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August 30, 2014

Strange dreams

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 9:42 am

I don’t always remember my dreams, and when I do I don’t always think much about what prompted them, it doesn’t take much intelligence to draw lines between the remembered dream sequences and shit that happened the previous day.

So last night, interesting, slim but reasonably good looking skank that I had occasionally popped in the past, three guys drop by, I’d seen them there before too, so again no issues, one guy basically chucks the skank down on the couch, she isn’t complaining, it’s obvious she is used to it, the two other guys ignore the skank’s kid, which is in the room, and grab the dog, one holds the dog down while the other fucks it.

I of course, ol snake eyes, just sit there watching the free porno.

It’s not so obvious to me what promoted all this, but I think the ongoing latest hysteria about the northern asian / paki gangs raping pubescent teen girls is in there somewhere… and the two guys fucking the dog, that spelled atrocity all over it, as in IRA Atrocity, as in “spectacular”, as in an act designed to shock and outrage, like be-headings, but also like false flag operations…. ZH and other places have articles about impending false flag ops on home soil.

That moron cameron and the skank may both warning that the terror levels posed here in the UK have never been higher, of course there is the NATO conference in wales next week.

I think that’s what the end of the dream was about, I didn’t run out of the room in horror, the three guys were looking at me and I just said “I don’t have a problem with this (got no skin in this game)” and at that point instead of being confrontational, they all just left.

I looked at the skank, reclassified lower in light of the new info, and left myself, probably not to return or pop again.

Interestingly there is a hazy post event sense that this dream skank, were her clothes removed now, would reveal there are no nipples, and no vagina, not androgynous so much as a mannequin.

I kinda know where that bit came from, a conversation I actually was having with some skank, about some guy she knows on the net, and how he is into genital mutilation, and I said that is a sure sign of a sick mind, and there we go.

Anyway, in other news, I’ve been playing with the facerig beta, and I’m liking it a lot, at present being a beta, you can’t export the stream to file, but it is getting there, so hopefully in a month or two I can do some v-blogging.

Facerig is funny, there is  standard set of base characters, and you just can foretell what types of people and personalities are going to gravitate towards which avatar, yeah yeah, I’ll go for the macho commando type as that will make my words more authoritative… fnaar fnaarr.

But it also highlights other things, some of them are to me obvious anyway, but it still highlights them, such as comparing facerigs output to the camera input, it is a filter, and filters emphasise things as well as discarding them.

I wonder how many people realise how much effort, for example, DMJ puts into his videos, and I’m talking camera angles and lighting and preparing the dialogue, nothing at all to do with what you actually see on screen, all the background stuff.

Frankly the production values of ISIS latest videos and pamphlets shows the same level of background professionalism, gone are the days when you could re-sample crappy 8mm video and say here is osama planning to destroy the statue of liberty, it is so artificially fake with todays digital technology… akin the the latest alleged bovingtonsatellite video of russian tanks allegedly in ukraine, well, it’s just fucking indeterminate black and white blobs babe, contrast that to google earth shots of Bovington tank museum, you can clearly see two tanks on the right of the main road, and if you know your tanks, you can identify them too…

So now to have any credibility suddenly we have modern digital production values on all the terr’rist shit.

And I still don’t buy it.

Why should a slick digital marketing campaign from ISIS be any more truthful or honest than a slick digital marketing campaign from Proctor & Gamble…. ISIS, makes your non-whites more muslim, just add it to every wash….

Credibility has a flavour all its own

 

August 25, 2014

The trouble with fortune telling

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 3:20 pm

Talk to any divorced / separated guy where the dust has settled and it is all rear view mirror shit.

It’s the same as talking to a cancer survivor, they may well be able to put one or two X’s on the calendar and say this is the day I got handed that sheet of paper by the doctor, this is the day I first coughed up blood, but asking them when it all started, and when it all ended, that’s a hmmmm question, maybe several pots of coffee later you’ll get a final definitive answer they are happy with, accuracy wise.

But, by the same token, ask them, are you divorced, are you separated, are you beating cancer, is your marriage over, these all have pretty much instant “yep” or “nope” answers.

They are all talking about processes that happen and evolve over time, but from one perspective you are trying to place markers in that timeline to divide it up into chapters or sections like a storybook, and the other perspective is simply asking is it history yet?

If it is still unravelling, it isn’t history, and if it isn’t history, you have no idea where you are in the timeline of events, is this the end, sure feels like it, or maybe it is just the end of chapter one, and there are 11 more chapters to go, and with hindsight, it was only in chapter 5 that shit really started to get crazy…

The primal folly of being human is something that you can hear all military types who went off to a hot war say, after the event, “we never really thought *we* would get killed”.

Of course, by definition, only the survivors get to speak, but even so, what sort of fucking idiot thinks you can go off to WAR, WAR FOR FUCKS SAKE, and not really think that it does anything other than *dramatically* increase your chances of dying young.

