to be dressed head to toe in frumpy woolen school uniform shit and she’ll be acting all wide eyed and scared and victim-y… you dare say anything about it and you’ll just double your sentence… about the time you get to the cells she’ll be taking it up the ass from the nice judge who sentenced you.

Dead Zoe basically looks and acts like a girl in her twenties, well up for a good fucking.

This is something I have come to realise.

just as the raghead terr’rists have their burkha babes and all that shit, basically “uniform”, most of the cues that we have as human at estimating the age and maturity of strangers comes down to dress.

There was a whole fucking dress code of “teen girls” back in the day, and from it you knew they were teen girls, and not sluts ready willing and eager for the fucking… and if you were a teen boy at the time, maybe you’d try your hand at making one of the teen girls a girlfriend.

Sluts dressed like sluts, and never the twain shall meet and all that jazz.

There are 14 and 15 year old girls that walk past my door every day, I *know* they are 14 and 15 simply because they are wearing a “school uniform” but I gotta be honest, it’s a “school uniform” that is a lot closer to what dead Zoe is wearing in the left hand pic than the “school uniform” you think of when I say those words, which is why when they get home and take the “school uniform” off, their “casual” clothes no longer look like teen girl clothes, they look like sluts, and the girls of course act like sluts too.

“teens” have been abolished, girls (and boys) basically go from pre-pubescent directly to sluts at 11 or 12, and brainless stupid uneducated sluts at that.

Now it’s been longer than I care to think about (it fucking *can’t* be nigh on 30 years, it seems like yesterday) since I used to feel teen female bodies intimately so to speak, but I do remember the smooth and firm young flesh well, like it was yesterday in fact, but these modern sluts…

… beyond the fact that the flesh itself is young, I’m struggling to find the allure, because a lot of the allure was the (real or imagined) purity and freshness, that “new car” thing if you like.

So now if you crave purity and freshness you’re pretty much confined to the pre-teen pre-pubescent ones, and and that’s a bit like fucking some real hot chick with a killer body with downs syndrome, I’m sure there are those out there that would, but they are a minority, for most of us it kills the attraction.

For the rest of us it leaves us very confused mixed message fucked up, whereas you might have said “Hi Susie” and given your 12 year old niece a hug back in the day when they came over to visit, nowadays Susie is a mini slut, and you say Hi and wave and don’t go any nearer, and little Susie grins the slut grin, because she knows damn well that she is dressed like a slut, and she is in her mind at least a sexual creature with sexual desires and fantasies.

Desires and fantasies that they no longer have a few years of safety in which they can come to terms with everything before putting any of it into practice, because they no longer dress and act as teen girls (or boys) used to, they no longer inhabit that “neither fish nor fowl” safe zone that used to be the teen years, because that safe zone has been eradicated.

A mate’s primary school daughter, so 9 or 10 years old, who they have related to me on many occasions the traumatising (for the parent) revelations about this kid’s sexuality, and this is a kid that has already seen everything on the internet, came home a while ago with a note from school advising the parental unit that the kid had a “sex education” class, the parent turns to me and says she doesn’t get it, the kid already has seen and knows more than she did at 18.

So last Thursday was the sex ed class, the kids head has not been filled with birds and bees, nor even cringingly awkward stuff about inserting tampax or rolling condoms on to bananas, oh no, this class was all about consent and empowerment and boys are all rapists and basically the kid has come home with the idea, because she said it out loud to her brother, that if a boy she likes kisses her and she then falls out with him the next day and no longer likes him, well he raped her.

Mommy is fucking horrified, I say to mommy “Now you understand why when I have come to visit I have refused to ever be left alone with that child even for one moment…”

Pennies drop.

The age of consent laws don’t apply to the non whites in english society, they are literally marrying kids off at 12 years old here in england today, of course it’s not *blatantly* advertised in your face, but it goes on and everyone knows it.

The older kids who are still in their teens will fuck anything, “paedo” is a funny insult because it freaks the oldies out, if it means anything it means an oldie fucking a young kid, everyone else fucks young kids, even the late teens, that ain’t paedo cos everyone is doing it cos everyone is a skanky slut from 12 onwards.

Meanwhile everyone is told to watch out for *us*, my generations, apart from the odd unfortunate old fuck dragged into court for some sex crime he allegedly committed against a 5 year old back in 1975 (I shit you not, this stuff is still going on in the courts) EVEN WERE WE TEMPTED OR INCLINED, the idea of fucking with one of these kids is about as attractive an idea as making 1,000 litres of nitroglycerine in your kitchen, it’s easier to just slice your wrists.

So this young slut, dead Zoe, 14 will-never-see-15, dies of a drug overdose, and all we are treated to is eulogies about what an amazing and lovely little girl she was and what a tragic waste it is.

Sorry, can’t see it, some worthless teen skank is dead before she can pump out womb turds and live off the state and then 20 years later accuse anyone at random of raping her back in 1647 AD, I’m not seeing a down side to this.

Teen skanks are by definition the camouflaged bomb designed to entrap and kill the unwary, they are the fucking enemy of any kind of society that I want, and they don’t even have the saving grace of being a good fuck because they are fucking uneducated airheads and losers.

And when I walk out the door into said society and I see *nothing but* pre-pubescent spoiled shits that instantly turn into airhead teen skank sluts at 12, it’s a bit like that supermarket that always gets the change wrong and always in favour of the shop, it’s not accidental, it’s deliberate policy. Fuck You.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4594134/Teenage-girl-dies-two-ill-Glasgow.html

I write a lot of stuff that talks about girls because I’m a heterosexual male, and the only progeny of mine that I am aware of are all boys, but I do know some older fags, and they tell me the same thing, there is a positive explosion of “twinks” which is apparently the homosexual male equivalent of the teen skank slut, slim / skinny young boys borderline age of consent temporally that don’t have huge throbbing penises and dangly bull’s balls like wot us men have… fnaar fnaar, but basically they same the exact same thing, boys are going from pre-pubescent assholes to young sluts at 12…

In any sensible engineering design, you have the *deliberate* inclusion of the fusible / weak link in the chain, in any complex engineering design, you have a cascade of them.

One of the peculiarities of english domestic electric wiring came about after the last war, and it was the ring main, as opposed to the spur main you get most places in the world.

One of the misconceptions going around nowadays is that this came about because it was just after the war, and copper was in short supply, the theory being that you *can* use thinner conductors in a ring main than a spur main for the same current carrying capacity.

The truth is that yes, there were post war shortages of all kinds of things, but the ring main was chosen because it was more robust, remember, we’d just come out of a war where everything had been bombed to shit…

So each floor had a ring main to the power sockets, and a separate ring main to the lighting circuit, typically the power ring mains came with 32 ampere breakers on the consumer unit, and the lighting circuit with 8 ampere breakers (which is why you could back in the day plug your new electric clothes iron into the lighting circuit) plus any additional heavy 40 amp duty spurs/rings to things like electric cookers or electric immersion water heaters or night storage heaters, eg shit that was permanently wired in, the ring mains per se were for stuff with plugs that could be plugged in or unplugged at will.

