Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

Twain said something along the lines of it’s not what you don’t know that will kill you, it’s what you do know for a fact but ain’t so that will kill ya.

I have long said this to people in business, the most important data is data you can never know, why everyone who walked past your shop walked past, instead of walking in.

In shades of this today’s earlier post about the long time wimminz friend asking for help for her daughter, how do I know how many were asked before me, and how many remain to be asked after me…

Whether the number of potential helpers is 3 or 300, I rather suspect that I am right at the end of the list.

That’s not the shit that will kill you, as Twain said, it’s knowing you’re number 1 on the list when you are really number 300 on the list, or vice versa.

I knew my psycho skank ho ex was a crazy, but, I was pretty sure that that crazy only went as far as claiming that the man in her life beat her, and then only as an extreme, same with her daughter, who obviously as an acorn didn’t fall too far from the tree, I was pretty sure that the crazy only went as far as denying the harsh realities of life and preferring some frog kissing whisked off to Monaco escapism crap.

I had the hardest time for months coming to terms with the fact that these psycho skank ho’s were willing to deliberately make false rape allegations and false he wants to fuck his own kids and false he has computers full of kiddie porn and false he is a long term violent junkie bastard allegations.

But I did not go so far as to make the Twain mistake, and believe that it COULDN’T be so, it MUST be some horrible mistake, all I have to do is pop over there and see the psycho skank ho face to face and sort it all out.

If I had done that it would have been taken as proof that all the false allegations were true, and I would have been locked up.

But do not let me kid you, the Twain mistake is EASY to make, and ONLY hard cold clinical acceptance of reality will prevent you from making it, it is HARD to avoid acting upon things that you “know” to be so, but ain’t.

It wasn’t a mistake, it was all quite premeditated and calculating and deliberate and planned, including all the traps I was expected to fall into, and the only mistake to be seen for miles around was my mistake, for years, of my assessment of their characters, or lack of.

Of course, some mistakes are easier to make than others, and some mistakes are easier to admit than others.

It’s the nature of my character that it only took me a couple of days to realise that I had made one of the biggest mistakes of my life in my judgement of the psycho skank ho ex, and only a couple more days to admit to anyone who would listen that I was possibly the biggest asshole to walk the planet.

That acceptance that I made a Twain mistake, early and fully, is what saved me, and what made me stronger and better and ultimately one fuckton of a lot more happier.

The psycho skank ho ex walked out of secret family court at the end of it all as bitter and twisted as she always ways, but nevertheless convinced that she had won, maybe not the jackpot, but at least she has won and I had lost… classic Twain mistake.

I walked out of there feeling like someone who had just got out free after 8 years in solitary, I really was free to get on with my life, free of her financial demands, free of her company, free of her sexual desires, free of her demands on my time and effort, free of being her personal unpaid taxi driver handyman dogsbody, free of it all, forever.

Twain mistake on her part was thinking my kids were something to hurt me with, when the fact is the kids were her insurance policy and pension plan and control mechanism all rolled into one, take it all away and you don’t hurt me much, you do unburden me immeasurably and forever.

*I* would never have so completely and finally and eternally excluded the psycho skank ho from my life and wallet and time and effort as they excluded themselves, and for that I am grateful to their psycho skanky nature, if not to them personally.

The momma I mentioned in the previous post, there was a classic Twain mistake, believing, no, *knowing* that giving her daughter absolute freedom was the right thing to do, and *knowing* that training her to be some decent man’s wife 1.0 was the wrong thing to do.

Another classic Twain mistake is believing that the Donald, or anyone else, has your back or gives a shit what happens to you, Aesop’s fable of the scorpion and the frog is a classic example, the frog *knew* it was insane to think the scorpion would sting it.

I’m in my mid fifties and no matter how long and hard I think, I can come up with two females who have ever put ANY skin in the game to cover my ass, and one of those was my mother so that’s kinda “job description” stuff, or should be.

I have a full complement of fingers and toes, and I do not need to take my shoes off to count up all the males who have ever put any skin in the game to cover my ass…. and though I say so myself I am a fairly easy going personable likeable kind of guy, worst thing most people have to say about me is I call a spade and spade and don’t suffer fools gladly.

Fact is I’m a lot better off in these cover your ass stakes than most people, like the momma above, she don’t need to fingers and toes to count, she can count on her clitoris, and still keep her pants on.

This follows on from the previous post and the weather thing.

Big big big mistake to know for sure that tomorrow the sun is gonna shine, or the rain is gonna fall, or anything else, like the Brexit will make the difference or the donald will drain the swamp.

That’s Twain mistakes, that shit *will* kill you, because you act as though it is true when it ain’t… the stuff that you didn’t know about but which is true, far far less likely to impact your life personally.

It doesn’t matter if there is civil war and blood on the streets and bodies hanging from lamp posts or not, those things will come to pass or not, your survival however is likely very very dependent on you “knowing” what was going to happen, and being wrong.

Just ask Hitlary.

Snowden, for all his faults, knew and was right, and he got the fuck out.

 

I’ve been asked if I am pro Trump, a believer.

The answer is no, if I had been a US citizen then a Trump vote would have been a protest vote, anyone who isn’t Hitlary, but would I have actually voted? Who knows.

Trump, unlike Hitlary, does have some redeeming qualities, whether that matters when you throw someone in at the deep end in DC is another story, personally I wonder if anything less than a vicious bastard who declared martial law on day 1 and started stringing up the incumbents on day 2 en masse would be sufficient to “drain the swamp”.

Being practical about it give the guy 2 terms / 8 years of daily battles and he could make some serious inroads, and it could also all be undone within a few weeks of his departure, whether that be in 8 years or 8 weeks at the hands of Pence and others.

The thing everyone gets wrong about all this soci politico econo bullshit is they think analysing it gets you any useful information, it doesn’t, you can study weather until your ass falls off and your forecast for next week is a valid as the guy who looks at a dog turd and says drier warmer weather on the way.

Society is like a great weather system, it’s chaotic, predictions worth their salt don’t come along often enough to be useful, predictions that are wrong are a daily occurrence.

Big lows on the Maine coast, fuck that, I’ll move to different climes, gets on a plane and 12 hours later settles down in Ireland, and 72 hours later those exact same big lows that plagued you in Maine are passing over your head again.

You can draw parallels between current western economic thinking and current western climate thinking, it doesn’t matter if the rules are all bullshit or not, all that matters is that those that write the rule book are also those who benefit from it.

In shades of me saying to people “Leaving aside entirely the issue of right and wrong, me fucking your teeny daughters and bonding with them and looking after them long term is only one half on an equation, the other half is why would I, what is in it for me? And trust me, sex with a teeny isn’t a plus in that equation…” and you can see them struggle with it and basically just NOT GET, AT ALL, the point you are trying to make…

Leaving aside entirely the issue of right and wrong, QE / ZIRP / property bubbles long term are only one half of the equation, the other half is why would I, what is in it for me? And trust me, mortgaged / leased homes / cars aren’t a plus in that equation…

Yes, your teeny daughter is probably as safe in bed with me as she is with her own father, and your Mercedes on HP  is probably as safe with me as it is with you, THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING POINT.

The point is I am an outlier who asks what is in it for me, and the answer is not much, and I can explain in as much detail as you can stomach why that is o, so the point is who the fuck are all these other assholes who do NOT think like me or reason like me or look around themselves like me.

CONGRATULATIONS, you just saved your teeny daughter from the horrors of having my huge throbbing penis rammed inside her, the one guy who would have bonded with her if she has been wife 1.0 material, meanwhile, the 3,500,000,000 other men with penises are still out there, what you gonna do, protect her one penis at a time?

Teach her *all* penises are evil?

Basically do everything except the ONE FUCKING THING that actually works, teach her to be a good and sensible person who uses the fucking brain god gave her, who judges people by their actions and not their words, who trusts her gut, who never forgets and never forgives, who learns to not only be self sufficient but also how to co-operate and share.

Sure, I talk about dirty old men (me) impaling teeny girls on my monster cock because it gets a reaction, it’s the one universal thing that most adults and parents will agree on, even more than almost anything else, it crosses cultures and races and religions, and I STILL can’t get cunts to see the logical fallacies of their beliefs, what the fuck is the point of never mentioning any of it at all, and only ever wittering on in dry stale terms about percentage interest being an exponential mathematical function?

I happen to kind of agree with some of the Freudian stuff, we are all sexual creatures, and probably all are more motivated by sexual desires than we know or wish to admit.

I look at a hunk of inert metal that is my motorcycle and call it sexy for fuck’s sake, I have heard accountants and bankers say the same thing about some financial instruments and documents, I can talk about yanks who had a hard on for the Constitution… yadda yadda yadda.

So, your daughter is five years old, so what, in a dozen years she will be sucking cock and taking it up the ass, this is no different to saying you new 2017 E class on private leasing is going to be someone’s 500 buck junker in a dozen years, or your pristine new shopping mall is going to be some wino’s rain shelter in a dozen years.

Talking about YOUR flesh and blood MIGHT make you listen, nah, fuck that, no chance, but it does give me bank on the only thing that matters, being able to say nope, TOLD YOU SO MOTHERFUCKER in years to come when you wring your hands and cry and start complaining that nobody could have predicted it and nobody warned you so it’s not your fault.

It’s personal weather forecasting, I can’t point at any date on the calendar and predict what is going to befall your 5 year old daughter in the future, but I can say in a dozen years she will be taking it up the ass.

This is the nature of chaotic systems like politics or economies or weather forecasting….

A SPECIFIC forecast is what everyone seeks, and provides, because then you can know in advance what is going to happen and take preventative measures, and of course it is all total bullshit.

A specific forecast is the day and date your 5 year old will first have a cock in her hand, who fucking knows.

A general observation of chaotic systems is ALWAYS right, because it includes entropy and inevitability.

Your daughter IS going to get a lot of cock in her life, MY cock is one of the last ones you ever need to be worrying about.

Your house built on a flood plain IS going to get flooded, when? Who knows.

In times gone past such things were accepted, build a house in Tornado alley and try and insure it against tornados, build an identical house in BC and try and insure it against tornados… spot the difference.

The insurance company wasn’t a weather forecaster or a merchant of doom or some old pervert wanting to fuck your teeny daughter up the ass.

I had this exact conversation a few months ago with the mother of a girl who now has her own kids, I have known the mother since the girl in question was literally in nappies, and I did indeed make some comments a few years thereafter to the mother that she should be training that little girl to be my teeny bitch and bond for life.. I don’t say this to demonstrate that I have always been a pervert, but to demonstrate that I have always thought this way and seen the world this way.. and of course at that time I got a punch on  the shoulder and an awww you dirty old man and a grin.

So we fast forward a whole bunch of years to a couple of months ago, and this now grandmother is talking to me about the issues her little girl has, and the issues *her* kids are having now, and wondering, seeing as we have known each other so long and since I have known this kid since it was in nappies, can I help?