No, *you* fucks can all go off to war, I’ll stay behind and fuck your wives and girlfriends up the ass.

No, prophecy is a tricky business, I knew one guy years ago, fellow biker, no fear at all, not much sense either, I used to always say to him that he was gonna fucking kill hisself, he always laughed, still here aren’t I asshole, I went away for nearly a year, came back, down the pub, hey, it’s a Friday night, where’s JC?

Dead, months ago now, lost it blatting over the downs, went head first straight into that big granite milestone on the corner at seventy…..

oohhhh….

But, prophecy isn’t just tough when it comes to individual events, it also applies to whole series of things, I’ll be honest with you, at 16 I had no real idea how my life was going to turn out, what I was going to do, or amount to, or where I would go, or what I would be.

Looking back, I can’t say any of it was unpredictable, nevertheless, at no point did I have any future insights that were worth a handful of shit.

And if my oracle of delphi act falls flat on its face when I try to apply it to something as insignificant as my own life, what hope is there for looking at western society as a whole?

Sure, I can do like I did with JC back in the day and say you’re a mad fucker who is going to end up badly, but calling how or when or to what extent, no way.

JR was another one from back in the day, now, he wasn’t a mad fucker, he just wasn’t a lucky fucker, he died last year, but it took him 5 years to go, he got totaled by a blind fuck in a Volvo, ended up a T5 paraplegic, ended up with just over a quarter of a million compo, of course, the insurance company being bastards knew that being a T5 paraplegic really fucks your life expectancy, so instead of paying him the lump sum, they offered him 40k up front at 20k a year for 11 years, which meant they trousered 120k when he died after 5.

He sure as hell didn’t predict he’d end up like that, nor, I suppose, did the blind fuck in the volvo, who apparently lost a leg as well.

It’s the problem I have when people ask me for advice.

All I can offer them is all I have myself, there are some strategies that you can implement, some things you can try and avoid, trying to position yourself so you can adapt to whatever does come down the pipe, apart from that it is suck it and see, I got no more idea than you, in the words of the Goose, I just got here myself man.

This dipshit, familiarity breeds contempt, playing with toys that he thinks will allow him to get a shot off fractions of a second quicker than with the bog standard safety method, compare that with a guy who takes a full send to draw or even a second and a half, but who always hits what he aims at, at range too, and by range I mean 75 metres… knew a guy who could do that all day long, hit coke cans at 75 metres with a 9 mm, never fucking missed, his draws weren’t quick though…,. at 50 metres he could hit them swinging…

It’s like the old revolver thing where you only loaded 5 and always kept an empty chamber under the hammer, just in case, and the standard response to the question “what if you need more than 5 rounds” was two fold, you’re fucked, and you shouldn’t a bin there in the first fucking place…

5 rounds to ol Jake was 5 headshots.

Like those guys who play pool, who once they get one ball sunk they always just get on and clean the table, if you are as good as them, it’s all down to sinking one off the break, if you ain’t as good as them, you may as well just hand over the ten and walk away from the table, never having picked up the cue.

Course old Jake learned to shoot “barking”, I had no idea what barking was, and he explained it to me, you had one long gun, that was it, probably a fairly large calibre, never any optical sights, too fragile, so you wanted something to eat, say a squirrel.. but sometimes a bird.

If you aimed AT the squirrel, you blew the shit out of it, there was nothing left to eat, so you aimed at the bark, not the branch itself, but the bark, that the fucker was stood on, so we are talking better than bullet diameter accuracy or you go hungry, get it right and the bark burst upwards, stunning, breaking bones and sometimes even outright killing dinner, that fucker could *shoot*, I can remember him picking up an old .308 and firing at an ant hill a *good* 400 yards away across the river, and standing behind with binocs watching the bullet, he would hit that ant hill every fucking shot.

Ol Jakes advice about being in a gunfight would echo mine about life, if you are in a place where shaving 0.5 seconds off your draw time is significant, you already fucked up, and you *still* better off hitting what you want with every single shot.

eg there *may* be theoretical situations where the cowboy quick draw is the deciding factor, for values of the truly exceptional people who can already shoot the balls off a gnat at 50 paces while drunk in the rain and in the dark too… for everyone else, it is just an exercise in burning up your limited time doing anything *but* the few things you could do in theory that might actually make a difference.

That’s the other difficult thing about prophecy, even if your advice is fucking good, which it is unlikely to be unless it is fairly vague and addresses your PRESENT weaknesses, chances are, whoever is getting the “benefit” of it won’t wanna hear what you have to say.

But the biggest difficulty of all with prophecy is that the penalty for being right is often worse than the penalty for being wrong, I have literally lost count of the number of people who literally will not speak to me any more, because they asked me what I thought about some business venture or some romantic involvement or some family problem, and like a fucking idiot I told them exactly what I thought, eg it has about 999 ways to go very badly wrong and fuck you up, and they ignored it, and it did go wrong and fuck them up.