Voltage was always somewhere in the region of 220-250 volts AC, and frequency was always 50 hertz because you run a 4 pole genny at 1,500 rpm to get that as opposed to the US 60 Hz which required 1,600 rpm.

Again you’ll be told a lot of shit today about 50 Hz being chosen because it was “metric” but that is total bollocks, transformers and stuff tend to be bulkier to handle a given load at 50 Hz vs 60 Hz, but the real reason was at 50 Hz capacitance and inductance in the conductor make it a better frequency for power transmission over distance than 60 Hz… but Edison liked Tesla’s 60 Hz because it gave a more solid light with an arc lamp than 50 Hz, but Tesla favoured 240 volt three phase, and Edison already having put out 110 volt DC Tesla / Westinghouse / Edison went with 110 volt AC @ 60 Hz.

There were *lots* of others, any closed off system such as a city tram or a mine could have some completely proprietary system, because it fitted better that specific use.

Today if you want to make something really cheap and nasty and light you’ll spin a 2 pole gen head at 3,000 RPM to get 50 Hz and 3,200 to get 60 Hz, a direct couple it to some piece of shit engine screaming it’s tits off at the same RPM.

If you want your grandkids to still be using it you’d go 8 pole and 750 RPM for 50 Hz or 800 RPM for 60 Hz, voltage is of course controlled by the field current intensity.

Of course with AC and a properly designed transformer each side of the transformer is isolated from the other, so you can trade current and voltage across the transformer, but of course you can never trade frequency.

Of course, if you measure ACTUAL mains with an oscilloscope, you do not get a perfect sine wave, same as when you measure DC in your car or PC, it’s anything but a perfect flat line…

However, one of the peculiarities of a ring main with a 32 ampere breaker is that potentially every socket can deliver 32 amperes, and 32 x 230 = 7,360 VA/W, so we get the other peculiarity, which is the fused plug, and the fuse is there *only* to protect the plug and wire, not the device at the end of the wire or the person using it.

(As an aside I grew up seeing two sizes of round pin 3 pin plugs and sockets, smaller 5 amp ones and full size 13 amp ones, both in use at the same time, in the same houses..)

Then there are fuses etc within devices themselves, current and earth leak breakers for each circuit in the consumer unit, another bigger breaker between the consumer unit and the mains supply, and then more “weak links” back up the mains supply.

So, right up until you get to the actual national grid itself, you’re basically tripping over a whole series of weak links that both isolate things and limit propagation outside the thing with the issue.

*Your* house can burn to the ground, your neighbours can run an extension lead out to power the water pump to draw from the pool to try and put the fire out.

It was the same with your car and the brakes, two separate circuits, doing wheels at opposite corners, lifts had to have cables that would carry 8x the max load you could put in the lift, but they also had speed actuated brakes so even if you cut the cables…. trucks took air pressure to keep the brakes off, so any leak and on they come…. boilers and plane wings had holes where cracks might develop, to arrest their growth, the first pipes that came out of a boiler had a bursting pressure somewhere in between the pressure at which the relief valve blew off and the bursting pressure of the boiler itself, it went on and on and on and on.

Everywhere you looked, there were deliberate weak links, you could not get a Ford dealership from the factory unless you also carried 80% of the drivetrain parts catalogue in stores in actual stock, and if the required part was in the 20% you didn’t have you’d be as likely to check the nearest two Ford dealers as the factory for the item… thus eliminating the weak link that the factory had to carry all the stock for everything all the time… and the weak link of the delivery of that item to the dealer.

Preppers are big on canned and dried foodstuffs, because the weak link in frozen is the power to run the freezer.

We *used* to have a fridge that would run on kerosene *or* electricity, it worked a damn sight better on electric, but it did work on kerosene, two separate circuits of course, I believe it was ammonia in the kerosene side.

In the kitchen now I have an “instant” gas powered water heater that does hot water and central heating water, these are two separate water circuits, and they have two separate heating circuits, in summer you turn on a “hot” tap and the central heating water isn’t touched… so yeah, the central heating circuit needs a mains powered circulating pump, but the hot tap water works on mains pressure, so why the fuck does the whole thing stop working when the mains goes off?   There is FUCKING NOTHING in that circuit that *requires* any kind of electricity, so even if you use electronic controls all you need is a backup DC battery for when the power is off, even if all it is is 4 x D cells to get 6 VDC….

So now when the power goes off, so does the gas water heating, and the gas cooker (in this house I can just feed it inverted 230 VAC from a 12 VDC battery) I mean what the fucking fuck is that all about…

This isn’t a “weak link” from a safety perspective like a fuse, that isolates the bad system, this is a fucking weak design, so whether it be a safety fuse blowing or a power cut, we now get a cascade failure to a *totally* separate system.

IT / Computers and interconnected databases are a prime example of this.

Here in the UK, if you are unemployed, you can claim unemployment benefit (I think the latest rebranding is calling it job seekers allowance or some shit), and if you are unemployed, or UNDER employed (part time or low wage) you can claim housing benefit assistance, and if you claim housing benefit assistance, you can claim council tax reduction.

I knew someone a few years ago, the DSS sent him a letter (they claim) saying come in, we want to talk to you, he did not get it so he went in as usual to sign on on his usual day.

To be told his unemployment claim had been cancelled… he spent the rest of that day and much of the next getting it re-instated.

Little did he know, that 94 microseconds after he missed his appointment and his unemployment claim was shut down, the unemployment computer told the housing benefit computer that he was no longer unemployed, so his housing benefit stopped, so he did not know it yet, but he would not be able to pay his rent that month… and a few milliseconds later the housing benefit computer told the council tax computer that he as no longer getting housing benefit, so the council tax computer cancelled his council tax discount, and sent him a bill for 700 quid for council tax…

In actual fact there were a few more automated things involved, a complete cascade failure, as it happened he was able to borrow 500 from me and 500 from another guy and 250 from his mum and a few weeks later it was all sorted out… he was lucky… he could have been on the streets, and started an entirely new set of cascade failures, because no address is “No Fixed Address” and that triggers a whole new bunch of shit, and trying to claw your way outta that is hard.

The recent BA debacle was a classic cascade failure, the head of BA IT says it has fuck all to do with cost cutting, in principle it doesn’t, until cost cutting throws out the rule books and starts cutting no matter what/// which *is* what happened.

Here is a small pop quiz.

1/ How do you start a manual gearbox car with a dead starter?

jack up one rear wheel, put it in top gear, turn ignition on, grab rear wheel and turn smartly, the diff will do the rest… if the battery is flat but starter is good two 6 volt lantern batteries in series will energise the coil enough to get her going, mechanical diesel even better.

2/ How do you move a car with a dead engine / no fuel off the carriageway?

Put in first gear, release all brakes, crank starter and steer

3/ How do you get a car that has lost traction on snow / mud / sand etc moving?

Deflate all tyres to 5 psi and move off slowly with minimum engine rpm

OK, a lot of this shit is defeated in a modern electronic computery whizzbang car, but it’s symptomatic of a society where nowadays basically nobody knows what used to be basic shit that everyone knew, my dad used to say when I was a boy that the definition of a good car battery was it would crank the vehicle 400 yards on the starter alone.