So I just look at her and remind her of those days and those conversations, and she says yes, she remembers, and yes, she agrees that with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight the best possible thing she could have done would have been to train teeny to be my bitch.

BUT she says, that would have been WRONG she says, because it is the girl’s life and she MUST HAVE THE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE HER OWN LIFE.

I just nod, and say yes, I agree with you, and since she exercised that freedom she can lie in the bed she made herself and I in my own freedom choose not to lift and finger to help.

It’s not because I am a genius or a prophet, it’s because I have lived long enough to see the inevitable come to pass, I have seen the house built on the flood plain turned into an island, I have seen the new E class turned into a 500 buck clunker workhorse, I have seen the precious baby turn into a mentally unstable train wreck.

I have no idea if I will live long enough to see the great social / economic reset or not, put it this way, I accept the possibility enough that I have avoided debt and encumbrances the past 20 years, at significant personal cost I might add, but I don’t know when it is coming.

I don’t know what the weather will be tomorrow, I don’t know what will happen in the lands of politics or economics or society next week, I don’t know what will happen to AAPL stocks.

But what I *****DO***** know, is stuff that is real, and I DO know everyone else (like the momma above) simply discounts it, because all they are interested in are specific forecasts, not inevitable periodic events in chaotic systems.

It’s not my cock that you need to be protecting your teeny daughters from, it is being forever unworthy of my cock that you should be protecting them from, irrespective of whether or not that actual opportunity ever arises in real life.

I saw that girl go from a mewling baby through puberty to a young teen to an older teen that quite frankly looked quite hot and sexy to a late twenties spotty fat land whale with drug dependency and mental issues and two kids of her own fathered by two different pond scum, and I doubt that a whole bottle of Viagra now would enable me to get an erection within her presence, and her presence is something that is deeply uncomfortable and depressing.

And it really all was so predictable yet avoidable, but inevitable, in the name of freedom and not ever making any decisions of lasting consequence.

Mommy can only now admit that, freedom aside, the best thing that could have happened to her daughter was for her to train her from teeny to ride on my cock and bond for life, BUT, she can only admit that because she also knows I do not have a time masheen (sic) in my pocket, if I did, then, boy, she really would hate me.

As it is, as she said, she has never really understood me.

The feeling is mutual.

I have an old photo of her and my dad and her dad taken by her mum, back when we were both teenys ourselves, god she was hot, but her eye never fell on me.

Far from being a missed opportunity and a “what if”, I wonder what doors I did open and pathways I did venture down that would have been forever unknown to me had it been different, and that is way way way too high a price, and that is the real reason for me passing on helping the girl, the cost is unknown, but whatever it is, it’s too fuckin’ high.

No es mi problema.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4311760/Mum-7-lovers-teen-daughters-phone-iPad.html

So, mummy’s darling little princess, by the age of 13, has fucked at least 7 different guys that we know of, and I say that we know of because these are the ones she kept records of on her iPhone and iPad, and the only person who gets punished is the oldest guy, (#5 in the list of 7 to empty their balls into mini skank) because he was 27 at the time and had a pregnant girlfriend who found out about it when mini-slut called her up and asked her if she knew that her man had just fucked mini-slut… classy all around…

Even the judge has to admit mini-slut was “willing” which means in reality as we can see, she was eager, keen, and very very pro-active… so pro-active these seven were on a bucket list with ticks next to their names when the deed had been done.

1/ now none of these people, including this guy, were the sharpest knives in the drawer, willingly consigning evidence of all of their actions to the big data cloud, where it can be extracted and used in evidence against you, never once thinking to create any records for themselves that could be used to exculpate themselves, or at the very least to apportion blame where it was due.

2/ mini-slut, mini-slut’s sister, mini-sluts baby momma, all get a free pass of course, all are “victims” and are supposed to be the object of our pity, none of them are architects of their own downfall, that only applied to the oldest guy.

3/ the other six guys, who’s ages at the time we are told range from 14 to some unknown number less than 27 (so probably around the 21 mark) presumably get a pass, as do all the others who weren’t on the list, as do everyone else doing this…… because this 13 year old girl ain’t the fucking outlier in society.

I am an older guy, mid fifties, there are a lot of places I fear to tread, for example there are a lot of things that interest me from an intellectual point of view, but I know better than to google them and create records of those searches, records that can be pulled at some future date when 2 + 2 needs to make 22 to convict my ass of something I did not do.

For example when you hear of guys having sex with sexually mature 13 year olds, well, I can see the mechanics of it, when you hear of guys having sex with 8 years olds, well, I don’t actually know how that is possible, mechanically, I’d have assumed things were too unformed and too tight, but then again intellectually I’d assume that with a little care (yeah, I know) it should be physically possible, but like making sarin gas it’s not something I am prepared to research, not because I have any latent desired to do either, but because any such research will be held up as a sign of guilt, why would anyone but a terrist want to know how to make sarin?

We’re getting to the place where google searches on how police speed traps work and so on is being used to convict, and to increase sentencing, so it ain’t science fiction that I am talking about here

Similarly there is a lot of behaviour on the roads, or a lot of behaviour with tax evasion and other things that I see other people routinely do, and apparently getting away with scot free, but which I refrain from doing, if you like, I just don’t have the balls, I’d say “any longer” but I dunno if I ever did really.

Same goes for teeny sex, sure, it’s only anecdotal, but my take is teeny sex is far more prevalent and pervasive now that it was back when I was of that age back in the 1970’s, *far* more prevalent, so much more so that despite the now huge age gap (and attraction gap) between myself and a teeny, teeny sex is more readily available to me as an individual now than it was back then when I was a teeny myself.

Just for clarity’s sake, it is worth pointing out again that this is not paedophilia, it’s ephebophilia, this girl was not a pre-pubescent small child, this was  a sexually mature young woman on the rag and able to get pregnant, and since she did not, undoubtedly one of the millions of “minors” female who are getting free contraceptives without her parent’s knowledge or consent, for these are not needed.

Without wishing to be seen to defend this guy, or those like him, and without wishing to be seen to promote “paedophilia” as the press would brand all such sexual interactions, in the last 40 years it has gone from something that I never knew existed, to something that basically gets offered to me on a monthly basis, for values of “offered” that include comments from mothers that what their 13 year old daughter desperately needs is a man like me.

If that isn’t an open door to a potential future invitation, I don’t know what is.

Like searching on google for “how to fuck underage girls up the ass” exploring these potential future invitations in a purely intellectual enquiry is something I lack the balls to do, even though it interests me, I have no clue as to the motivation of these mothers, and I’d love to know, not just speculate, are they all just seeking blackmail or what… so all I am left with is the truth, and yet I can see that the truth is never easy to swallow for these wimminz, it’s not what they are expecting, and it doesn’t fit with their world view.

“What’s in it for me?” is my answer, apparently the mere opportunity to dip my cock in some 13 year old flesh is supposed to be enough to drive all reason permanently from my head, but the reality is, apart from the younger and firmer flesh, what does the 13 year old have to offer me?

As we can see from the above story you can forget anything mythical bullshit about life bonding with a virgin who will only ever know your cock, hell no, you’re somewhere in the double digits, and that actually even more revolting the younger the skank in question, I can forgive a mid 30’s wimminz who has kept count and who is honest and tells me I am number 14 or something, it’s not great by any means, in fact it has lots of problems, but hey, when all life gives you is lemons….. but being presented with the same thing from a early 20’s wimminz is worse, and being presented with the same thing from a 13 year old is fucking horrendous.

Then there is the other side of the coin, the personality, or lack thereof, (maybe you can tell I was never a father to girls) but few things in this world fill me with more oh-fuck-no-I-can’t-stand-this-shit than spending time in company with young teen girls, at least the 30’s something skank has had most of that rainbow barbie shit kicked the fuck out of her, the young teen girl however… shudders..

Then there is the rest of the domestic bliss, the little bitch will barely be able to operate her iPad, fucking forget knowing how to use a kettle or a cooker or a hoover or anything else, much less how to care for my ass and pander to my needs and desires.

And if that isn’t enough they can’t even go out and get a fucking paper round to bring money in, that’s illegal now, without a fucking individually applied for permit for any kid between 13 and 15, at 16 the cunts can work full time, so in addition to all of the above pleasures I get to PAY for the little skank’s company.

“What’s in it for me?” is therefore akin to yeah, that holds about as much attraction as cutting my own legs off with a rusty spoon, ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE????

So you put it all together and what do you get?

Are these post pubescent but only just teens fucking?

Yes, like rabbits.

So who is doing it?

Anyone and everyone who is literally starting and ending their sexual interactions at emptying their balls / filling their cunt and ticking off bucket lists, it really is, and CAN BE NO MORE THAN, as vapid and empty and transient as that.

I will argue, and it is my belief, that these born post 2,000 AD teens are both the product and the proof that the destruction of our once great western society and civilisation and the destruction of the concept of the nuclear family is now almost complete.

I can see one, perhaps two further fairly inevitable stages in the process, and then there is anarchy and wholesale bloodshed no matter what, and that is pre-pubescent pre-teens going down the same route, and for all I know it is already happening, I just don’t have the guts to google it and leave records of same.

I do know these pre-teen pre-pubescent children are being programmed for it, wholesale, in primary schools up and down the country, with mandatory “sex education” classes and drug classes and diversity classes and transexual toilets for 6 year old Tommy H^H^H^ Tammy and 24/7 access to smartphones with cameras and streaming access to pornhub.

It’s 2017 and it is just as well that my life does not depend upon me be able to point at any large business or institution in the UK and being able to say “There is not very much corruption going on there”

It’s just as well because I do not know of any where it is not rife.

It’s just as well because I do not know of any where once you start following the rabbit hole it just keeps getting ever deeper and ever more corrupt.

I know of someone who has claimed that for the past 20 years the courts and police and social services in this region have in effect been little more than a cover for a pervasive and powerful paedophile ring that is large enough that none within these systems can be both 100% unaware and 100% untouched by it.

He believes that we have a deliberately engineered paedophiles playground, the kicker is most of us cattle aren’t invited to that party, in shades of only the king can eat venison and swan.

I’d love to be able to dismiss him as being crazy and deluded and just another tinfoil hatter nut job, it is with great sadness in my heart that my true feelings are that he is only an idiot because he only sees one rabbit hole of corruption, when the fact is the societal landscape is a swiss cheese of them.

Mankind as a whole is a deeply flawed creature, 99% of the population actively needs some sort of religious belief, for much of recent human history that could be christian and muslim and heretic and jew and so on, but my belief is no christian or jew or muslim of 1600 AD would recognise anyone today who claimed the same label, the new religion is fuck your neighbour, and christianity and islam and other things are just privacy screens drawn over the new religion to confuse and obscure.

You can posit sects and cabals and clans who use paedophila (it’s simple enough Fred, you fuck this 8 year old up the ass until it bleeds, and you’re in for life and it’s easy street, you refuse at this stage and we say you did anyway and take your family out too and destroy them, and your kids and grandkids will be the next ones on the bed crying for mercy) to garner and control power, but it is just another diversion to say “THIS IS THE DEVIL’S WORK” and invoke God as your protector and your shield, this corruption IS the new religion, no dead religion like christianity or islam or any of the mere shadows practiced today is any threat to it, in fact it is all just useful camouflage.