Prophecy, you see, is useless to those who do not want to change themselves, they just want to avoid certain outcomes, nooo man, they will say, you ain’t listening, I’m not trying to avoid the casino, or the roulette table, I’m trying to avoid letting it all ride on 13 black and LOSING, hey…

The only way *that* can happen is if others are forced to change what they do, in order to accommodate *you* not changing what you do and still reducing the risks to you.

See this guy, even with an open chamber, he never sweeps the camera guy.

Plus, he does the opposite of the doofus above, this guy is all KISS all the way down.

and the proof, 425 yard shot with a 9 milli, first shot on target.

impressive

 

August 24, 2014

Technology rarely lies… too much…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 11:06 pm

WhatsApp, I use it quite a bit.

I can look through my contacts, (does just that to prove a point) last seen 22/08 at 22:03…

looks at contact which is in fact my other phone, gives the same info, turn other phone off and remove battery, gives last seen date and time…

Reinsert battery in other phone, power up, open whatsapp, BLOCK my first phone.

Go back to first phone, look at contact of second phone, suddenly no status as to when last online, send a message, same as normal but you only get the one tick, message sent, the second tick, message received, won’t come up.

The kicker is the no status as to when last online, that is the sign you have been blocked, the second tick, well, their phone could be off, or they could be in a weak reception area, but it will still say when last seen online, even if that was last year.

So this skank, I mentioned this a day or so ago, decides to block me and move on, fair enough and fuck you very much, but I sent her an email saying fine block me and get on with your new old start in life, like I give a fuck, can I have my shit back that I left there, and do you want to collect your fucking iphone (like me, she has more than one phone)

So I get an email response , which my mate saw as he was here and I was using the big screen, and this email says basically I dropped my phone in the water that’s why I ain’t been in touch, but fuck you back too and kthxbye.

Now my mate is saying to me, could be true, and I say to him, no, for starters, this skank lies, I know this for a fact, and for seconds, if she had dropped her phone in the water, my phone would still show her last online status.

So the whole I dropped my phone in the water thing is a lie.

Now, don’t get me wrong, if she wants to block me, that’s fine, her life, her right, that isn’t the issue, the issue is the lying, and the fact that the technology doesn’t back up the lie, it exposes it.

What was the purpose of her email, which did not even mention my shit which she has, or her shit which I have, all it says is if that’s all you think of me then kthxbye, and that she didn’t block me, she dropped her phone in the water.

She says three things, we already know the second thing is a lie, she may or may not have dropped her phone in the water, (thing one) it’s not relevant, but she did block me. (thing two)

And the third thing is the driver, blaming me, I did wrong, she didn’t, and for falsely accusing her, allegedly, kthxbye, which is the thing #2, but now it is justified somehow.

The driver is the anatomy of the lie, and the liar.

She could not NOT send that email, falsely claiming innocence and also victim-hood of my allegedly false assumptions…. in her own mind she knew that just blocking me instead of saying hey, it’s been fun, but I want a fresh start, was the cowards way out, and the wrong (much less than optimal) way to handle the situation.

What I found amusing was my mate’s relative “weighting” of the technology saying one thing, and some skank with monster tits saying quite another.

Whereas the reality of ongoing contact between us meant her maintaining the ongoing and ever more complex web of lies that she had built about her life away from me vs her life with me, because she knew damn well I did not buy *any* of the shit she fed me about her life away from me.

But.. my mate says… how do you know for sure?

The technology *could* be misleading, well, yes, it could, in theory, in practice, as a by product of the time we spent together, and I am not talking about or including the digital content that *I* created, I am talking about content that she created while we were not together, but left lying around my place digitally, simply because she doesn’t really grep the technology, and did not turn off syncing and backup, even when I told her to, after the sync and backup served its purpose at at early visit, I have a 4 gigabyte backup of everything on two of her phones, and a 95 gig compressed backup of her pc, and no I am not going to show it to you, consisting largely as it does of home made porno still and video and swingers hookups and so on, all of which are also created with date and time stamps, and yes, I can tell you for a fucking fact, the only time I can guarantee she wasn’t lying to me was when I had my cock down the back of her throat.

(why should I delete it, it wasn’t created without her knowledge or permission, it was created for a purpose, which it was used for, I don’t use it, it just sits there, archived and ignored, consider it future insurance, you can’t be too careful.. see elsewhere on this blog for talks about digitally archiving every fucking thing… just in case)

But, the other killer is this, I sent my farewell but what about all this fish email to the three email accounts of hers that I knew, cc’d, I knew she had others, but didn’t know the actual email addresses, the reply came from a domain I did not know she had an email account with, sent via a phone on a network I did not know she had an account with, in a completely different name from the kind of name she usually used.