If nobody knows it, nobody can build in weak links to prevent cascade failures, fucking keyless entry and keyless ignition is a case in point, ain’t fuck all it does that a key cannot do better.

Can’t blame key technology for people like Ford making keys and locks so weak any escort key fitted any escort.. lost track of how many cars I head where the ignition switches went south so I just broke off the steering lock and added an ignition and a starter switch to the centre console somewhere.

The current HD is an ’02 model so it has one of the older systems with a button / proximity fob with a CR2032 battery for the alarm, and a non retained key for the ignition, so I have to replace the fucking 2032 in each fob every two years, (and a spare fob hidden in my jacket lining) otherwise it will die and I’ll be fucked because no cunt can remember the sequence of indicators and so on to get to the point where you can manually type in the fucking security code to be able to ride away.

The new ones are ten times worse, but thankfully the 883’s are blowing cranks so early you won’t want to ride anyway.

I actually know one cunt with a ’14 HD who got on his bike, which started because the fob was only 3 feet away on the shelf in his garage, so he rides off and stops for gas 50 miles away, and it won’t start and the alarm goes off every time he goes near it, because the fob is still 50 miles away in his garage….

I took huge pleasure. while he was getting stick from some lads, in walking up and telling him the old joke, “90% of all harleys ever made are still on the road…..  2% of them made it home….”  LMFAO

It did *not* go down well.

The *first* thing I did was put my spare fob in the secret pocket in the lining of my jacket, which I *never* ride without (along with a £20 note) because *some* cunts don’t need to actually make a cunt of themselves to see an obvious failure mode and take steps to prevent it.

I still think it’s a fucking asshole system, and maybe one day I’ll rip into the wiring loom and make it old school, fuck it I’m back to carb and everything else on it.

Bottom line is it is still basically a pre-unit motor with OHV and pushrods and so on, so there is a lot worse shit to have to rebuild (like the new HD M8 motor)

Oh fuck, my left indicator bulb just blew so now the ECU has cut the power to the ignition circuit, I’m only *slightly* taking the piss here.

I’m waiting for the stories about the guy who decided to play some kraftwerk / electro-pop and acoustic tone coupled to his amazon echo in binary and managed to order a giant horse dildo…

There is this girl on a swinger’s site, she has a sort of cute but sort of not quite right either pixie face, and she has a genuinely big pair of tits, and a text description of the rest of her that says she is sort of big and full of curvy wobbly bits.

Speaking as someone who used to date / fuck a girl whose tits were genuinely larger than her head, and similarly round and full, not sagging bags, I can appreciate as much as any man both how much a good tit shot can influence a guy, and how much da wimminz both lie about tit size and “firmness”, and do their best to mis-represent it in every way possible when photographing it.

The girl with the big tits never even showed her cleavage, and always wore big scarves and other things to conceal them.

So this girl decides to be honest, and (as part of her battling demons and weight issues etc) post a naked full-length-selfie-in-the-long-bedroom-mirror thing.

Perhaps “medication and treatment for depression or other mental illness” is the only thing that is ever going to come second in volume and back slapping you go sistah, you is bwave and bootiful, body size threads on such site forums, either way the body not shaming stuff always takes the fore.

I will *not* share the actual image, suffice it to say it looks like a fat pig model made in wax and left in the sun, you can discern two legs and the feet at the end of them, but the seam between the legs is all mis shapen and random and twisted with knots and creases, not at all the up and down line you’d expect, there isn’t any pelvic / hip area, there is just another hanging mass of distended and distorted flesh, again it is neither symmetric or “human” in appearance, above that are large and saggy tits supported by ballooned arms, it’s clearly anatomically impossible for this person to wipe their own ass, much less see their feet…. or the “F..U..C..K..!” on the display of the weight scales, or the scales themselves.

I just don’t know where to begin on the “support” she is getting, basically messages of common delusion, I do know that there are enough of her ilk behind the site itself that if I say what I want to, I’ll get instantly banned for life, and no point preaching to the non convertible anyway.

But they do range from the “you are so brave and beautiful“… why?… she just admitted she’s been lying in her profile since she got here, and the photo is of some fucking hideous bloated melting thing that isn’t even fucking human… and “everyone presents themselves in the best light“… WTF, it’s one thing to take a close up of a pretty flower, it’s quite another thing to use that flower photo taken in the car park a Fukushima 10 minutes before the evacuation to represent fukushima district as a whole.

The girls herself claims it’s was a medical condition that “wasn’t helped by bad dietary choices” but now the medical condition is properly diagnosed the pounds are simply falling off I tell you… well I never heard of any medical condition that could build fat out of thin air, it certainly (as my late dad used to say) never existed at Belsen, so my take is sans “medical condition” bitch your BMI would only be 300 and not 305, the bulk of it is down to eating more than you can consume as fuel.

The girl herself claims that her recent “cure” is all down to one wonderful helpful man, well, sorry bitch, but I’m going to seriously question the mental health of a man who sees a girl who BY HER OWN NEW HONEST DEFINITIONS is 5 foot 1 and still has 14 stone TO LOSE, (that’s 196 lbs or 89 kg)  before she gets back to merely being fat, with enough sagging excess flesh to re-skin the goodyear blimp.

Put this in perspective, at 5 eight I’m 7 inches or just under 18 cm taller, and I’m a stone (1 stone = 14 lbs = 6.36 Kg) overweight at 11 stone 8, so she is 7 inches shorter and has my entire body weight to lose, **plus** 32 pounds / 14.5 kilos…

You know what I’m saying bruv, whoever this guy is, he ain’t fuckin right in the head, and yet he is both her saviour and plan A, B, C and D in her weight loss / new life regime…. this shit ain’t gonna work out.

As stated above regarding the allure of the carefully posed tit shot, the girl herself admits that the multiple daily “fancy a fuck” messages have dried up, not a single one since she posted the full length naked selfie, however in a gesture of solidarity from all the other overweight bitches and beta males desperate for any kind of female approval, said full length naked selfie has had over 800 likes in 24 hours, what the fucking fuck???

Now I *always* made my own position clear, yes the camera always lies and nobody ever looks the same in real life as they do in a picture, we’ll call this “processing”, so you never expect anyone to look *exactly* like they do in their photos, or descriptions of themselves, but you *DO* expect them to look like you can reasonable expect to take a picture of them yourselves and get something out after “processing” that closely resembles the original picture… this is after all the very basis of photo ID, nobody looks like their passport or driving licence photo, nevertheless anyone can tell if it is a photo of you, or not, and can then make a joke about photo booth cameras.

Yes part of the issue is we only see ourselves reflected in a mirror, and the photo is not a reflection, so (because we are not perfectly symmetrical) they always look slightly “wrong”… try it some time, take an “facial ID” type head and shoulders shot, it won’t look right somehow, mirror / flip it vertically, suddenly it will look a lot “better”…

Yes part of the issue is actual lens curvature in smartphone cameras, and software that further distorts things, so it’s simply a matter of having your tits closer to the camera than you waist and voila your tits appear bigger and your waist appears smaller.