Vault 7 (for those who were not already turned on to such things) tell anyone with a brain one thing.

CIA/FBI/MI6/Fuckbook/Google/Apple/ MS/ etc already have copies of everything the 13 year old girl who started this post off typed into her iPhone and iPad, they had copies 60 seconds after she typed it in, her and everyone else on the planet.

A very simple search query would not just identify every single child in any country or region who was at risk, but also exactly who they were communicating with and what was said, done, planned and so on.

I have always said, judge by ACTIONS and NOT by WORDS.

It isn’t done, it is never done, not in the open anyway.

So it is done, in secret.

This 13 year old girl, like all 13 year old boys and girls with technology, is uploading not only everything she is thinking and doing, including naked selfies, she is also downloading everything programmed into her, and you are HONESTLY going to try and tell me that nowhere is there anyone going through this information looking either for suitable young flesh to use, or others who have used it, who can be themselves used as a result?

The technology exists, trivially, to do man in the middle editing, in such a way that what I type and what ***I*** see on this screen, does not match what ***YOU*** see on your screen when you look at this blog.

The technology exists, trivially, to add / remove / edit content on my devices without either my knowledge or permission or co-operation.

The technology exists, trivially, so hide things that DO exist and to fake things that do NOT exist, how do you know who or what wrote this blog.

When the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES find himself in a place where there is on the one hand what is actually happening, and there is on the other hand what the media reports, but of course we only have access to what the media reports, so existentially does something happen if the media does not report it?

This isn’t about some SJW’s or libtards or snowflakes, this isn’t something that is trivial to fix, if only someone had the will or the power, this isn’t easy or painless or clean, this isn’t going to be “mission accomplished” or “VE Day” or the passing of the Spartans.

I have more than a passing suspicion that, to isolate just one rabbit hole of corruption purely for example’s sake, the paedos are busy butt hurting 8 year old’s because they know the sands are running out, they don’t know what is coming or who will or will not survive, but in the meantime may as well get down and party hearty to excess, the band plays on while the Titanic sinks.. the only tragedy there is that anyone apart from a few below decks stokers and hands survived, for they are the only ones who slightly deserved to, though they shared a portion of the guilt too, for stoking the boilers in the first place.

Hear me well, I have been THE white face for 75 miles in any direction, and yet in all my life I have never felt quite so much the stranger in the strange land than I do now in 2017 in my “own” country and society.

This is *NOT* a natural and inevitable side effect of the ageing process and progress elesewhere in the world outside my head.

For everyone reading this, this is all anecdotal, because it is all conversations (mainly digital but some face to face) that I have had with guys, and some wimminz.

First off we have to admit that not all countries are the same legally, things that the courts can and will do in one country are not the same as what the courts can and will do in another country.

Second we have to admit that we are not the CIA panopticon spying on everyone through their TV and cellphone, so we do not know everything, we only have a sample of data.

Third we have to admit that this sample data may be biased, so you shouldn’t take it as an instruction manual.

My own personal take on this is now some 9 years in the past, that was when I was dragged through the secret family courts, and back then that process took basically two years plus.

Since then we know that all kinds of alleged crimes have been reported, many historical in nature, so the workload and backlog in the courts is much worse now than it was then, so there are still the easy and fast to do “rubber stamp” cases where nobody is arguing about anything and it just needs signing off, and there are still the more serious criminal cases where a proper trial has to be heard, and for everything else there is much more amalgamation, so instead of the utility company applying for 20 different warrants they now apply for a block of 20 warrants and they are all heard together (in both cases assuming nobody shows up to contest) so in short the court system as a whole hasn’t grown significantly in the past 10 years, but the caseload has, in part that has been addressed by doing stuff in blocks, in part by just making everything else wait at the end of the queue even longer than before.

Now there is a difference between being stopped for drink driving on the 5th January 2017 and being told you will be in court to answer for this on the 11th January 2017, and being told you will be in court to answer this on the 18th October 2017, and it’s the sort of difference every parent and every dog owner knows.

If the punishment does not *rapidly* follow the crime, the two things become seen as separate incidents, not connected to one another.

Of course nobody likes punishment, but if it follows closely on the heels of the transgression, you associate the two, and hopefully it moderates your future behaviour, if it is delayed, then it isn’t just disliked, it is seen as unjust and resented…. I ain’t done shit for seven months, why punish me now…

Briefly getting back to the title, rent is like that, you pay it regularly, you note any changes or lack of, and you expect the next one, it’s a lot like doing 60 mph down the road, mile a minute, I have 112 miles to go to my destination and two hours to get there, not a problem, tick tock, it’s a steady beat.

As a species, we like immediacy, take two identical countries, country A and country B, they have identical tax laws, and identical taxes, and identical paperwork, and identical punishments, it’s all identical, except for one thing, in country A if your taxes are filed one hour late within 7 days you are in court, in country B it may take a year or two before you get into court.

No human being alive will think that countries A and B are going to have the same number of tax cases in court…. I have a court date in mid April, no worries, it’s still early March, plenty of time to do the paperwork…. that’s how people work, because between now and mid April, there will be a thousand and one other things I need to deal with.

So back to the people I have been talking to, the subject is payments to ex’s, whether it be alimony or child support or a mixture of both.

More and more and more simply aren’t paying, and I don’t mean they are falling behind but still paying 85% of it because that is all they can do, I mean they can’t pay all of it, so they are paying none of it, and as for the court date to deal with it, haven’t heard, but it won’t be 2017, so fuck it.

So when I say I have been talking to people, I don’t just mean deadbeat dads and ex’s, I mean court staff (there have been changes there too, up to a couple of years ago you could go to the court building and talk to staff, get forms, file forms, make payments, all face to face, now they are no longer there, and you must write to them…) and the court staff are also saying things are changing, the “clients” are saying look, I got 13 months rent, 13 car payments, 13 insurance payments, 13 utility payments, I need new shoes, I’m almost outta toilet roll and work are talking about downsizing, all before this court date next year, and I’m supposed to fill in all these bloody forms that will say how things are when things this month ain’t the same as they were last month…

… and they are basically ignoring it.

Fuck it, I’ll worry about it when it happens, and by then I’ll probably have moved address to retain employment or moved address because I can no longer afford it in my new job, and it’s not like I have any contact with the ex or kids anyway.

And it could be true or it could be lies, but someone in social security tells me that all the ex’s and mums are now saying on their forms that they are no longer getting anything from the ex’s…

And then I go down to the local industrial estate, and amongst other things, it is well know as being *the* place to go and buy a new car for 100 miles around, as they have every main dealer you can imagine there somewhere.

And in what I think is a COMPLETELY unrelated subject, I talk and ask about the stories in the press about new car sales going through the floor and excess inventory everywhere, and I ask this as a sign of the economy in general, and two separate sales guys in two separate dealerships tells me the exact same thing, the numbers of wimminz buying new cars has basically fallen off a cliff, just like that (snaps fingers) only wimminz buying new cars now are the one working full time in careers, and not many of them.

MM, does that really make such a difference, yes they say, the wimminz represented 48% of new car sales last year…

For some reason, half the market basically got culled last year.

One of them tried to sell me a new sprinter, 30% off, it was interesting because quite a few brand new things have been offered to me at 30% off, straight off the bat, recently… and that’s funny because I was always the weird guy who used to haggle and walk away if I couldn’t get at least 5% off, and I often had to work for it.

Never before in the UK have I been offered 30% off new capital equipment as an opening line, and it has happened 4 times so far in 2017, and the cheapest item was 4k.

It would appear there is nothing going on but the rent, and those that can pay their rent every month are focusing on that, fuck next year, you gotta get there first…

… so I have spoken to just about a round dozen guys who either were paying or who are about to pay money to an ex every month, and EVERY SINGLE ONE of them has stopped paying anything at all if they were paying, and stopped making any provisions or plans to pay if they have a future court date.

And NONE of them have done it in a head in the sand can’t be worrying about that now sense, they are all fuck it, not paying, not ever, even if it means living in a tent on the dole, I’ll scale back before I pay, because without exception all of them see it as a punishment for working and trying to get ahead, the harder they try, the more someone else will benefit… and yes generally western society and taxation works like that anyway, so it’s not the principle, but the individual burden.

Almost literally exactly every single one said the exact same thing, “it’s gotten too much”

I can pay my rent and utilities and food and vehicle costs, just, or I can pay the ex and run up arrears in one or more of the above, and what’s the point in that because if I lose my licence for no insurance because I can’t afford it or get the electric and water cut off and get dragged into court or don’t pay rent and the landlord evicts me, I won’t be paying the ex, because I’ll have lost my job… so it’s self preservation time.

Getting back to the car sales guys, the last gasp down there is what amounts to personal leasing, in *theory* I could consider it, or at some time in the future I could consider it… after all leasing business premises will cost me 700 quid a month, (plus VAT) and you can probably add the same again to actually run a business from it, so that’s 1,400 quid a month, so and additional 300-500 a month for a “company” vehicle, whether it be a practical panel van or a directors Merc, isn’t such a big push…. for mum’s who were getting 250 a month minimum just as child support from the deadbeat dad, having that tap turned off means the new for focus they had planned just went bye bye

https://leasecar.uk/car-leasing/ford/focus-hatchback/focus-diesel-hatchback-15-tdci-120-titanium-navigation-5dr/

I *really* did not expect the answers I got from the car sales guys, I *really* did think they would be talking about the economy in general and a general downturn for everyone who wasn’t in the Porsche or Ferrari dealership, I *really* did not expect Renault, Ford and Mercedes guy to say this about the wimminz deserting the place in droves.

They all also said the same thing, thank fuck they weren’t selling Mini’s or the new Fiat 500, they reckoned that’s dropped to zero, not just off a cliff.

I also wasn’t expecting so many guys to say fuck it, not paying anything now, it’s gotten too much, it went from grumbling and complaining to not paying apparently overnight sometime in the last few months.

And I really would not have connected the dots to new car sales either.

It makes talk of reviving the economy interesting, given that the car economy was always such a huge part of the measured economy, and now it seems that nearly half of that was nothing more than a parasitic load, and *now* it seems like the breakers are tripping on that load… no wonder the wimminz are wearing pink cunt costumes and marching, doubling down is just beginning.

For the guys, mainly, ain’t nothing goin on but the rent, got to have a J O B bitch if you wanna be with me…

The still current squeeze has a FB page, to her credit she doesn’t go on it from one month to the next, and doesn’t post anything from one year to the next, when asked she says it’s to stay in touch with distant relatives and old friends, but since she doesn’t actually do any contact I think it’s just an emotional blanket, not that I am complaining about the lack of FB use… far from it.

But, FuckBook is like some cross between a snuff movie, kiddie porn, street fighting drunks, but with some really great motorcycles thrown in, so you find yourself watching for far longer than you should.