Lots of people will have JohnSmith@domain, and JSmith65 (being the year of birth) @domain, and JohnnyS@domain, but even then, there is a limit to how many different emails most normal people will normally use….

I’m kind of at that limit, 4 email addresses that I use, on three different domains, and two mobile phones, on two different networks.

One thing that became apparent about my psycho skank ho ex was that she had about a dozen or more emails that she used regularly, on half a dozen different domains, and with significantly differing handles, like JohnSmith@domain1, JukeboxJonny@domain2, JayJay@domain3 and JonJones@domain4, etc.

And this skank is doing the exact same thing.

So, in her desire / need to tell me this lie…

1/ she just underlines the fact she is a liar.

2/ she reveals yet another user name she is going by

3/ she reveals yet another email account / domain

4/ she reveals yet another mobe contract / sim card / provider / network

All of which simply highlight the compartmentalisation that she is attempting to use to keep all these separate threads of her existence separate from each other, and failing miserably.

I would lay good money that she doesn’t in fact remember what lies she has or has not told me, and couldn’t work it out if her life depended on it, and it is fact this complexity that goes a long way towards being the ticking clock on the *relationships* that she does form.

Incidentally, talking of technological prowess, these sorts of skanks will typically have thousands of pictures on their PC, a good proportion of which are porno selfies, and yet, the sum totality of pictures is usually “organised” into just two or three folders, all of which sit under C:\users\skanksname, right alongside C:\users\skanks13year old son and C:\users\skanks15yearold son, both of whom of course grew up in the digital age…

And this ongoing train crash is what my mate thinks *might* be telling the truth, OK, the bitch has genuinely big tits, and she is a genuinely willing and dirty and will do anything you like at all fuck, but that is *it*

He looks at me askance… Do you like her, he asks… *NO*

Did you ever, he asks, no, can’t say I did, sure, there was a period there in the beginning before the proofs came in that X Y and Z that she has told me were lies, and during that period there was I will admit an acceptance of the idea of spending every weekend fucking her ass off, you know, she would have been OK to *own*… but even that, it has to be said, was 99.9% theoretical, I never actually bought into any of it emotionally, or built any castles in the sky of my own, much less actually thought about giving up my pad and cohabiting or any of that shit… it was a good free fuck… that’s all.

Do you wonder about what could have been, he asks.

You mean, like could have been as in if shit were shinola, purest impossible fantasy stuff, or what could have been as in a total fucking train wreck involving police and social services and all the rest of that shit, quite possible real world shit?

I tell him, I could, if I wished, go through that 100 gig of archives of hers, and I could pull out every pic and vid selfie of her fucking, and I could then pull up *my* data, and compare the two, dump all the pics that pre-date *us* and all the pics that post date *us*, and then go through the rest, and what I do find interesting if I do that, and I haven’t, but I have glanced though the archive, isn’t that when we weren’t together she was fucking other guys…

Does that bother you, he asks… no, why should it, I was fucking other sluts…

No, what is interesting is I am 99.99% sure that *NOWHERE* in that archive is a single picture or mention of me.

No, don’t ask me why I think that is, that is one rabbit hole I do not want to go down, but during that period, I was seeing her *way* more than any of these other guys, and I know for a fucking fact she had at least three naked selfies of me, because I fucking sent them to her.

Do you miss her, he asks, in any way at all.

No, the sex was good, no doubt about it, but the lies man, they kill the sex, they kill the sexual response, they kill the “phwoarr” response, it’s like looking back at a now famous rock band that are crap and sell outs, but you saw em many times back in the day, when they were taking off, but had not yet slid all the way down the sewer….

.. for sex today, hey, I got another skank, a little older than this one (who was 20 years my junior) but nice and compliant and dirty and a good sized pair of tits, and who hasn’t actually told me any significant lies yet, so what’s to miss?

I’m supposed to miss damaged goods?

Yeah, I feel a sort of melancholy, it’s all so fucking senseless, she is her own worst enemy and in a world where shit was shinola she could change into something better and turn her life around, but in this world, with my life ticking away a day at a time, and me with no skin in that game?

Bitch has two teenage sons who *definitely* are aware of exactly what she does, and a pre-pubescent daughter, and it all just gets fucking worse from there on in.

And then my mate said the dumbest thing I have ever heard the asshole say, and I said to him, in all the years I have known you, that is the dumbest fucking thing I have ever heard you say… he said do I think her environment and circumstances made her the liar she is, you know, building castles in the sky as a sort of self defence against the harsh realities of the fuck-up that is her life.

So, you don’t think that’s the case then.

I said, water finds its own level.

I can introduce you to people living in shit-hole estates with fuck all spare cash, and they don’t tell lies, and their lives aren’t a never ending train wreck, because they know how little of a buffer they have, and because they know that actions have consequences, and enough of them you can’t claim the exception proves the rule.