Technically you’re still not lying, that only starts when those are the *only* kinds of photos of yourself that you post, and 99.9% of those who liked the melting blob of wax’s full length naked selfie will have some or many photos on their profile, but they will all basically be the same one or two composed shots taken from the same one or two positions with the same camera / lens.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to do some aryan master race perfect BMI perfect looks perfect fitness thing here, I really don’t care, per se, I myself am overweight and underfit for my age, so I’m not trying to preach or sell you any of my wonder secret dietary pills.

What I am is a human being who like all human beings can’t get away from or erase my early programming and experiences, go on to google image search and search for “1960’s school photos” and take a good long look, and yes we had “fat bastards” in school then, because you probably weren’t from that era I have been helpful by downloading at random one of those google search images and highlighting in red who the fat bastard was in that class.

I know this blog is full of irreverent and alternative humour, but I’m not joking, not even a tiny bit, I’m being utterly deadly serious as cancer of your own asshole serious.

Anyone *else* from that class, or any other, could be taken and put on a catwalk today and we’d be lectured as some length about how un naturally and un healthily and un acceptably skinny and underweight they are.

Somewhere I have a photo of my late dad, in his early 20’s when he was stationed in Singapore with REME (I’d link to the website but the header graphic, quelle surprise, has a picture of a bitch in it, and a couple of guys in the background pissing on a mobile arty) in the Army, all 5 foot six and 9 stone (57 Kg) of him, casually doing squats with a hundred and forty pounds on a bar, it wasn’t a posed weightlifter photo or anything else, just in a box with all the REME era pics, and it wasn’t anything special.

Take away the weight bar and colour in the photo so it looks like it was taken last week and show it to anyone today and they are so well programmed they will use words like “emaciated” and “skin and bone” and of course “weak and unhealthy”

Add a stone of so of weight to it and you have me, from 16 until 50 something I was 5 eight and 10 stone, at 17 I was picking 50 kilo sacks of flour off the floor, putting them on my shoulder, and walking a hundred yards with them to the sifting machine, and I did that for a 12 hour shift, and yet most of my adult life the brutal 100% unedited and honest reality of dating for me was most wimminz thought I was too skinny, the 14 stone “rugby player” type (who I could have picked up and carried and stacked like wood all day) was *far* more attractive, because even then the push had started in earnest, and the traditional “working man’s” body had gone out of style.

BTW I’ve known a few proper blacksmiths in my time, and steel foundry workers, and glass kiln workers, and so on, not a one of them was a huge burly man mountain, every single one was dried leather, and every single one could literally rip your flesh from your bones with their bare hands.

I’m not saying that when I was a kid there was literally nobody like the chick that started all this off, there may have been somewhere in a freakshow in a circus somewhere, but I never saw of one or knew of one.

Back then Hattie Jacques was a well known example of a hugely fat and “matronly” built woman, after all apart from her general size as you can see from this photo she had legs that were so fat she basically didn’t have any ankles.

The current bitch is 5 one, and well overweight, but hey, not my problem, however she’s been doing a man’s job (the only woman for 9 years, everyone else is ex army male) carrying “heavy stuff” around, individual weights from 20 kilos to 40 or so kilos, compounded by her own excess weight, say another 15/20 kilos, so she is way and beyond what 99% of todays wimminz can do, and probably beyond what 50% of today’s males can do, but, there is a problem.

She’s showing the physical signs of what basically amounts to wear and tear, if she was 15/20 kilos lighter and “emaciated” in today’s lexicon she’d be carrying it better, but the end result would still be the same and sooner rather than later.

I already have worked harder moving more weight than her for more years than her (I’m quite a bit older) and despite the past few to ten sedentary years I’m still in much better physical shape than her, and I’m still a lot stronger than her, you know, it’s fucking basic biology at work.

The differences between me and say my grandfathers is they never stopped working *hard*, and they started at 14, so by the time they were my age they were indeed all “wore out” whereas I’m not, so there is an ideal balance that could be achieved, I’m *not* saying going down the mines at 14 and being physically worn out by 50 is a good thing, but from one extreme to another?

The fat chick that started this off is 29 years old, it basically doesn’t matter what she does now, the damage has been done, two strikes, she wasn’t as fit as we were by 14 when she started in on this adult life, and she has a woman’s body and not a man’s so it gets damaged by abuse faster, game over man, whatever the rest of her life holds, she’ll never know the (relative) levels of health and fitness that I enjoy now in my late fifties.

Yes, I can thank my lucky stars there weren’t too many bad genes in there, yes I can thank my lucky stars that I grew up eating real food and not processed crap and sweets, and yes I can thank my lucky stars that I lived in healthy environments with clean air and open skies for the most part, and yes I can thank my lucky stars that I started out fit and worked hard for many years, and yes I can thank my lucky stars that I never over did it too much or injured myself too badly, and yes I can thank my lucky stars that I was born a man and not a girl, and yes I can thank my lucky stars that basically I’ve never given a fuck about my health and have indulged in far too many very unhealthy things (I still smoke, must give up again) so it all sort of came easy, compared to someone who did not have as many lucky stars to thank….

So all in all (check your privilege white boi…) my perspective is indeed probably skewed more than somewhat… but…

That a creature like that can create itself, and then, when it finally decides to be “honest” and out the current physical form naked in a full length mirror, there are over 800 likes and pages and pages of messages of support… and one lone male voice (not me) asking what the fuck, so ou admit your whole profile has been deceptive, deliberately so, and nobody is calling you on this?

That a creature like this can create itself, and not kill itself with fire in entirely justified self loathing and disgust.

That a creature like this can create itself, and still be accepted, especially by team vagina, as being “beautiful” and “strong” and everything else it is clearly the fucking antithesis of…

Yes, make me god for 72 hours and I would indeed round up all the muzzies and drop them on antarctica from 10,000 feet with no parachutes… yes I fucking would.

But, it would *not* be my first order on day one hour one minute one of my temporary godhood, hambeasts like this and everyone who liked her pic or thinks she is beautiful or strong would be so much further up the list, very very very close indeed to the top of the list.

Top of the list would be single mums who got sole custody, only cos I hate the idea of all that pristine snow and ice being disfigured by every lawyer on the planet, cos they’d be second, and they’d get to each have a politician as a parachute.

then the feminists

then it would be these hambeasts and their apologists, then we can see about muzzies and religious fundies in general and anyone else who goes to a country and tries to change it to be more like the place they say they wanted to leave.

day two maybe we can look at all the teachers and university staff, managers everywhere, and so on.

In a development surprising precisely nobody with a brain (it’s 23:50 hrs as I type) the Tory landslide against the despicable terrorist loving Diane Abbott fucking Labour beardy twat looks like it is evaporating before it even hit the ground.

ISIS have done that to May’s chances of winning, maybe nobody like the beardy twat, but the wrinkly bitch was on duty as PM when this shit went down, so there will be a big no confidence vote because of that.

There won’t *be* a landslide because nobody openly campaigned on a ticket of rounding up 5,000 muslims and dumping them in the sea, and that’s the only thing that would have gotten a landslide, even if it was as empty a promise and the Donald and jail the witch.