I must have spent 15 or 20 minutes on it, starting from her account and the reason is quite simple, one of her “we went to school together” friends had a post I glanced at, it was one of those look-at-me-this-is-great-this-is-what-we-were-doing-today posts, but it was about this business she is doing, so I looked at another one of hers, here we are at a conference in a hotel, and another one, I’m so glad I did this if I knew I’d have done it years ago, and another one, and so on.

I actually have NO FUCKING IDEA what this great business venture is, logically I can only assume it is some sort of Avon pyramid sales scheme crap for female be a uty products crap, but that is my logical brain at work, judging from the posts and photos themselves it could equally well be some sort of alcoholics anonymous or anally probed by aliens anonymous scene.

She has another “went to school together” friend who appears to do nothing but post sad and cryptic messages alongside pictures of the same three or four dogs, I don’t know if the dogs are dead, or missing and being anally probed by aliens, or are now trans-species members of the first poster’s wonderful new business group.

She has another “went to school together” friend who no longer lives in the UK, she emigrated years ago, yet every other post is about how dare the UK not take in rapefugees or how dare the UK consider allowing Trump to visit.

It all reminds me fleetingly of being back in the seventies at a party when everyone else was off their face on acid, and you tried to have a conversation with them…….

20 or so minutes of this and I had had more than enough, time to get the fuck off of fuckbook and all the insanity.

You can see why burger flipping robots are being introduced in the USA, and no it’s not because all the workers wanted 15 bucks an hour and priced themselves out of a job, it’s because robots don’t have fuckbook profiles that make your head hurt, so they don’t make themselves unemployable.

In my own business I regularly end up not making a sale, and I know for a fact that a lot of that is 100% down to my policies and attitudes.

Cash with order for jobs that involve me supplying materials, cash on shipping / collection for everything else, with the definition of cash being either the folding green or a deposit showing as cleared in my account.

Says it in bold red text letters on the website, and yes I get people expressing disbelief and outrage that I should be like that, I mean, we are a huge company and NOBODY else expects cash with order.

Shrugs, I’m not responsible for those companies. .. *my* company does not compete with banks to give interest free loans to businesses with cash flow problems.

You can either get outraged and blacklist me for life, or you can laugh and place an order, your call, but there is no fucking point at all being in business if you have to take shit from anyone, I’d rather go bust.

Shades of conversations I have had with wimminz who want to help, they want to talk to me about the business opportunities that I am missing, never considering for one moment that the possibility exists that I can already see every single aspect of every argument that they can make that I am doing it wrong, it’s very fucking simple, this is ***MY*** fucking business and this is how ***I*** fucking choose to run it.

Nobody else gets a say. Nobody else’s opinion matters a fuck.

My home is the same, the current squeeze can co-habit, but that doesn’t mean she gets a say in anything, as mentioned previously in this blog the economy has progressed far enough she is happy with that, she doesn’t want a say in anything, not even how her own salary is spent…. not that she isn’t theoretically capable of living independently on her own wages, any man could, but she ain’t a man, even if she ain’t quite as low as your gutter wimminz or niggerz, she knows she can’t manage money for shit, so she hates everything to do with it.

So she talks to me, and it’s not because she is trying to change the way I do things, it is so she can understand, and I indulge her, and after a while another penny drops, she isn’t going to understand, she doesn’t have the right kind of brain to learn it and process it and emulate it, all she will ever do is make guesses and hope the answers are right, there won’t be any deduction.

Name some niggers who invented something.

Name some wimminz or niggers who invented something.

She sits there in silence, can’t think of any, but then she says, she isn’t educated… know any men who invented things, oh yes, einstien, alexander graham bell (got that from a song) columbus and brunel, she is a bit vague about who invented or discovered what, but the point being she could name names… who cares if it was einstein or brunel who invented the telephone, they were both men…

Trying to have a conversation with a wimminz or niggers about the differences between say Gates and Zuck, Billy for all his foibles did at least create from scratch code to make hardware do something it had not done before, while Zuck at best wrote an app… just pass me the gun, I’ll shoot myself in the foot now, it will be less painful.

Which brings us all the way back to the fuckbook friends that started this off.

I’m old enough and travelled enough to have met a lot of people, some of them wealthy / powerful / famous (and sure, anyone can brag that they know for example Bill Gates, but does Bill Gates know and remember YOUR fucking name) and I did learn one interesting thing.

The genuinely very clever men (and yes, they were always men) could irritate you, annoy you, make you detest them, and so on, but aside from this you could pick any subject you liked, even a subject that you knew a lot about and they knew next to nothing about (This happens a lot when you are an engineer installing something like a 0.1 MW backup generator for the guest house only in one of their holiday homes…) and the fact is you could have an intelligent and interesting conversation with them, they could all grasp general principles quite rapidly and extrapolate from them quite rapidly too..

.. so a generator exhaust you have to minimise back pressure to maximise flow, but silencing works best when you have corners and baffles so on, and the old rule of thumb is one 90 degree elbow is worth 3 feet of pipe…

So If I do away with all this bulky ugly factory silencer shit emitting heat and noise that I was going to do, and run the exhaust straight down and into a six inch pipe going 200 feet that way under the tennis courts and so on,…

HE can *see* it in his head and says it will also take the smell 200 feet further away, so can we do the same 50 feet in the other direction to take away the induction roar.

And he says “make it so” and you do and fuck the bill and the money, when it’s done you both share a beer and admire the much quieter and smell free generator now humming away beneath your feet as two men who have conspired and collaborated to make a change to something and for that change to be successful and they nod at each other in recognition.

I have to move to new premises for the business this year, so world and dog is trying to sell me *very* expensive filtration systems, I say OK, and look at their numbers, and say hey.. my current system removes 88% of NH3 (ammonia), 93% of SO4 (sulfate), 95% of NO2 (nitrogen dioxide), 72% of NO3 (nitrates), 98.9% of HPO4 (phosphates), and 94.8% of particulates and a bunch of other shit too but I never had the money to pay for the tests… what is it, they exclaim, well it cost me 500 bucks I say, what the fuck they exclaim, that simply is not possible, yeah, it is, three 1,000 litre plastic bunds in sequence and the first 2 have a couple of spray nozzles that fill the interior with fine water droplets… there is fuck all to go wrong and I can tell by looking at the sumps when the water needs changing, and it doesn’t cost me 800 notes for a new set of filter bodies every 3 months.

See, being an engineer type myself when you make claims like hepa3 filtration and that I want to see studies and test sheets, not sales claims, and you do not have them.

It’s like the water filters that I believe I mentioned before, amazon uk is full of potable water filters, only one company, Coldstream, has a website with a pdf right there on the product page with a full independent lab test and analysis right there.

If your 8,000 buck kit does something my 500 buck DIY kit can’t do then you’re in the running, especially if it is a regulatory thing, if you can’t back those sales claims up with independent lab tests, then your kit is no better than mine, they are both mystery meat, but maybe 16 of mine in a row will blow away yours, because the cost is the same.

Of course the reality is the commercial one do do fairly effective filtering, and the big bonus (the law on using phones while driving got tighter here on 1st March) is it’s like the Parrot clipped to my sun visor, if anyone asks I can simply point to it and the problem goes away, I can point to a commercial filter and the questioner can look at the control screen and see the displays and everything is working and in the green and the box gets ticked.

It’s for this reason and this reason alone that I will buy a big purex as soon as funds allow after the move, effective immunity from further enquiry and prosecution… bad smells? points at big commercial filter, not me mate, maybe you should try some of the other units doing car body repairs and suchlike and see if they have proper *new* industrial filters in place… walks away whistling.

Because the chances are that the types that come and visit and inspect and sign off on shit will be the aforementioned fuckbook idiot types, not the practical male who changes his environment to suit types, and the aforementioned fuckbook idiot types will be unduly impressed by;

• not just industry standard, but industry leading
• look at the shiny new stainless enclosure, like a kitchen or a hospital innit
• look at the fancy digital / computer control and monitoring system that checks everything 100 times a second and shuts everything down before letting anything nasty happen
• look at these claimed 99.997% of particles down to 0.3 micron numbers, that’s fucking amazing, especially if you are a fuckbook idiot that doesn’t know the average benzine molecule (not exactly a small molecule either) is around 0.0006 micron so it will sail through a HEPA filter without even seeing the filter medium…

Just ignore that old 1,000 litre plastic bund containing 500 litres of activated carbon granules that cost me 400 quid, that’s just nasty waste material awaiting certified waste disposal when it fills up, serves no purpose at all other than that, certainly not the only thing standing between me and volatile / toxic organic / chemical compounds, no sir, nothing to see here, please move along.

Because the absolute worst thing I can do is challenge your absolute faith in the big shiny commercial blinkenlight machinery over there, then you’ll start asking other questions, and because you are a fuckbook fuckwit you won’t understand any of the answers, and you start demanding 500 other officials get airdropped in within 60 minutes  just to make sure everything is safe and legal and cozy and fuzzy.

 

So specifically the previous three posts, but in a more abstract way this entire blog, is about changes I have seen in my life.

While it is true to say that as a small boy I can remember a transistor radio that we bought, it was a Sony, and it was significant enough that it was based on transistors that it even said on the front how many transistors it contained, fourteen, I remember that to this day.

The CPU of the machine I am typing this one has 1.5 billion…

I could go on with various lists like these, and they are all true, and they all miss the point, these are just technological changes.

I’m not even on about the changes that can be directly attributed to technology, modern ANPR cameras live linked to live databases vs the old system of being handed a piece of paper and being given seven days to produce other pieces of paper at the police station, because the only long term storage was still more pieces of paper in card indexes…

I’m not even really on about changes such as the fact that my primary school had a total of around 70 pupils, 2 teachers, 2 classrooms, two cloakrooms and one toilet off each, now primary schools are being built with fucking LGBTQ+WTF transgender toilets, for fucking pre-pubescent kids, hell we didn’t even know about such things, Stinky Kev was stinky, Julian was a sissy afraid of getting dirty, Alison was a snooty little cow that was always running off to tell on someone, Claire was a nice girl who didn’t know anything in class but could name every single plant / tree / weed / crop you could think of, and so on..

No, it’s all the other stuff…

I’ve mentioned before about the mid/late seventies being offered a 3/400 quid loan to buy a used motorbike by Forward trust, at an interest rate of 32% APR, but I never said anything about asking Mr Rush, my bank manager, for the loan first, I had to go into his old fashioned dark wood panelled office and sit across a desk from him and explain what I wanted it for (A Kawasaki KH400) and he said he wouldn’t lend me the money, (at 10% APR) because the Kawasaki wouldn’t hold it’s value, and it wouldn’t help me to get a better job, he’d lend me the money to buy a VW beetle… you don’t borrow money to buy toys he said, that wasn’t wise.