Her living on a sinkhole estate or her getting through 100 cocks in a year didn’t make her have a dozen or more different emails and so on, and compartmentalise life into different castles in the sky, nor does being the kind of dishonest person she is with dozens of email addresses mean she has to live on a sink-hole estate or get through 100 cocks a year, not everything at the waterhole is a croc.

Hell, there is a woman not five miles from here with a ton of money and property and everything else you can think of, in every other way she is identical to this bitch, damaged goods. (and that doesn’t imply some other cunt did the damage neither)

Living in a shit-hole is a CIRCUMSTANCE.

Lying like a cunt is a CHOICE.

My mate says yeah, now you’ve said that, I got the words to explain what I really mean, couldn’t explain it proper before, its like, when the whatsapp thing happened, you just, ok, maybe not jumped, but went straight to the conclusion she blocked you, and when you saw her email there, you went straight to the conclusion she was lying, and ok, she lied to you before, but does that mean she *couldn’t* have been telling the truth, like, shouldn’t she, or anyone else, have the chance to be believed?

But, I said, the technology rarely if ever lies, the only two ways that you can not get a contact’s status on whatsapp is if they have blocked you, or the whatsapp network isn’t synced to your phone properly, so you reboot the phone and it syncs, and I reboot my phone daily, I’m a cunt like that, and it was three days her whatsapp status was giving no info.

OK, like, she *was* fucking lying man, like, she has (for the time I have known her) always been a fucking liar, leopards and spots man.

Dude, I tell him, technology can lie, sort of, the oil pressure warning bulb that doesn’t light up because it is blown and so it doesn’t warn you your oil pressure is low, or the dead neon in the mains extension lead that doesn’t warn you the lead is live.

They aren’t *lying* to you, there is no INTENT TO DECEIVE…. it doesn’t sit there and say “Fuck him”, or treat you differently to me, it doesn’t have an AGENDA.

Liars all got an agenda, and the only thing that is ever on it is themselves.

That got nothing to do with having a hard life of living in a shit hole.

That’s about a total lack of respect, and sure, your oil pressure bulb don’t respect you either, but it is inanimate, so the full phrase is a total lack of respect for another human being.

How can she respect me, when she doesn’t respect her two technologically turned on teenage sons, and keeps pics and vids and records of her sexual exploits on computers the whole family uses, even the pre pubescent girl?

It’s all part of the greater whole man.

Sure, I may take it personally when my psycho skank ho ex dropped an FRA on my ass, and it was personal, but I ain’t the only fucker she pulled that on in her life, on the contrary, you can’t find nobody she did not shit on.

He got it then, 99.99% of our ACTIONS, not personal circumstances, but ACTIONS, are characteristic of our personality, it is incredibly rare for someone to do something truly out of character, leaving the toilet seat up, switching a light off when you leave a room, washing a cup or putting it in the sink and leaving it, checking zerohedge before you check slashdot, or vice versa, having multiple emails, or blocking people on whatsapp because you can’t think of any new lies that even you would believe, it is all IN CHARACTER.

I didn’t see something and jump to a conclusion, or claim the boy had cried wolf, or anything else, there wasn’t a rush to judgement, it’s just observation, like observing that a particular vending machine only ever drops out tins of 7up, it doesn’t matter what button you press, all you ever get is 7up.

So when tomorrow rolls around and you see (no matter who pressed the button, or even if they ASKED for a 7up) the same machine drop a can of 7up you just nod to yourself and think ayup. No change there then.

No matter what the CIRCUMSTANCES of our past purely sexual relationshit…

… the skank CHOSE to lie to me, the same CHOICE she made numerous times in the past.

I don’t judge her for her CIRCUMSTANCES, I do for her CHOICES… and EVERYONE has choices.

Except technology, technology doesn’t have free will.

As he was walking out, my mate asked, so what has these recent events with this skank done, have they actually made a difference to how you see her?

I said yeah, if she’d just ignored me she would have been filed away in my ex skank mental filing system as some ex skank with a significant large negative number -n, representing the depth of the hole she has dug in my estimation.

Since she replied with yet more bullshit and lies, that negative number is now greater and that hole in my estimation is deeper, it’s already well below my water table of would get involved with again, so now its just a case of deepening the well, or cess pit.

Not just got no skin in that game, but thank fuck I got no skin in that game, so long, and thanks for all the kinky fucks… In the words of Captain Cornelius Butt, I never forget a face, but in your case, I’ll make an exception… and the next time you’re passing my door.. keep going…

Beheadings

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 1:57 pm

I have done more than just a few in my time.

Not humans though, they are easy, cows are much harder, much bigger necks.

I used to use a knife with an 8 inch blade, but, I have also done it with a Buck knife with a 4.5″ blade, it takes about 60 seconds.