“What does this mean for the future of the UK?” is a question we can both ask and answer before even knowing the election results, it doesn’t matter what they are, even a hung parliament, the outlook for the future of the UK is grim, fucking grim, because none of the above have either the brains or the balls to fix shit, they can only preside over its decay.

What the entire UK media and political establishment *HAS* managed to do however is to show the world, and ISIS, that a few crazed muslim terrorists really can exert a noticeable influence over an entire nation’s politics, which makes it an incredibly cheap and effective tactic, which means we can expect a lot more of it.

that is really all I have to say on the subject of the 2017 general election, because that is really the only significant thing about it, ISIS won, hands down, for zero effort and expenditure.

….and they will tell you, da wimminz in arab countries all be down-trodden chattels, mere property wivvout any rights or power at all.

Unlike anyone, or everyone, some of us has lived in these cultures, and gotten to know the peoples.

Think on it logically a moment, we *know* wimminz be vicious evil bitches, they kill with poison or a blade while the victim is asleep or drunk, but cowering perpetual victims they are not.

We know of many matriarchal societies, even if men to end up in many of the “head above the parapet” roles in said societies.

We also know of many class divided societies, where “royalty” are treated to an entirely different set of rules.

The “macho” arab world may look like that from the outside looking on, from the inside looking out it’s a lot more like a set of rules that sends all the boys to one school, and all the girls to another school, and while the boys are studying maths and physics and chemistry, the girls are studying everything needed to live off a boy and control him.

It’s a bit like female genital mutilation, and indeed abortion for much of human history, it is entirely the wimminz behind it and in control of it, there aren’t any men involved.

Which makes the whole dialectic about it being male power somewhat problematical.

For much of human history midwives controlled birth, and that control included controlling who survived birth, it was no mistake that certain wimminz never managed to give birth to any healthy male offspring by the man they were with at the time, of yes we are told, that is just genetics and evolution at play, well, yes, those things *are* at play, but so are the hands and will of the midwife, and in china for a long time it went the opposite way, it was all those girl babies that just happened to die right after being born, from “natural causes” of course.

The female contraceptive was an instant sell out hit, while male contraception is still all “meh” along with flying cars, because the wimminz have *always* been all about controlling the issue of their wombs.

https://www.gov.uk/government/uploads/system/uploads/attachment_data/file/456642/sex_selection_doc.pdf

Page 24 on lists birth ratios, overall, for firstborn, second born, etc.

In Quatar, for example, for firstborn there are 142.5 males for every 100 females, for secondborn there are 71.8 males for every 100 females, and for thirdborn there are 90.9 males for every 100 females born.

that’s right, in thus allegedly utterly male dominated society, there is a huge probability that a firstborn female will be terminated at birth, and that second and third and so on males will be terminated at birth…. first child your wife has is a boy to carry the family line, then it’s girls and turtles all the way down….

It’s a bit like MI6 and Scotland Yard “accidentally” being on scene when there is a disturbance at a top London hotel, only to bust into the room to find a Quatari princess pulling a train on 7 white guys hired in for the occasion, a regular occurrence by the way.. what was that, da wimminz got no rights and power in arab cultures???

Or a bit like the news today that the Sunni arab world just took a shit on Sunni Qatar, allegedly for being pals with shia iran, in reality for paying mucho loot and a bunch of other things in exchange for the return of still more Qatari “royals” caught behaving badly while vacationing in iran, you know, like the london princess, never shit on your own doorstep.

Tell a white english boy to go out and blow himself up so he can have 72 virgins in the afterlife and he’ll tell you to fuck off, for starters because he ain’t interested in 72 11 year old girls, and for seconds because by 14 the girls ain’t virgins, but sluts who put out, so why wait for the afterlife to dip your wick when Mandy 3 doors down will take it up the ass for 3 cigarettes and a tin of red bull?

Arab boy is a different matter, *all* the cunt is locked away and the collective key is held by the wimminz, and it ain’t getting unlocked for some bum… and of course the genuinely fighting talk arab insults all revolve around your sister or your mother.

Again it’s why birth defects are so high amongst many Asians here in the UK, the wimminz are making sure the boys marry their cousins, that way they know that the wimminz controlling their lives are immediate clan…. can’t let that power out of the clan coven.

In the swinging scene here in the UK I have had several men of asian origin try to arrange regular liaisons between myself and their wife, I play along sometimes and it’s always the same story, it soon becomes *very* clear that the wife has given the husband the shopping list, now go and arrange it, and no dear husband, you won’t be a part of it.

And yes, the fantasies are all the same, like the Qatari princess they all want fairly slim reasonably well hung white men to fuck them in every hole and use them like whores…

… you *really* wondered where the motivation came from for all the asian guys in UK cities that have been grooming young white sluts since the 80’s and pulling trains on them? Turnabout is fair play.

But yes, this is all total bullshit and none of it matters and the men run everything in the middle east and they are all bastards and now all the Sunni arab countries have decided to forego the Sunni foreskin that is Qatar… and the whole geopolitical world is in shock, shock I tell you, and who knows where it could lead…

France is now led by a cuck with his ex teacher for a fucking wife, the UK now has another bitch, not that Cameroon or Bliar were not also controlled by their bitches, not that the Donald isn’t controlled by his bitch, Germany is mutti Merkel, there isn’t a fucking *man* amongst them, and if there was he’d have been iced.

Rumour has it that *some* of the Qatari wimminz guild crossed the line and put a price on the Donald’s head, an “oh shit!” moment that had the rest of the a-rab cuck world taking three steps backwards so as not to be seen to be associated with the ass ass ination of Israel’s new foreign ambassa H^H^H^ the POTUS, and further rumour has it that some of the females in the “hunting” party that went to Iran for their jollies got iced by a US attack on “ISIS”, hence the alleged bounty.

I dunno, but anything that makes international geopolitics sound like some shite tee vee ow my balls sit-com where some guy is also his own uncle and cousin and he only finds out when screwing his wife / auntie that his mum / step-sister has been caught blowing the neighbours dog gets my vote.

It’s gonna be a lot closer to the truth than some shite about unemployment levels or trade relations or infrastructure development, that shit is for the birds.

 

For decades, Post Office Telephones > BT managed to maintain systems that were so good, they even worked when all the power was out to your street, yes, the telephone line even supplied DC power to make the handset work, and of course the exchanges themselves were solid DC power backed by deep cycle lead acid battery banks and big solid bus bars to carry the current with minimal voltage drop.

I’ve built a lot of custom “server” equipment for people over the years, none of it ever died or failed to work 24/7/365, even when components failed, it continued to work and those components got swapped out.

One of the reasons I always claimed that this was so was because I used very expensive (comparably) DC-DC PSU’s and fed them off a nominal 24 VDC rail, and generally speaking the DC supply was two 120 ampere hour deep cycle batteries in series per “pc/server box”.

The math is fairly simple, series batteries and the a/h rating stays the same but the voltage goes up, so at a ten hour rate 2 x 120 Ah batteries give you 24 VDC and 120 Ah, and since it’s all DC watts = volts x amps so you’re looking at 24 x 12 = 288 watts that you can draw for 10 hours, and 288 watts will run a dual CPU headless server box quite nicely thank you.