One day in around 1980 I was 60 miles from home, stopped for gas on my bike, only to discover that the five pound note I had left had disappeared, hadn’t done up the zip properly, I had never been into that filling station before, I went in and explained my predicament, he ended up phoning my parents, dad was at work, mum was home, yes she would immediately post him a cheque for £3 for two and a bit gallons of petrol that I’d pumped into the tank… I thanked him and went on my way, and made of point of stopping there for gas when I was passing again.

Around about the same time / era I was off on a trip up to Birmingham to see a band, guy I know says you’ll be passing through Gloucester then, I say aye, he says stop into this address and give this guy this Lucas k2f magneto, he broke down a few weeks before and they guy there said no worries mate I’ve got a spare one and got him on his way again.

A few years later I get a message from work that there is some French guy looking for me, he is on a TR6 (triumph bike) that has lost some of the primary fasteners and is leaking oil and cooked the primary chain, he got my name from a guy in Duarnenez that knew me, said if you need anything in the UK call this guy, took him over to old Stan Thomas’s in Relubbus and got him sorted… pic is of stan in his shop circa 1980…

I could go on, and on, and on.

Don’t get me wrong, people like that are still about, many of my customers, and many of the places I spend money… but there isn’t a one of em a day under 40,  and there isn’t a one of them that like me find like minded souls the exception rather than the rule.

My mother is mid nineties, and still alive, and she was barely old enough to join up and serve in WW2, think on that, if she was 90 she wouldn’t have been old enough, she’d have still been a schoolgirl when the war ended, so she would sort of seen it, but not really, not served, not participated, not exposed to the more horrific parts of it.

On all sides back then there were people who never forgot, and never forgave, so because of geography I’d end up in france ten times as much and as often as I’d end up in germany, and that is the only reason my memories are stronger of old men in the early 1980’s sat outside cafe’s in france muttering about “le boche” tourists, than my memories of old men sat outside german cafe’s muttering about fucking tommies and frogs etc, but special scorn was always held for those of their own country who were traitors, or worse, collaborators… many many many scores were settled, often brutally, right after the war, everyone knew, and nobody did shit.. fuck the law, turnabout and settling scores was fair play.

As a small boy growing up I knew all about the war, it had only ended just over 20 years ago, almost everyone adult had been in it, and you didn’t have to go that far to find shit that was still rubble from bombings 20+ years ago that nobody had yet gotten around to cleaning up.

Nobody thought the Poles down the road were just a regular cross section of people from Poland, everyone knew they were Jews that got out, one on his last legs now sees my mother at sunday mass, he was a tailor.

Everyone knew what propaganda was, on both sides, just prior to the war there was enough commerce and travel and so on that a lot of people had to choose, their english heritage or their german heritage, pick one, and none of them believed for a second that the ones that had chosen to leave were suddenly rabid eaters of babies and rapists of nuns… everyone knew the whole PURPOSE of the propaganda was to make killing the “enemy” possible, because 3 years ago they were Uncle Johann and Tante Mary, who would want to kill them?

Everyone knew about Dachau and Auschwitz, but we also knew about Colditz and Stalag 17 and all the others, it was war, and there was remarkable bravery and humanity, and remarkable savagery and obscenity, on all sides.

The Holocaust (TM) hadn’t been invented back then, Israel was in it’s infancy, the Suez crisis was on yet again because yet again we were all trying to fuck over the Egyptians, and getting back to the old men in cafe’s, funny thing, the one who met the enemy on the field of battle pretty much always had a lot of respect for the “enemy” … it was the ones who were not on the front lines who had all the hate.

Old Joe who got out before hostilities and who will almost certainly die in a month or two still fucking hates the krauts, my old mate’s dad who had to choose sides and ended up in the commandos going back always respected them, even though he ended up fighting in north africa and not Poland…

Now it’s 2017, germany is still being led by the nose by Mutti Merkel, real name, Kasner, a germanicised Ashkenazic jewish name for a community treasurer… and she is only a few years older than me, but unlike me her parents never served in the front lines, nor in the second lines, nor in the third lines, but no matter, all we are supposed to care about is she is yet another incredibly “intelligent” leader (like obummer and all the rest) and since she came from the east she is even more german than the western germans, so fuck you all.

Like all of the above, we all knew who Marx was, who Jung was, who Stalin / Lenin / Beria were, who Benito was, who Adolf was, who Winston was (an arsewipe alcoholic who was kicked out of school and couldn’t build a brick wall) who Quisling was who Lord Haw Haw was, and invariably pretty much everyone who wasn’t a total asshole categorised much of everything they said as pretty sounding but flawed and dangerous rhetoric, pretty much everyone who was a total asshole bought into some or all of it and became mini Marxists and Trotskyites and gravitated towards positions in academia and politics, and started spreading the bile.

When I was a boy the differences between state schools and private schools (I went to private schools) were not so much the academic differences, though these were sometimes obvious, sometimes not, the differences were the private schools focused on an educations, and not teaching all that “lefty crap” as it was seen then.

So private schools produced doctors and soldiers and engineers and the like, and state schools produced factory workers and more teachers and suchlike, even though back then (with some notable exceptions) there wasn’t necessarily a huge different between academic ability, they all did woodwork and metalwork and maths and physics and chemistry and biology, the differences were in things like history and geography, because the private schools also taught things like latin and the roman and greek empires and so on, and it gets hard to teach slanted versions of history when your language classes said something completely different about Sparta or Rome or Constantinople…

Private schools also produced people who had one very different attribute to state schools, the state school pupil disrespected authority, the private school pupil disregarded authority.

A subtle but important distinction, private school kids didn’t vandalise bus stops and property, state school kids didn’t refuse to back down when confronted singly… it was crowd mentality vs individuality.

So today I will watch some cunt wittering on about, for example “fat acceptance” and I am unmoved, I accept you being or choosing to be fat, or gay, or freaky, or anything else you choose to be, it makes no odds to me.

However YOU refusing to accept MY opinion of your <insert here> is anything but acceptance, so I reject both your entire premise, and you as an individual, and everything you claim to represent.

So, the point of this post.

It isn’t just the raghead muslim rapefugees that are the issue, those bastards are as easy to spot as a nigger in a geisha house, the issue is all the bastards that back 60 years ago you’d have needed relentless propaganda to go out and shoot because last week they were Uncle Johann or Tante Mary and JUST LIKE YOU AND YOURS, but now they are more alien than the fucking immigrants, at least they ARE fucking foreign in every sense of the word, THESE cunts are like the quislings and collaborators and traitors, except there are more of them around than there ever were 70 years ago.

It’s going to be a lot more messy is my guess…. because “the front lines” won’t really exist any more, which means nor will the “home front”..  it’s guerilla warfare writ large, *lots* of people with scores to settle… 120,000 divorces a year in the UK alone, so at least 100,000 guys a year stripped of everything, give a 20 year hale and hearty span, that’s a rolling population of 2 million pissed off guys… if only 1% have scores to settle that still a rolling 20,000 guys going postal…  this is on par with serious estimates of ISIS membership during the peak years of 2014, before joining ISIS effectively = comitting suicide and numbers dropped off.

I’m going to make some hitler toast, sure to get arrested, branded a drug dealer and paedo, and imprisoned, meanwhile rapefugees commit actual cimes against persons and property, and crickets..

 

In a post that may seem entirely unrelated to the last one, this is the post that caused the last one to ferment and be put out there first.

So let’s look at Aleppo, we know bullets and shells and RPG’s have pounded the shit out of it for years, so what has this done to property prices, can you find a place to rent, and if you can, can you afford it?

Well a quick google search gives world bank “data” for 2015, for Aleppo and Syria as a whole. Even though they basically admit they have no real data for Aleppo, they can still come up with values and numbers, and the numbers are frankly insane.

That is insane from the perspective of “you’d have to pay me to live there” but of course there is, as always, a large indigenous population that doesn’t really have that choice, so I suspect that the reality on the ground is that rents are more than most people think shit is worth, but what can you do when you live in a shoe, but you will also see large changes pre and post ISIL/ISIS/CIA because it is the whole economy that takes a beating, not just private rental.

In my own area here in the UK I’m currently looking at industrial property to rent, and if these things go in steps or tiers then the first step is around about £8,000 per annum for around about 1,000 square feet with a roller shutter door and a WC and not much else, which makes it £8 per square foot per annum.

I did look at one yesterday that works out at £4,500 per annum for 1,800 square feet which is a “mere” £2.50 per square foot, but when you compare the two it’s obvious why there are differences, the cheaper one has all sorts of issues that make it simply impractical or impossible to consider for many trades, for example you’d never get a vehicle in there, maybe a motorcycle but nothing larger, too many obstructions, nor could you use a pallet truck and simply drag it and cover 100% of the floor area, it would be more like 20% then some steps then another 25% then there is the upstairs which is dark and dingy and has an asbestos roof…

The “common knowledge” is that open yard space runs around £2 per square foot and small modern unit / workshop space runs around £7.50 per square foot, and this is the bottom step on the ladder.

The next small step up takes things to the £11/12 per square foot where the fitting gets you a half decent office / reception area and generally slightly better work space in terms of quality.

And at that point I could say all sorts of things about what could and should and would etc, but the fact is at £8-10k p.a. there is a selection of places I could move in to tomorrow.

The £4k p.a. places are a lot rarer, partially because most of that old brick and asbestos construction stuff has simply gone, but partially because there are more people around prepared and able to venture that kind of money.

The 8-10k places it doesn’t sound like a lot, £9,000 / 52 weeks = £173 a week, add light and phone and you’re at £200 a week, and you can make an argument that a small business should be able to generate that, but if you’re prudent you won’t even think about moving in until you’re generating that sort of surplus week in and week out.

The £4.5k p.a. place I looked at, I’d take it at £2.5k p.a. because frankly it’s worth it for £48 per week as storage space, I can quarter fill it tomorrow with all the junk that is filling up my double garage, and by junk I mean old motorcycles and tools and equipment, none of which is especially worth anything if sold, but none of which I really want to part with either, just in case…lol

You see the unspoken issue here is BUSINESS premises, it does matter a measurable amount what potential customer’s first impressions are, and while there is not necessarily anything wrong with an old brick built thing, there is a lot wrong with a neglected old brick built thing with redundant wiring and plumbing hanging off the walls and with skips and containers racked up outside and seagulls nesting in the roof down the side of an alley in an old run down estate, when compared to a new steel and block unit on a new estate with all fresh paint and fixtures and fittings.

Which is the same issue with Aleppo, or anywhere else, “who the fuck would trade from here?” is the first impression anyone would have.

So there are very real parallels and connections between all sides of what we glibly refer to as “the economy” and the general state of society, and the cost to get in the door as an entrepreneur and start up your own business.

Here in my region you’re looking at £200 to £250 per week for a small modern workshop unit on an industrial estate, I can get one for half of that 20 miles away out in the sticks, but that doesn’t help me here… or as we have seen I can get one for half of that here, but it’s a shithole.

I’m not going to venture that £250 a week just on the off chance that I can earn it back, it simply does not make good business sense, I’ll be back where I started financially, so, there are only two scenarios where I will jump.