For a cow, you grab each ear in turn, pull it hard to twist the neck, and about two inches down from the ear, just under the bottom of the skull, you make two deep incisions, one slash each side, but you don’t go too far forwards, try and avoid the major arteries on these cuts, which you get to do easily with practice.

You then pull the head back exposing the throat, and join these two cuts with a slash across the throat, cutting the throat, tongue and windpipe, again, with practice, you avoid the major arteries.

Next you deepen the cut, all the major arteries and right back to the spine, at this point you bend the neck back, and use the point of the knife to go in deep to the spine and cut the cord and ligaments.  This also incidentally releases a surprising quantity of spinal fluid.. you do not *just* get blood in a beheading.

Then you repeat the ears cuts on the back of the neck, again going through ligaments, and still holding on to one ear, the head drops off free of the body.

60 seconds all told, and even gravity alone, even after major internal trauma, eg  sharpened 3″ diameter steel spike on a forklift, which you ram in around below the cunt (not the ass, or the body will rotate on the spike) and aim at the top of the neck, basically puncturing everything in between, will release a *lot* of blood.

I haven’t personally seen the beheading video, it’s illegal for me to do so, but, from talking to those who have.

1/ The size of the knife is completely irrelevant, I could behead a cow with a box cutter, it would just be a lot more messy, a lot less clean, and a lot slower, so a human neck being proportionally smaller would be proportionally easier.

2/ If you behead someone thus, within moments their bowels and bladder void, you would see this, as void doesn’t mean go for a crap and a piss in terms of volume, it means much much more.

3/ Blood, we as mammals are predisposed to see and notice blood,a pint always looks like a gallon, cut a living human artery and you cut into 2 psi, it will spurt everywhere…2 psi in rule of thumb means 2 foot high spurt against gravity, so you absolutely will see it, even in a VGA res monochrome film, you will see it.

4/ According to those who have seen the film, you apparently see the Joke Jihadi sawing at the guys neck about a dozen times, as the very professionally shot clip fades to black, but, you do not see anything else, certainly none of the above.

5/ According to the guys who have seen the film, it then cuts to another shot, of what appears to be a human head on what appears to be a human corpse.

6/ According to the guys who have seen the film, and apart from the issues above, neither the guy about to be shortened nor the Joke Jihadi act as though a beheading is either imminent or in progress, he apparently sounds like he is reading from cue cards, and the Joke Jihadi doesn’t do the usual allahackbarinfidels crowing, nor does anyone else not in shot, nor is there apparently anyone else not in shot, apart from the two camera guys and one or two sound guys, and maybe the FX guy with the FX head and corpse.

I dunno, it’s *more* fucking effort to edit a film of me beheading a cow, and leave out the gory bits, which are after all where the shock values is, than it is to hit record, do the biz, hit stop, hit upload.

The guys who have seen the film don’t have my experience of what amounts to butchery, but they have said the production values were high, and both participants were wired for sound, so, the guys who have seen the film would not know what a blade sounds like as it cuts through flesh and sinew and the windpipe and nicks bone and cuts the spinal cord etc. It is a special and unmistakable sort of sound once you know it.

Unless the human has long hair, you’d do like the cow and grab the ears and cheeks to manipulate the head during cutting and hold it afterwards, apparently that did not happen, it was more hollywood-esque in style.

Like False Rape Accusations, beware of anything that apparently solves more problems for the alleged victims (the *west*) than it creates.

August 23, 2014

My God, it’s full of stairs

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 1:29 pm

So, I was lying in bed with the girlfriend, and she turns to me and says “You’re a pervert…“

So I looked back at her and said “My, that’s a big word for a nine year old to know.“

Yeah, that’s how you separate the men from the niggerz, oh, and if you felt the urge to use quotation marks or verbal inflections or some other emphasis to change that from a joke, to a joke, or a “joke”, well, fuck you too…lol

Those of you old enough to remember the dawn of personal computing may remember a space trading game called Elite, I never played it myself, but there were those who do, anyway, it’s back, Elite Dangerous, it’s at beta 2 stage now, and it has to be said, there is a lot of impressive shit gone into it.

The trouble with this shit is you end up using real world money and real world time, to simulate real world activity, eg earning fucking money and making a living.

What’s the attraction?

It’s why I have never “got” the whole thing about going to a titty bar.

The game is 50 quid, if I could buy in game credits for say a million in game credits for another 10 quid, then, I might be interested, I’ll just upgrade my ship and start fucking around and having fun.

You see the analogy here, Elite is forcing me to start with a 250 quid fleabay A4 sized chinese laser, and maybe I can work my way up to the full size job I really want… but… I don’t do that in real life…. I do not buy a 50cc moped and work in it and trade my way up to the Dodge viper engined boss hawg moto-sickle I really wanted in the first place.

It’s a real life sim that isn’t real life, if it was real life, various rich bastards would have done what they did in Second Life, walked in and bought entire islands for real world cash.. and that is *good*.