That wouldn’t have been enough for the old Post Office, they wanted 24 hours of battery life, which gave enough time to rebuild the DC gen sets to recharge the batteries, and once they were running the entire phone system could stay up indefinitely…. and they would have wanted 48 volts because it halves the current and decreased voltage drop and losses…. nor would they use cheap shit truck/boat batteries, they’d all be fuck off big slabs of 2 volt traction cells

Nor should anyone under estimate just how much juice a national phone system can draw, I was shown the national grid power feeds for the days the planes flew into the WTC buildings, and everyone picked up a phone… 10% of Uk power generation was going into the phone network.

Nor do you have to sync a DC gen set / charger to the load, it’s DC, so you just have banks of fuck off big heatsinked diodes, as soon as your charging circuit voltage peaks over bus voltage charging current will flow, it’s magic.

You don’t have a UPS, you have fuck off big banks of lead acid with capacity measured in tens or hundreds of thousands of ampere hours and it’s all glorious DC and it’s all you can do to push it hard enough to get a ripple out of it, and if you stayed 48 volts or less you *shouldn’t* get stuck to it, it could happen, but it was *less* likely, by the time you got to 110 VDC or higher banks it was 50/50 depending on which muscles locked up hard enough to tear ligaments or even break bones…

Then came the fucking AC UPS, the power came from lead acid basically, but the endurance / run time was pitiful, and this applied both to installed capacity as well as the electronics, 100% duty cycles measured in minutes at best.

The only ones that were *any* good were line interactive ones, where the output AC was *always* generated inside the UPS, and that power either came from a mains supply or the pitiful lead acid backup, and then you have synchronisation with the mains clock, again trivial with electronics.

So today in the Register, a FUCKING TECH JOURNAL, they are talking about the BA fuckup and saying the latest shit is that someone reconnected a UPS without switching out the mains or syncing first, and 240 VAC + 240 VAC = 480 volts so it’s no fucking wonder everything fried.

 

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK????!!!

You’re supposed to be a fucking TECH journal.

240 VAC + out of phase 240 VAC won’t give any more than 240 VAC, what it will give you is YUUGE BIGLY current flows as the national grid AC clock and the device AC clock pull at each other, in rotating equipment it can literally rip things apart of off their mountings, i’ve seen it happen, with solid state equipment like a UPS you get to find what happens when 100x max rated current starts pushing through everything before breakers can trip, the magic smoke comes out, so does the more rarely seen magic light and magic sound.

But, even if all this shit is true, it still only explains ONE DC going down bigtime, it does not explain the second one, nor does it explain global ops going down.

I can tell you for a fact, you *can* still go out and spend US$20k on a UPS that is all controlled by buttons or a remote interface, and it is still possible to tell it to link into the mains clock without syncing first, it should be hard wired fucking impossible to do this… it would take at max less than 0.02 seconds for three separate “all must agree or none shall pass” circuits to sample the mains clock before spinning up the UPS power transistor control clock circuit, and bake it in at the circuit level so nobody can bypass it even if they tried.

But it still doesn’t explain the other DC or the global network.

Only ONE thing does, and it is the ONLY thing that is 100% backed up by the fact that to date no whistle blower has contacted the press with the inside skinny.

That thing is a cascade failure that happened because a whole raft of supposedly independent but nevertheless connected departments and procedures have all been operating at “fuck it, do NOT open the bonnet or touch anything, some how the fucker is still working” levels, and NOBODY is coming forwards because NONE of those various departments have clean hands.

But hey, it’s *completely* fucking separate to air traffic control or any other safety critical systems, no connection whatsoever, that is not just a different world, that is a different universe.

And if you buy that, I have some moon dust to sell you.

I just wasted two hours of my morning with a young person who came to me asking for career advice, coincidentally with a post on ZH about the types of jobs that are disappearing fast, you know, chimney sweep, buggy whip maker, etc etc.

I wasted it because I took it seriously and tried to do it properly, and the fact is it soon became apparent that I was wasting my time, but I found it interesting, so I followed the rabbit down the hole.

I should start by saying that in my opinion it is a really hard question even if you know the person, but the answer both genuine and cop out will be some form of trade that you carry out with your hands that you can do alone, Kenneth Williams (ooh matron) of Carry On and other fame was a Draughtsman (pen and paper CAD) before he was drafted into the army and ended up in the entertainments corp and thus began his career, all accidental like, but, he had a trade to fall back on, which he said was something *his* father banged on about.

The thing people don’t get is I’d rather teach a trained draughtsman electronics (as an example, not that I myself know anything about electronics) than a random kid off the street, because the trained draughtsman has already demonstrated that they have the perseverance to stick with something until they master it.

People I know with young kids don’t even talk to me much any more, my last comment that I hoped their 11 year old daughter got real good real fast at blowjobs, because I couldn’t see any other way she’d earn a living, kinds set the cat amongst the pigeons.

I’ve had a couple of people with mid teen kids who see what I do for a living, and in shades of being 20 and unmarried and everyone trying to arrange dates for you, these folks are trying to arrange paid apprenticeships for their progeny, oh, so you mean little Fred who can’t keep a computer running without constantly loading it up with infections, little Fred who has never in living memory used the kettle / cooker / washing machine etc, little Fred whose last comment to me was that I drive a shit old car, *that* little Fred, the little Fred who has never expressed the *slightest* interest to me in what I do, you want me to give *him* a job, *and* pay him, *and* train him…. is that right?

Um, well, he needs something, it would be good for him, umm.

So back to this morning and the wasted youth.

I spent the first 30 minutes explaining what a trade was.. ooh I get it, you mean like a barista…. smacks head on table repeatedly… kid, how did you get so dumb.. not a barista, or a hairdresser, or a celebutard shopper, or a kardashian.

A trade is something that someone comes along and either makes from scratch or design, something that did not exist before, like a welder / fabricator or a turner, or someone who comes along and transforms something from one state into another one, but does so elegantly and with little waste, eg a butcher or a farmer.

oooh, you mean like Pete the mechanic, dad’s mate who fixes all his cars? No, I don’t mean like Pete, I’ve seen the state of your mum and dad’s cars when they leave Pete’s workshop, and frankly when they leave they are worse than they should be when going into a proper workshop run by a proper motor engineer, Pete is fucking useless…  cue teen angst and outrage.

So we go through all the basics, and yeah, I know all that shit about rose tinted glasses and all that, and I know all that shit about most of what we learn at school is shit and who needs to know the great fire of london was 1666 and william the conqueror was 1066, but the fact is, my little shit, you’d been IN the fucking scholastic system from the age of 5, plus you’ve been surrounded by the fucking internet most of your life, so you have a good nine years of learning behind you.

So then I discover, and I fucking shit you not, that questions like “what is 100 times 1?” make you pause, ( hell I started of at 400 times 25 pence, and that wasn’t a question, it was just an aside to an example I was giving about piece work rates and making a profit, and then I saw the vacant look on your face and got side tracked…) and I can see from your face you guess the answer, and all your answers have question marks behind them, you do not KNOW anything…. and school is obviously a place where you can keep guessing until you get the right answer, no penalties.