1/ where I stand a very good chance of increasing sales by considerably more than £250 per week because my shiny new premises attract more customers and also allow me to worker smarter and more efficiently.

2/ where I simply do not have a choice because I can’t work efficiently enough or meet demand during whatever interim / startup arrangements I had, eg working out of the spare room / fred’s parking garage / jeff’s lockup / steve’s container…

These are two very very different scenarios, the dictionary definition of entrepreneur is “a person who sets up a business or businesses, taking on financial risks in the hope of profit.“many entrepreneurs see potential in this market”“

And the fact is that only scenario #1 above fits the entrepreneur, and the fact is that 100% of all anyone ever thinks or talks about when they talk about the economy is scenario #1.

The person who takes on the risk of each small block or section of a dozen or so units as described above is of course an entrepreneur, a if they build or finance with a loan 12 units provided they can get 9 or 10 occupied they are ahead on the deal, they can’t then aim for 100% occupancy by lowering the rent on the remaining 2 or 3 as the existing 9 or 10 tenants will be up in arms.

So it is very very very important to understand that this entrepreneurial school of thought and business will never ever ever drop prices, it’s not a supply a demand thing, another fantasy as also beloved of economists, it’s more like the stall speed of an aircraft as mentioned before here, if the plane falls below stall speed it crashes and everyone aboard dies, and the entrepreneur who funded the development makes sure he isn’t ever aboard that plane.

Joe Bloggs property developer does not fund that shit, Joe Bloggs Property Development Inc does, and JBPD Inc can go down the tubes and crash in flames and leave Joe Bloggs standing.

Which brings us to another principle beloved of economists, that of externalising risk, JBPD Inc is Joe Bloggs way of externalising risk.

But back in the real world risk is like pollution or waste or any other burden, you can externalise it all you want, but it is still there, so you need someone else to shoulder ever increasing portions of that risk.

Down at the small end of the scale of the individual start up entrepreneur like me, that means people like me are expected to shoulder not only all my own risks, but also all those risks externalised by everyone above me in the business chain, from commercial premises landlords to “fantastic” corporate customers who expect me to give them 30/60/90 days credit.

And when that all progresses past a certain point, nobody is prepared to do it, nobody except the foolish who will use their house as surety on the new tanning salon and cup cake emporium that is…

And *that* is where we are now with the economy, and I suspect that despite the absence of bullets and mortars and RPG’s, things are not too different on the ground in Aleppo.

If you look at all the official stuff you’ll be told that we as a nation are starting up more businesses year or year than ever before, dig a little deeper and you’ll find darker statistics, 50% of them fail in the first year or two, 90% of them fail by year five, and by fail we mean crash and burn, nothing left, we aren’t even looking at those working 80 hours a week at less than minimum wage to try and stay afloat.

Dig deeper and you’ll come to the big five reasons they all fucked up.

1. a flawed business plan (cup cake shop)
2. poor management (can make cup cakes but not balance a cheque book)
3. poor visibility (cup cake shop ranked 99,999 in fuckbook list of cupcake shops)
4. not knowing competition (walmart cup cakes)
5. red tape (cup cake shop never did or filed any accounts or paid any taxes)

Nowhere, ever, in any of these lists of five things to avoid, is the 800 lb gorilla in the room, which is that no business has any hope *whatsoever* of surviving if it is overburdened from the start by other business’s externalised risks.

And by overburdened I mean accepting *any* of them.

Of course, and this is the real point of this article, this doesn’t only apply if you are thinking of starting a small business, it applies to everyone everywhere, because this is the very core nature of the economic climate that we all inhabit.

A very lucid comment was made on zerohedge a few days about the whole obamacare / repeal obamacare fiasco, the guy said NOBODY NEEDS HEATH INSURANCE, PEOPLE NEED HEALTH CARE…

He was quite right, the problem isn’t lack of skilled medics or medicine, the problem is insurance companies getting in the way and making sure they themselves externalise all risks while making maximum profits.

Economists will tell you that this is simple economics 101, economy and commerce itself is simply impossible without it, please look elsewhere for your problems.

It simply isn’t true, it never was, sure there was an old corollary that the riskier the business proposition the more profit there had better be on the table, and the nadir of that was the south sea bubble or the tulip bubble, vast profits promised, vast numbers of people lost their shirts, that is the way it should be.

And at this point you should be able to see some lines coming in to focus, the whole issue of externalising risk and putting it on to someone else so that no matter what, you yourself never lose out, and Brexit and Trump getting elected and the rise of the nationalist far right in general and of course that fucking white man Putin, and of course previous stories here about me getting cold calls about buying a Land Rover, a company now owned wholly by Tata, an Indian company.

YOU THINK you were voting to make “$my country$ great again”, but all the resident incumbents heard and saw was you voting to take away the one good toy/trick they have.

Internalise risk for any and every single one of these mega corporations and they’ll be sued out of existence almost overnight and their “valuations” will literally go from being larger than several countries combined to negative numbers.

30 years ago we laughed our asses off at stupid lawyer happy americans who could sue macdonalds for serving coffee hot enough to drink, and hot enough to scald, and not putting a warning on the cup.

now people are crashing autopilot tesla’s left right and centre and nobody is getting sued and the company is still going…. there was an actual case in the US in the seventies about some dweeb in an RV who put it on cruise control and went in back to get a drink and sued because they company did not warn him cruise control meant he still had to drive.

All that came out of that and the macdonalds bitch and many many many others were companies learned how to externalise ever more risk, and to sell ever more risky products at ever more inflated prices.

BY VERY DEFINITION the technology that allows tesla to make the cars they do can also be harnessed to shut down a car for 15 minutes should the driver even momentarily;

1. take both hands off the wheel
2. drive significantly faster than either the speed limit or the surrounding traffic
3. drive / steer / brake hard enough to exceed 0.1 G in any axis
4. repeatedly take their eyes off the road to stare at their mobile / breakfast / book / makeup bag / the bitchez in the mini skirts on the pavement
5. indulge in poor lane discipline
6. drive a defective vehicle, lights not working or not used when they should be etc
7. I could go on.

“Gun’s don’t kill people, people kill people”

Nobody mentions the 4th amendment in 1868 as the point when companies became “people”.

In a country of 300,00 million human beings it’s sure as shit that more die every year at the hands of the obamacare corporate people than died in 9/11, and nobody says shit.

In 9/11 3,000 died and 6,000 were injured.

In 2015 in the USA alone 38,000 died (that’s a 9/11 every 28.59 days) and 4.4 million were injured (that’s a 9/11 every 11.9 hours) but hey, (corporate) people kill people.

You can’t extrapolate from one small guy trying to start and run a business in europe to the global socio/politico/economic scene, but on the other hand neither can you simply dismiss it as being utterly irrelevant.

You can observe how various forces and laws of nature act upon a grain of sand, and see connections to how those same forces act upon whole continents and oceans.

My small business goals and the goals of the businesses and so on in the economy as a whole are mutually exclusive, for one very trivial and simple reason, I belive risk should be apportioned where it is due.. I am more than happy to shoulder the responsibilities of my own risks, I just don’t want anyone else’s.

That simple statement in 2017 amounts to high treason, sedition and terrorism.

Miss or downplay this point in any way shape or form, and you miss entirely what is really going on in the world, and what is at stake, which is the complete dissolution of either the way the MIC has worked for the last 30 years, or any semblance of individual freedom and liberty.

 

There’s a story doing the rounds now from Australia, it features a small girl I’d guess was about 3 when she died in 2013, her mother, her father, and her father’s (male) flatmate, the mother and the father both have that “born fuckin’ crazy” look in their eyes, the child died after having something shoved up it’s nether orifices, suffering internal injury, bleeding and then infection and death.

It’s anyone’s guess if said penetrations were a one off or a regular occurrence that just got a bit too wild and rough one time.

Contrary to everyone else my take is that just looking at mom and dad with that crazy look in their eyes I wouldn’t have stopped at sterilizing the pair of them, I’d execute them.. but then again I’d probably execute 75% of the population if someone made me God tomorrow, but only because I am a kind and empathic person, if I was a vicious bastard and I was made God for a day I’d do sweet fuck all……  except have all media planet wide publish a sequence of three words eight hours apart.

BED

MADE

LIE

In exactly the way that I pray the psycho skank ho ex lives to be 100, every extra year of life for her is another 365 days in which she will hate the world she inhabits.

Everyone who has spent the past 40 years destroying the society and civilisation we had should get to live as long as possible in what it is being replaced with, of course, like my psycho skank ho ex, everything is everyone else’s fault, she’s the victim in this, reminds me a lot of the state of politics world wide at the moment.

Can’t be more than a week or two before the revelation that mild mannered man of steel Clark Kent is / was actually a KGB stooge controlled by Putin, and Lois Lane is his Mossad handler.

That’s the problem with all this up is down black is white evil is good fake news stuff, the crazies like the “australian baby P” parents and friends don’t know what is and isn’t acceptable any more, hell, maybe they were just going to order in some pizza, and next thing you know the guy has his 3 year old daughter impaled on something, maybe his tinfoil hat slipped, could happen to anyone.

It’s like good coffee, when you’re a lifelong coffee drinker (to excess) then grinding and drinking 10 grams of good beans and the same again an hour later and the same again an hour later may give you the shits, or it may not, but other wise it’s all good…. everyone else gets seriously fucked up on that shit.

These crazies do stuff that you would think would fuck your head up if you woke up one morning to find you had done it last night, meh, they may get the shits for a day or so then they’re good to go.

Bring me another small child, I done broke this one…

And who knows if I’m talking about the australian baby p’s parents or the mccanns or pizzagate or or or or the list is almost endless.

Of course all this rampant paedophilia in high and low places could just be alien lizard people crazy bullshit fantasy talk, or it could be straight up.

Speaking as a citizen of the west, it is the one subject that I can write about (provided that is writing as in publishing, not writing as in private communication) but which I can never ever ever even think about trying to research, not if I want to retain my freedom, either personal or electronic / net access freedoms…. which, when you think about it, is a really fantastic way to stop anyone researching it.

Because, let’s face it, like QE being the last weapon that the economists and bankers have which both has power and which can be wielded at will without the public rising up and stringing everyone from lamp posts, paedophilia is the last weapon of blackmail and influence that anyone has, it’s the last remaining effective antibiotic against the masses, everything else has been so over used that we are immune to it, politicians and judges fucking pig heads and getting whipped and pissed on and sucking whores toes is so fucking yesterday, nobody gives a fuck.

And *when* someone drops the cookie jar and it spills out just how many of the high and mighty have been pulled by the puppet strings of video evidence of the indulging, and I suspect the true numbers will measure in the thousands at the very least, hell we had so many of our own politicians, the ever fluffy Harriet Harman was only one of many who was a friend of PIE (Paedophila Information Exchange) members back at the beginning of her otherwise unexplained rise to power, what do you think all the fucking crazies will do?

Monkey see, monkey do.