You actually have a choice, is target A easier to achieve by in game grinding, or real life grinding and exchange real life money for in game money… OK, in fairness, this and many other things is apparently in the pipeline, but it could just as easy have been in the 50 quid beta, instead of the option to donate a thousand fucking pounds for a 4″ cutaway model, yadda yadda yadda.

A titty bar is a closed market, there is only one retailer.

Vegas is arguably the same thing, there is just the illusion of choice, ultimately all your money goes to one of a handful of retailers, no matter what you buy or who from.

In an anarchic (there is that dirty word again) Vegas, nobody could represent anyone except themselves, and nobody could sell anything they themselves did not have and posses, so no pimps.

Elite is a world where immigrants pay to get in, then get told this is the only legal currency, only these people here can outfit, repair, upgrade and buy and sell ships, only these “marketplaces” exist, rules, rules, rules and more rules, of freedom, there is none… and yet the draw is freedom to explore the galaxy and be an entrepreneur.

The commenter’s on the video above, by which I mean the two guys providing dialogue, essentially acknowledge all this, it is the same as the old elite, you are essentially “grinding” and this thing that I find leaves me cold and uninterested is exactly the thing that the aficionados of the game love, they see this is core to the whole game experience.

Hey, the “J” key still does the hyperspace jumps, yippeee.

Even while they claim nothing is scripted, in fact, everything is scripted, it is just done in such a way that there is the illusion of non-scripted gameplay.

Let’s take Far Cry 3, you can take your map, computer random generate say 10,000 NPC’s, random seed them all for what they are and what they do, random seed some passage of time while they all interact, and then plonk, you, the user gets dropped into this never the same twice world.

Technically it could be done, but *nobody* is doing it, and one of the big reasons nobody is doing it is to go back to the very early computerised “life” simulations, run a thousand iterations of foxes and rabbits and they all end up looking the same, the randomness is exposed for what it isn’t, and the constrained and limited models of what is a fox and what is a rabbit, and how the two may interact, are what defined the outcome every time.

In the proposed FC3 world above, you’d have the exact same fucking problem, and you’d expend all this processor power to end up with a scenario that is essentially indistinguishable from the allegedly open world unscripted varieties that we have today… so they don’t both, and stick with the scripted unscripted allegedly open worlds we have today.

In computer animations of humans, we have the uncanny valley, as the simulation become more human, the greater the depth of the “that shit just ain’t right” feeling, and it is the same thing with all these games, sooner or later I always come up against an uncanny valley, the coder’s hand at work, not the alleged physics and laws of the world I am supposed to be immersed in.

At that point, the game is ruined for me, forever.

NPC characters in Skyrim that *cannot* be killed, ever, for example…. another example is guys you can kill, but out of the planned sequence, breaking the whole quest such as Orchendor in Bthardamz, oh noes, I didn’t follow the script in my pseudo unscripted open world and lordy me, tis broke…

I mean, how many times can a game give you the EXACT same fucking quest, kill the giants at sleeping tree camp, or kill, for the third time, the exact same dude on a night mother quest…. and still retain *any* semblance of game playing. Suspension of disbelief gets flushed, permanently.

There are parallels to the modern world, the latest goings on in Ukraine or Syria or whatever (still crickets on MH17 back boxes, cockpit recordings, etc etc etc) suspension of disbelief gets flushed, and I can never accept *anything* these cunts say, all I can see is the hand of the coder, and a lazy coder at that, one who only knows a few tricks, and has a particular end goal of his own in mind.

Look at the words man, “I have become disillusioned with the world”.

Doesn’t mean what you initially think it means, or what it is commonly taken to mean.

Does mean I have far less illusions, I see the hand of the coders, the suspension of disbelief has been flushed.

To become disillusioned with something is equated to having lost faith in something, and the parallel is that losing faith is like losing blood or money, it ain’t good.

But to lose faith in something it can only not exist, if it existed, even in part, you wouldn’t lose faith in it, nobody every lost faith in gravity, or thunder and lightning going together, or fire burning or ice being cold.

The coders in the real world fuck up for exactly the same reasons the coders in games and software fuck up, they flatly refuse to try to model the real world, and accept all inputs and feedback circuits and so on, if you only have a hammer everything becomes a nail.

Got an ex skank who has just gone dark on me, this was a worthless lying skank but a decent occasional dirty fuck, no more, textbook case of someone who simply refuses to connect the dots between her actions and the fact her life is the shit…. constantly moans about the consequences, but like a bad coder, steadfastly refuses to make the connection.

I do, I really do, I get what she is *trying* to do, new house new start new life just block everyone I knew, even the good guys (or maybe especially the good guys, who knows) and start afresh, clean sheet… I get all that.

I don’t know WHY, is it all her own doing, is it the new bloke getting her to burn bridges, I don’t know that, and I don’t need to, getting what she is doing and what she is so clearly trying to do is sufficient, I do not need to know why, it doesn’t add anything.