So my career advice is either practice saying “Do you want fries with that?” or go and join the army and become cannon fodder somewhere… god forbid you are probably not even too stupid to get into the police force.

Because you’re fucked, at 14 your life is already over, and don’t give me that new age shit about little Fred may wake up one day when he is 16 and find something he really likes and start making a go of things and by the time he is 25 he will be a millionaire… that DOES NOT HAPPEN to people who are *totally* uneducated across the board, *despite* being surrounded by the internet, there is a whole world of fucking knowledge and interesting things out there and he doesn’t give a fuck about anything except the latest and greatest phone, and PlayStation 4…..  and maybe Ferrari’s…

And that’s another fucking thing, he is a mad keen Ferrari fan who knows everything about them, show him this pic and meh, some old prat in some old car, is it a mini> Well no kid it’s a cooper, and the old prat is one Enzo Ferrari..  what, so he has the same name as the cars??  Smacks head on table repeatedly again.

But, all this aside, it is true that lots of jobs are going to go the way of the buggy whip maker, I completely fail to see how high street shops that basically sell nothing but greetings cards and wrapping paper and ribbons have any future at all, ditto the £3 for some dreck in a cardboard cup coffee chain shops, in fact unless you are totally blind and deaf the entire retail chain from the factory to your door is undergoing massive change, and you can’t even look at any one sector (for example parcel courier) and not see still more massive change going on, retail is being attacked from all sides and it’s impossible to know where it will go, but it is easy to see that massive changes are looming.

I actually think a young person taking an apprentice ship today with one of the very few remaining true motor engineers / independent garages might not be such a bad thing once all the free credit / personal leasing / inventory stuffing has gone away, it’s certainly a better move than a main brand dealership doing sales or finance or servicing while on the lease…

I think electronics would be a good one too, because you *can* still do most things, after a fashion, with discrete electronic components, and so you’ll still learn what goes on inside an IC and understand it, electronics was the one career that always called to me, but never quite loud enough, when I left school I interviewed for a place at Harwell AERE learning electronics, the siren call of Castrol R40 and BSA pre unit engines was stronger, but I often wonder….

I think programming is a bad one, even if you specialise in a field with a future like CNC or machine vision, because it is likely to be one of those fields where you are either world class, or a worker drone soon to be replaced by a library…

Perversely, despite the total crap that is the hobby market, I think 3d printing / additive machining has a future too, but as part of the hackerspace thing where you rebuild and repurpose stuff rather than just scrapping it, I thing we are due a resurgence of things being used for purposes for which they were never intended at all, eg making a product such as a electricity generating windmill using off the shelf efficient parts from a washing machine etc, rather than trying to do a Dyson and roll your own from scratch just so it is all proprietary IP… this was big in the 70’s in manufacturing.

Beyond that I’d hate to say.

What I do know is, don’t even *think* you are ready for anything unless your basic English language and mathematics skills are up to scratch (basic trig and algebra included) and you need some sort of skill in logic and deduction and working through problems, and I’d also say that if the point of learning is the wage payoff at the end of it, you’re hosed, you need to enjoy the actual things you are learning.

It is true to say that 99.999% of kids leaving school are totally hosed for life, but if survival is the name of the game you don’t have to beat people like me, you only have to be able to beat people like them, and knowing your times tables by heart will do that, so there is some hope for you, you may get past the first tiny hurdle and have at least a shot at learning enough to pass the second one.

Back to the sound guy and camera guy in the bush when they realise they are on the menu for the lions, sound guy takes off boots and puts on running shoes, camera guys says you can’t outrun a lion, sound guy says I’m not going to, going to outrun you…

… sound guy at least gets a second opportunity at life.

Things look different, depending on how you look at them and what facts are pertinent, and are excluded or included…

“Cash for clunkers” scrapping old cars can be seen in one way if you promote it as getting dangerous and dirty old cars off the road, though how that works here in the UK with an annual MOT Test that will itself exclude dangerous and dirty cars from the roads is another question, and the whole thing gets seen in an entirely different light if you put it alongside a government propping up a failing motor industry and a financial industry financing all of this with dodgy loans and personal leases that are then rehypothecated and sold as securities to pension and investment companies.

So, this is a cropped screenshot from today’s online version of the Daily Fail, and I am quite sure that it is not just me that immediately saw the connection, especially as the low low low interest rates are only fixed for two fucking years.

People, especially people who have played the property market for the last 30 years and become exceedingly wealthy on paper, get extremely angry with me when I talk about exposure.

Your exposure is limited if you are 100% mortgage free and own 100% of the equity and both own and POSSESS the deeds to the property and the freehold land it sits on, you still have some chinks in the armour, but things could be a lot worse.

Now that we have dealt with those 6 people (sic) let’s talk about everyone else, and everyone else falls into one of two categories, and the split is defined by law, which of course is itself subject to change, and that is the point at which your own equity share of the whole is sufficient that whoever owns the rest, they cannot force foreclosure and sale to settle their share of the equity… there is lots of “you have to own a third” or “you have to own / have paid off half” stuff going on out there, and of course there is a difference between a clause existing in theory, and that same clause existing in black and white in your own mortgage agreement… I don’t have a mortgage of my own to look at, and nobody that I talk to can actually whip out a legally binding document to examine, and everyone that I know who has “re-mortgaged” because of some “advantageous” offer from the loan company kinda assumed that most of the small print will be the same as the previous agreement, but again, nobody who I talk to can actually whip out a legally binding document to examine.

Then there is the third class, which is those who are blissfully unaware that a debt can be sold or transferred, and the person who owes the money has no say in that, and that the new owner has no legal force of any kind compelling them to adhere to the same terms as the previous lender, and in any event, it is the one who is owed the money that makes the rules.

Oh, yes, but those are edge case scenarios, they all say, well, no, that’s mainstream actually, *most* mortgages are immediately rehypothecated / sold off to another sister (but legally separate) company as securities that are sold to pension and investment firms.

So the truth is that basically none of those people who call themselves “homeowners” actually legally own a house, or anything else, other than a debt obligation, which can itself be re-sold.

Again, for foreign readers, the UK is not the US, in the UK you *cannot* just give the lender the keys and walk away from the “asset” and the associated debt at the same time, you can *only* discharge the debt by paying it off, and the “paying it off” is the bastard, because it can be sold and re sold, and there is nothing at all forcing subsequent owners of your debt to stick to the same terms as you signed up for in the beginning.

“Yes Mr Smith, we are quite aware of the fact that you had a repayment £175,000 mortgage with Max Friends Life Inc for a 20 year term at a 2.2% APR, however that mortgage is now owned by Max Life Friends Inc, and we are increasing the interest rate from 2.2 APR to 9.6% APR, you are of course free to either pay off your remaining mortgage in full in cash now (with a suitable penalty) or find another company who will take over the mortgage from us, we will be quite happy to sell your debt to Friends Life Max Inc for a £10,000 arrangement fee, and they will charge you 10.8% APR.

Welcome to the reality of being a debtor.

In UK Law, as it stands today, which can be changed, you can be legally evicted from your “home”, but you’ll still owe the money.