And the fucking crazies outnumber the high and mighty 10,000 to 1 and I’m only talking the serious fucking crazies like this latest australian couple, or jihadis, or maidan, or greenpeace, or whatever.

So, if you are a Johnny Ive or an Elon Musk or a Mark Zuckerberg or a Hitlary Clinton or a George Soros or a Rupert Murdoch, what do you do?

Well, you only have two real choices in long term strategies, one is to build a fucking impregnable private 5 star bunker somewhere on the roads less trodden, and the other one is to hide behind your own personal militia, you know, get elected to run a country or ten.

Then some fucking hick comes along with his goddamned bouffont hair and steals your fucking election out from under you.

And what does he do?

He takes to fucking twitter and fucking soft soaps every bastard telling them how much he fucking loves them, be they FBI or CIA or DHS or EPA or what the fuck ever, just so long as they ain’t wapo or NYT or Huffington, those he trolls, and the only ones he is *really* cosying up to is the fucking military.

Guy isn’t planning on winning a second term, he’s planning on literally surviving the first, and not saving anyone else along the way.

Only problem with *that* shit is it all depends on all that ooorah (not targeting US forces, applies worldwide) military brothers in arms bullshit, ain’t no such thing as an ex marine, cept for all the ones I know who got tossed on the scrap heap as soon as wifey divorced them or their limbs got blown off or they were otherwise surplus to requirements, and then they find that even amongst their own kind on the scrapheap this week is fuck your buddy week, just like every other week.

ground baby bamboo shoots in your grits will kill you just as sure as a 45-70 to the head, so will dysentery, or a crazy, or no potable water, or a million other things, surprisingly few men died on the battlefield because they ran out of ammo, and even in modern warfare surprisingly many died for reasons other than a bullet.

There were some guys on a Yank forum I frequent recently talking about what weapon to buy, 5.56 or 7.62 etc, 999 of the usual replies and one guy who said none of the above, carry a good knife and take whatever long gun you want from a dead body, because if it comes to that there will be plenty of dead bodies and plenty of people conserving ammo, and they won’t waste a bullet on a guy 200 yards away with a knife, 100 maybe, 50 certainly, so don’t approach anyone alive with a long gun and a knife will do you fine.

Everyone fights the last war, including the Donald I reckon.

I bet you thought I was going to talk about the latest Trump / Sessions / Pelosi shit eh..

“Blood in the water” is one of those phrases that is on the face of it self explanatory, and yet, utterly misleading.

You’re probably already thinking of some hollywood esque scene with a swimmer in trouble thrashing around in pink foam surrounded by sharks or piranha… when in fact nothing could be further from scientific truth.

Scientific truth is the blood to be detectable and attract the predator is measured in parts per million, or less, you certainly cannot see it, in fact the only time you can see it is either in the case of a single victim within inches of the actual wound, and that is only in calm clear waters, or in the case of hundreds of victims in a “bordered” area like a cove where they are all clubbed to death… and that usually happens hand in hand with sea ice and snow which is not water, and which does readily show blood…

No, the blood in the water that I am talking about is my phone, now while the phone itself has gone from Samsung Galaxy S1 through various iterations to the present Note 4, the sim card, contract and phone number have all remained unchanged.

The use has essentially remained unchanged too, the very first one was set up paired with my gmail/google account, and I haven’t really done anything different since.

So, essentially, nothing has changed.

My phone rang 2 minutes ago, it’s a call from Land Rover, and yes it actually was from them and not a call centre, could they email me the brochure for the new award winning 2017 Discovery, “FUCK OFF!” and add the number to the block list.

In the past 2 or three months cold calls trying to sell me shit have gone from maybe one every two or three weeks to two or three a day, and as the above example shows, no it is not all was I mis sold PPI insurance or was I involved in a car crash as a victim, in fact those sorts of calls are as rare as they ever were.

These are calls trying to sell me higher end goods and services, like the aforementioned new Disco, a UK£44k+ item (43.5 k for the entry level job), I know, it’s so award winning and fucking wonderful the cunts are cold calling anyone who might have credit on the off chance of selling one…

These sorts of things, taken together, are blood in the water.

When the sorts of people who cold call me try to sell me product X, then you know product X is in dire straits and going down fast and the cold calling world + dog is not merely the last hope, but the last gasp of the dying creature.

And, when we are talking about things like the new award winning 2017 model 5th generation Land Rover Disco, it’s not the iphone, LR group make a bunch of vehicles, LR group is owned by Tata now since they bought it from Ford (along with Jaguar) a few years ago, so the whole company doesn’t rely on a single flagship product to sink or swim.

Or, it *shouldn’t*, but when you get cold called to see if you have any interest in the new model, that’s blood in the water, so clearly things are anything but rosy at Jaguar Land Rover and at Tata.

And by anything but rosy I do not mean “if we can pull this sales push off, we can keep the plants open for another year or two, and maybe by then things will be better…“, it’s way way way beyond that, it’s all already written down behind the scenes as being sold off or scrapped, this is just an exercise to get rid of inventory while the getting is good…

Shades of Victory Motorcycles, the wannabe Harley company owned by Polaris, who very recently shut up shop, Victory is no more… you do not have to ask what that has done to the value of a 2015 Victory should you be unfortunate enough to own one.

That’s another local guy who won’t ever talk to me again, he laughed at me for saying I’d *consider* selling my 14 (now 15) year old HD for around 10k, he reckoned I was 3 to 4k over optimistic, I replied not really as I’m not trying to sell, if you *want* to buy you have to persuade me to be in a selling mood, and 9k won’t persuade me, and don’t forget I own it outright and don’t have any other debts or loans that I need to service, even if I can’t afford to ride it (ins and fuel) I *can* afford to keep it…. anyway he was telling me I should have bought a nearly new Victory, like him, I said yeah, but it’s not a Harley, is it….  I said if Victory stop trading next year they are just another make that has been around a few years and gone, a 2014 kwack vulcan or suzi boss would have been a better buy, as everyone will still know what it was in 10 or 20 years time.

Little did I know I would be proven right in just under 1 year….

But I wasn’t a prophet, the blood was in the water for Victory for all with eyes to see, it’s wasn’t a Harley, and it was a lot more expensive than all the Jap vee twins, and the “better tech” card played against HD owners jumping ship falls flat because the same card once played means you’ll buy a Jap vee twin, and besides, HD already played that card with the V-rod, and outside Europe it didn’t sell for shit, and now that line is ended…. so the Victory “wasn’t a harley” but was “better tech than harley” but poorer tech and more expensive than any of the jap vee twins, which also were not harleys…..

Still, having shitcanned Victory, the parent company Polaris is focusing on the Indian brand… yeah, no blood in the water there… like fuck…. the reasons for now buying an Indian being exactly the same reasons for buying a Victory, not a harley, better tech than harley, and it will die too, not a harley, poorer tech than the japs, more expensive that the japs…

Of course this shit does *not* just apply to global brands like Land Rover and so on, on the contrary, when the big boys start catching a cold the tens of thousands of smaller fish are all suffering from double pneumonia and rectal prolapse.

I started my own small business about three years ago and launched it properly about two years ago and started doing it full time about one year ago, and while it isn’t something as universally available as a cup cake / nail art / tanning shop, it’s not exactly brain transplants either.

The name of the company is two words, the second word is what we do, the first word is where we are, for example London Plumbing, partly because I lack imagination and an MBA from Harvard, partly because I have no time for generic branding, what the fuck do “Inspiration Ltd” (hopefully a made up name, but I doubt it) do?

That and a good home made website is it, the sum total of all my advertising and marketing.

The name was chosen because I figured maybe 20 miles was the radius of the catchment area for potential customers… so important to have a local name, and the of course to say what we did.

I really must buy a map of the UK and start sticking pins in it, to be sure there are still a few counties and regions that I have not had any customers from, but even so…. just yesterday a customer who is themselves in a similarish (printers) sort of business, but who have three huge sheds full of million pound printing machinery on an industrial estate 200+ miles away took delivery of an order that I/we did for them, and between us and them as the crow flies or courier drives is basically 75% of the country and therefore business.

What the fuck… what the fuck is going on in these regions that they are bypassing them and ending up with me, 100 or 150 or 200 miles away, and placing an order with me?

Blood in the water.

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But, it is EVEN WORSE THAN THAT, because the corollary to having blood in the water is to have predators attracted to the blood and the consumption of the victim.

What we are seeing now is blood in the water, but no predators, so instead of a healthy and sustainable ecosystem where the herd is thinned out by the predators taking the weakest and hindmost and plain unlucky for lunch, what we now have are the weak and infirm slowly bleeding out while infection sets in over a protracted period of time….

…..there is an ocassional twitch and muted claim “I’m not dead yet…”

But there is no vigour anywhere to be seen, there is no life, no dynamic struggle, no straining sinew and no red in tooth and claw, it’s more 1930’s midwest (US) dustbowl than 1930’s central african veldt, what skeletons there are have been picked clean by bacteria and desiccating winds and insects, not gnawed and cracked by predators.

And it is symptomatic of society as a whole, we have bred nations of totally weak and worthless ineffectual wimps, so a local WPC has just quit the Police Force after 13 years because she can’t handle the way the senior brass and management no longer support front line staff… boo hoo..

I’m just left with a feeling of well, that’s what happens when you start allowing wimminz in to do a man’s job, they can’t fucking hack it.

When I was a boy 95% of Plod were ex-service men who had seen action, and I mean real action, not this crew served 1000 yards from the enemy or better still 5000 yards *above* the enemy shit, so ONE fucking Police Constable was sent to a pub to break up a fight and arrest all those responsible, and if he couldn’t do it by himself, then maybe being a cop wasn’t the fucking job for you sunshine.

Dirty Harry was never about the Neanderthal with the 44 magnum asking punks if they felt lucky, it was all about one man doing a job without delay and without constantly calling for either backup or approval or permission.

For the purposes of the film he got it right more than he got it wrong, and for the purposes of the film he got it right without having any of the unsavoury characteristics of someone strong enough to get it right all by their lonesome.

Lt Colombo was popular because he had many of the unsavoury characteristics, he still got the job done though.

For the purposes of films everyone who is evil can dress in black and everyone who is good can dress in white, and no need to change costumes before the last reel ends… there is never blood in the water, there is never 80% of the cast being both utterly incompetent at their stated job while also not giving a fuck as long as they get paid, I’m all right jack.

We *used* to call that “institutionally corrupt” and it was always a thing to be despised, and in story-telling it always led to a bitter ending for the protagonist.

95% of politicians / lawyers / business leaders / employees are now institutionally corrupt, same can be said for parents, no wonder when the penalty for being otherwise is divorce, imprisonment and seizure not only of your assets but also your future earning power.

Blood in the water may be a parts per million thing, but what happens when it’s not just areas that are contaminated in parts per million so that predators swimming in the vast majority of clear water can sense it?

What happens when the contamination is so widespread that it is a background source and it doesn’t really matter what water sample you take, you’ll get some sort of positive reading.

In this environment predators can’t find prey, and they die out, and the prey instead of being consumed, slowly rot away and pollute the commons still further.

Then you only start noticing the blue blood in the water, when the relative royalty starts to exsanguinate, like fucking Lard Rover (sic) cold calling me to try to sell me an “Award Winning” 2017 Disco.

The whole question of how something that needs a going out of business sale can win awards, who gives these awards, who clothes the emperor and so on, it outside the scope of this piece.

The scope of this piece is just, well, I’d never have predicted that in a million fucking years. I’d have predicted they’d just sell it off or fold, I’d ***never*** have predicted they would stoop so low or so desperate as to start cold calling people who might be able to swing the credit……..

 

I have had a few messages about this of late, all asking essentially the same thing, what happened to all the content about wimminz and fucking, that was good, there is too much of this general political / economic / social stuff…

Well, one the one hand there is this..

https://wimminz.wordpress.com/2011/01/

I’d already said all I felt that I needed to say or had to say on the subject / events that prompted the initial creation of the blog… and as that article says, those events rapidly opened my eyes to the fact that there is no divide or disconnect between an individual wimminz and the state as a whole, that’s like trying to separate the lion that may or may not be stalking you, from the bush and everything else in it.

I recognise that some of the posts could be taken as “how to get laid easy” or just taken as free and unsanitary entertainment watching some other guy plumb the depths of sexual dysfunction, but I’d hope that it was always obvious that the intent was never to focus on the lion and deny the existence or influence of the bush / veldt.

Perhaps it’s my engineering background, but I come from a place where it was fairly routine to have structures or systems that were far too big to see before you in one shot, or too complex, or too extensive, there was no place where you could stand and see and know everything, and there was no real possibility of methodically going everywhere and testing everything, so instead you just kept a general eye out, you looked for tell tales, the cracked paint, the leaking fluids, the flickering connection, the temperature dependent hysteresis, or indeed the absence of something expected… in effect the lone lion in the bush, but not acting as you would expect… or having a vulture circling the lion…

Nobody ever thought that the flaking paint was the *reason* the structure failed, of if only it had been painted / repainted better / more often, it would not have failed, no, rather the flaking paint was an indicator of excess flexing or unexpected environmental issues or simply a lack of maintenance…  painting a bridge is as boring as fuck but it is also as easy as fuck, so if corners are cut there… plus, the painter is no longer visually inspecting the entire structure periodically…  what’s that, we don’t have any painters any more? it’s outsourced to a company that does maintenance?

This weekend I had to move an old Lister gen set, one of the 2.5 kW start-o-matic cs 6/1 jobs, the spec sheet says 1,500 lbs which at 2.2 lbs to the Kg = 681 Kg

I knew there was a fork lift at the collection site and it’s sat on a pallet so no problem there, it was the delivery site that was the issue, so I rented a small panel van with a tail lift rated at 500 Kg, as in, it will lift 500 Kg, sure, no way it will lift 700 Kg but it only has to lower it.

So the two other guys at the loading site, one who owns the forklift and one who owns the shed it has sat in for the last 9 years, are both engineering types, and they are both sucking their teeth at my unloading proposal, how light the aluminium construction tail lift is… I’m all meh, a 5/16″ bolt will hold a ton (albeit not safely or with any safety factor multiplier) she’ll be fine, and of course it was, and of course at no time was I anything other than ready to jump away and let the bastard crash down and smash, but I was listening for tell tales, the pinging and cracking and creaking of metallic structures coming under heavy load, there weren’t any of note, so at no time was I seriously concerned.

Society and the economy however, that bitch was cracking and pinging and creaking back in the 1980’s (arguably before then, but my argument is that in the 1980’s remedial maintenance would have been possible without too much widespread pain) but instead of those signs being taken as what they were, for example the port town I was living in in 1980 had an *official* 30% unemployment rate, it was portrayed as necessary growing pains in the transition from the buggy whip economy to the new age of the jetsons economy.

In the last 35 years that region has grown *hugely* in population it has at least doubled if not trebled, and given that all the traditional industries have all but disappeared I’m at a loss to explain what all these people do for a living, it certainly is not farming or fishing or dockyard or associated tasks and skills.

The current squeeze is born and bred in that area, and she was born in the period I mentioned above, so she has no recollection of it, no recollection at all of things I describe with me saying things like this town and this town used to be separate, this here was all fields right up the valley as far as the eye could see, this here main road used to be a tiny country lane, that marina wasn’t there, that eco-hub wasn’t there, and that quay used to have fishing boats tied up to it, same as in *my* father’s day, and *his* father’s day…

The county of devon all by itself used to produce over 1/3rd of the country’s supply of both beef and milk, and it wasn’t any slouch at all the other crops either.

I can walk outside my front door and see ironworks in the road that were made and cast here, a mile down the road there used to be a small motorcycle factory, a name you will never have heard of in the grand scheme of things, but they ran for 30/40 years, I could go on and on, nowadays there is some *very* light manufacturing but otherwise nothing, fields are empty of both crops and herds as far as they eye can see and as far as you can drive, the population has gone from 70,000 to 115,000 between 1980 and now, the shopping centre car parks are full of relatively new cars, and I have no fucking idea what all these people do to earn all this money, because nobody is making anything to speak of and nobody is growing anything to speak of.

Every single one of these things is the mechanical creak / groan / crack tell tale, and they have all been either blithely ignored or simply passed off as necessary growing pains in the transition from buggy whips to the jetsons.

The wimminz is just more of the same, in the seventies there were the local sluts and the village bikes, same as it ever was, and I was there first hand as the drug taking ex con guy riding the hard tailed chopped murdercycle and sticking two fingers up at everything, so I was in a position to know first hand, and even the sluts back then had cock counts easily met or exceeded by today’s “nice girls”… fuck, the out and out cash for sex prostitutes back then saw less action than today’s sluts… memory is an elusive thing but I can’t recall any girls back then who had had an actual threesome, just one or two extreme sluts who fucked two guys in one night.

But then again I can’t remember any young girls back then who did not have a father and a mother back home to kick ass, I’m sure there were single parent households as such, and I can recall a couple that were, as in the husband or wife had died, but I don’t remember going to school with or playing (as a child) with anyone who did not have a mum and dad at home.

Honest biologists and biochemists and medics and geneticists and so on will all tell you that wimminz today and wimminz back then are in nature essentially the same creature, only nurture has changed, and boy how has it changed.

Comment on the change and you become a Luddite wanting to throw your clogs into the new machinery of joy and commerce and creation, in shades of the Trumpian thing where he is complaining about illegal immigration and the opposition is saying we are all immigrants so fuck you Donald… nobody is listening to what you are *actually* saying.

What I am *actually* saying is I am and have always been an avid proponent or progress and engineering and technology and change, more avid than most, more avid than 99.5% of the population I’d bet.

But this other stuff, this other change.. it has sweet fuck all to do with a transition to a jetsons future, unless you were to go ever so carefully through that jetsons future and ever so carefully only select the dystopian and disruptive and dissociative elements of that future, while explicitly barring all the good stuff.

Wimminz are just the canary in the coal mine, they are fuck all to do with the geotechnology of the mine itself or the board of directors who own and run that shit or the greater economy than buys and consumes the stuff the mine produces.

They are just the canary.

But the canary was a tell tale, and early warning sign, a trigger.

Now we are at a place where naturally all the canaries are dead, they have been replaced by robochiken (sic) and the cages have been done away with too, but perhaps the greatest mistake you could possibly make in your entire life is to assume that this has all happened because of some arcane and evil overarching master plan.

It is the opposite, it is the very embodiment of a chaotic system which no group of individuals is either in control of, or is capable of comprehending to any significant degree.

Imagine how it feels to be a business or world leader, with a team of people to feed you up to the minute reports on anything and everything you like, and yet still none of it makes sense, and the moment you try to impose order or even simply experiment to see what happens if I do this over here, the results are so chaotic you cannot even separate them from the noise.

It is a *mistake* to think that these people, these leaders, these movers and shakers, are afraid of us and our knowledge.

Please do not be thinking that I believe these people are anything but arrogant and evil and corrupt, I am *******NOT******* in any way trying to paint them in a good light or express sympathy or solidarity for them or with them.

They are all fucking corrupt greedy ignorant nasty assholes, because they all know as well as we do that frankly they haven’t got a fucking clue what their meddling does, most of them probably believe that the system is so chaotic it doesn’t matter what they do, it can’t change the outcome, but, my contempt stems from the fact that there will never ever ever be a shortage of candidates eager and willing to take very highly paid positions of power as captains of ships sailing through interminable minefields.

This is what “they” mean when they call “us” deplorables, we are the majority, and we are not fixing shit, and we are the only ones who have any hope of fixing shit, because they all know they are incapable, social justice warriors KNOW they have to call someone in to do the wiring and the plumbing and the growing and making.

THIS, then, has been the purpose, if there is any beyond mere venting, of this blog.

It has been to give examples of how any why no matter how crazy and out of control you thought things were, you probably lowballed it by a couple of orders of magnitude.

chaotic systems do not inevitably end in mass death and destruction, it’s just one possible outcome.

Chaotic systems are above all else by definition UNSTABLE systems.

In shades of the 700 Kg load on the 500 Kg tail lift and two out of three engineers sucking their teeth, you can’t really chastise someone for expressing concern at seeing an unstable system, or being wrong (as I have been constantly every year since 1995) about just how long the house price bubble could continue to inflate.. it’s easy to ridicule chicken little for being afraid the sky will come crashing down, meteor crater, Tunguska and the dinosaur killer excepted of course, that’s “different”

PS none of the above should be taken as me claiming that there are no powerful forces, whether they be fronted by individuals like Soros or hidden in the shadows like certain ethnic groups, at work in all this chaos in an attempt to significantly improve their lot.

I’m just saying you are a fool if you think any of them, or anyone else, is actually controlling this chaotic system we find ourselves in in 2017, it is a chaotic system, by definition it is not being controlled.

The tragedy of the commons is more apt.

Fixed mindsets as to your own role or status in this chaos, or fixed playbooks as to your own actions and behaviours in this chaos, are what will probably end you early.

“Animals flee an earthquake / tsunami” may be true, but it is a peculiar human quirk of the mind to go from a statement of general strategy which makes no observations whatsoever about moment to moment actions or the consequences of same, to a belief that no cat / dog / bird / cow / goat / whatever ever got killed by an earthquake / tsunami.

You only ever see the ones that are running.

You never observe that individual strategy to the end of the play for those individual creatures.

That does NOT mean that it is a bad thing to be aware of the general behaviour of all the animals, and to be one of the first ones to note that *lots* of them are acting all wierd and lots of them are all going thataways or at least they aren’t *here* now I notice…

The trick in 2017 is knowing what the analogue to the animals fleeing the earthquake is, and spotting it, and understanding that by no means do all those that run survive.

Sometimes the only optimal survival strategy is to not be where the shit hits the fan, in the interconnected globalist world of 2017, that’s as hard as predicting a spot safe from orbital strike by meteors.