In Uk Law, as it stands today, you can’t actually be imprisoned for not paying this debt (provided nothing illegal went on, such as you getting a liar loan, or an ordinary mortgage for a property you subsequently let out, etc etc) and the lender can take you to Court and get CCJ’s against you, Bankruptcy is the nuclear option that nobody wants, you’re free of the debt but you can never borrow anything again ever from anyone, it’s like being made a non citizen in today’s society where even a mobile phone contract involves a credit check.

CCJ’s are the legal equivalent or being tarred and feathered, you still owe the money and you have a bad name legally, and depending on the CCJ in question… currently in the UK..

• credit debts, such as credit cards, bank loans and hire purchase agreements
• student loans
• rent or mortgage arrears
• income tax or VAT arrears.

are all types of debts that can have special CCJ’s with powers to deduct from your earnings at source, so when you go and live in a tent they can still take your money at source.

Nor are people aware that “my mortgage is always paid up to date by standing order, I have never been in arrears, it’s just the bloody 10k credit card debt I’m having problems with…” isn’t any kind of safety net, the credit card company can force your mortgaged house to be repo’d and put on sale to settle the debt.

Or the mortgage company can use the credit card debt as an excuse to increase your mortgage rate, you *did* read all that small print about you not owing anyone else any significant sums of money while you hold the mortgage didn’t you?? didn’t you? Oh well…

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In short, you can argue that house price inflation is the least of the changes in the debt market in the past 30 years, the biggest changes by far are the changes to all the Terms and Conditions applied to these debts, and the attitude of the general populace to the changes that have taken place.

So, when you see two articles as above that just happen to be placed next to each other, when you are like me and see the obvious connections of even “cheaper” (when talking about debt, cheap means easy to get in to, it’s got fuck all to do with how easy it is to service long term or get out of) debt being used to prop up a shaky housing bubble for as long as possible, you see it as a sign, that finally the bubble may be about to implode and a whole load of chickens may be coming home to roost.

My own brother could be living mortgage free in a 500 year old house with 5 acres of land, instead he is living mortgaged up in a thoroughly modernised 500 year old house with 5 acres of land worth well in excess of a million.

The problem is, you can’t make an egg out of an omelette, and he can’t go back to debt free in a 500 year old house on 5 acres, through the miracle of debt, (and a few shoddy expensive modernisation builders) *that* property ceased to exist when he started in on the renovations.

He isn’t worried, *they* have assets equal or greater to the mortgage, “assets” like pensions and so on, you know, things that can be wiped out in toto overnight because the pension / investment fund that holds the million plus in their favour, “invested” it in rehypothecated loans, and now they are junk.. so what will happen then? Will his half million mortgage on what was a million plus property vanish? will it fuck.

The only things that will vanish are the market value of the house and the golden pension pot that made the mortgage seem like no risk at all…

Now, I can rail and rave about what a twat my brother is and how much I hate him and am jealous of him and how stupid he is, none of those things are true, blood is thicker than water, when my own FRA hit the fan he turned up with one of his sons to help me pack and move, and he has never once asked me “did you do it”, and it is entirely my own privilege to not forgive him for stealing my toy duck when I was four, even if he didn’t actually steal it.

He’s actually well educated and worked most of his life in the city as it were, and he is not unaware of any of the above, it’s more of a fuck it, if it does it does, in the meantime, why not ride the tiger?

I was actually thinking yesterday that a big part of his problem is that *I* was the financially irresponsible youth, spending everything I could get my hands on on motorcycles and booze and drugs and parties, while he was the sensible one who just went to work and started getting mortgages and never got in trouble with the po-po.

He never had a debt he couldn’t service, he never learned… I did, and will never forget or forgive, once bitten, forever shy…

He’s also basically spent his entire life as an employee earning a monthly salary plus bonuses and junkets, I think I’ve spent maybe 5 years of my life in that particular comfort zone, and comfort zone it is, finances are *easy* when you get a fixed sum every month and as soon as you get it the clock starts counting down to the next one….  finances are *harder* when in addition to next months rent and bill and day to day expenses you plan for stuff like regular major vehicle maintenance and so on, and some of those items are “as soon as I get the spare money” rather than things that just get booked in the diary.

I’ve travelled a lot, and well, and stayed in those places for weeks rather than the usual 12 days with a day either side flying there and back, but I’ve never been in the situation where I could sit down now and book next year’s holiday, I have no fucking idea if I’ll have the money in July 2018 to go somewhere and have a good time and spending money.. that shit scares me as much as signing up for a personal vehicle lease.

So it matters, a lot, what you look at, how you look at it, and what is sat next to it when you do, so much so that it utterly transforms the thing that initially you thought you were going to look at.

There was *one* interesting comment in the daily fail, a 44 year old man still saving up to buy his first home, because he missed the tail end of the old house price scheme before the bubble started.

It’s interesting because most of the hype in the MSM is about the plight of “first time buyers” and the difficulties they face on the “housing ladder”.. yes, a ladder, something you climb to greater heights, double plus good stuff, and the inference is that these are all “younger” people, you know, the people for whom this is the first time the fair has come to town, not those who have seen it all before and know all the stalls are rigged…

As someone who us currently seeking to rent / lease commercial property, I’m again in contact with those who work in real estate, and I have to tell you, they are fucking scared and fucking desperate, there is pretty much an even split between those who simply are not interested in talking to me because I won’t even consider signing a lease at £25k p.a. that I can’t pay, and those that would love to rent me something, but don’t have anything on the books that meets my requirements…

So it’s that a lot of the places that in the broadest terms might be suitable (size and location etc) and are vacant, when I go to look at them I see a notice like this on the door, the old tenant has been evicted for not keeping up with the lease… so now those landlords and agents are a bit leery too… there is a lot of distrust between all parties, and that’s one of the most effective restrictions on business and the economy going.

Of course I relate all this to my home owning friends, who dismiss everything I have to say because I am some sort of freaky archaic loser who does not own an 800 square foot “house” worth a quarter of a million, so I hit them with my “head assplodez” comment… this is fucking commercial property dude, you know, fucking BUSINESS property, you know, those places that have EMPLOYEES, people who go home to mortgaged houses that they “own” that might want to climb the property ladder up to something as awe inspiring as your very own rabbit hutch with enough land out front to swing a very small cat, maybe…

Maybe we can then revisit all those parties that you never invited me to where all the guests congratulated each other on how their houses had “earned” more than they had so far this year.

There was another post in the daily fail about an english couple around my age finally found living in a 20 foot container in Mallorca, seems they have been wanted since 2009, when, facing financial difficulties, they “rented” their under age kids to a paedo.

Imagine “market forces” coming to that town, where the paedo says listen folks, the guys in #7 have prettier kids, and the guys in #22 have  twins, and the guys in #56 have a couple of toddlers I can put on lay away (sic) so it’s not that I’m not interested in renting little Johnny for the weekend, but three tins of beans and a roll of toilet paper is just too fuckin’ much man…

… because let’s face it, what else do you have to trade for “income” when your McHouse is finally seen as the liability it is and not the fucking Disney princess asset you have all been seeing it as these past 20?