I do know it is doomed, because the one piece of luggage she is carrying from one chapter of her life to the next is her own broken character, and that is the steaming turd atop the soufflé on every meal she cooks up.

It’s the same reason why it doesn’t matter what software house the coder is working for, the game will still suck, and it doesn’t matter what party the politician is affiliated to, his policies will still suck.

Are you a crap and utterly talentless manager?

No problem, just re-define the scope of everything and set not so arbitrary boundaries that always just happen to prevent you having to go out of your comfort zone or push yourself and maybe fail badly.

It’s why on every single job I do in my day job, without exception, I can get all the boxes ticked and all the forms signed and we get paid, even if it often takes two or three or four visits to achieve what should have been done in one.

It’s why, back in the day on the Cobalt RAQ boxes back when the WWW was new and anyone could start up as a web hosting company, and like many others I did, you had X RAQ’s on colo, and one local one that you played with and learned shit on and did development work in.

It’s why your boxen on colo, the very first thing you did with that admin account, was create a secondary junior admin account, set up so it could *never* affect or lock out the primary admin account, and from that point on you *never* accessed the primary admin account… just in case.

Fucking cisco boxen on expensive fibre connections, get down to the end of the config and there is almost universally without exception the following

line vty 0 4
 exec-timeout 15 0
 password 7 xxxxxxx
 login authentication RADIUS-SSH
 transport input ssh

It doesn’t *have* to be that simple, line vty 0 4 allows up to 5 users to login to the console via telnet, and you *can* define multiple users, so you *could* have a simple fallback based on user name, password, and source IP, which is a piece of piss is you yourself are an ISP… and allow input all, not ssh…

Which would stop the regular problem that the router is working fine, but you as the ISP cannot access it remotely, because they crypto key has become corrupted, or because the password has been changed, or some doofus made some other change to the config, and then the only solution is to send an engineer to site.

But no, *one* admin user name and password is considered sufficient, so when that gets broken, locked out.

And of course, if you only have one admin user, that used does everything, including regularly locking themselves out.

If you have “transport input all” it will accept all input types, if you have “transport input SSH” it will only accept SSH sessions, and they are based upon the crypto key generation, and the command for that is “crypto key generate rsa general-keys modulus 1024” and if you try to issue that command on a generic blank router with the hostname still set to..

router#

it will refuse, because the hostname is part of they key, so you have to issue the command “hostname NSA_kiddie_porn_honeytrap” and you will get

NSA_kiddie_porn_honeytrap#

and then you can generate the crypto key

and then another doofus remoting is as admin issues a hostname change command, because now they want this one changed to primary or to reflect the physical site or the company got bought out or whatever, and they crypto key no longer matches the hostname, so you don’t get in… until an engineer is dispatched to site, and he changes transport input SSH to transport input all, or spots the issue and generates a key for you…. or whatever

I know of one instance that someone wrote a batch command for the entire estate of 30 routers on 15 sites, because the company, call it “Local Inc” got bought out by Acme corp, so this batch changed each router hostname from “Local_cityname_1” (or _2 for backup) to “Acme_cityname_1”.. and of course they all still worked, but the ISP could no longer remote in, which was a problem… 15 site visits later….

Typically most of the chain stores in the UK have between 800 and 1400 sites, depending on how ubiquitous they are, and of course each site could have one or two or three or more routers, you can just imagine the chaos that could ensue.

Allied with default admin usernames and passwords, and yes, I know them all, it is my job, large companies also have default naming conventions, so even the SSH crypto key side of things is easy enough to guess at, eg I can guess the hostname that the router is using, even though it is just presenting itself as a specific IP address, based upon the naming convention that the ISP in question uses.

If Acme corp always leads with ACR for acme cisco router underscores for spaces, placenames, and numbering conventions such as 1 for primary and 2 for backup etc and first letter capitalised and so on, I can guess the hostname and get it right first try 99% of the time, within 4 attempts 100% success.

Just because I follow the company naming convention, I know there is a router there, it’s giving me an IP of 192.168.0.1 (yess I know, non routable on the net) but if there WASN’T and I was going to DEPLOY one, what name would I be giving it?

It’s the same answer as to the question, I wonder what this router on 192.168.0.1 is called?

Acme_cityname_1

At that point the crypto portion of using SSH as opposed to plaintext “all” is defeated

In the UK, if your name is John Smith, and you were born on the 3rd of February 1959, your driving licence number is SMITH190203J9xxx

Driving licence number format explained

A B C D E
SMITH 706212 PD 9RC **
A – Displaying first five letters of your surname. If surname is less than five characters in length, the remaining spaces will comprise of the digit 9.
B – First and last numbers are the year of birth. Second and third numbers are month of birth. (Note: in the case of female driving licence holders, ‘5’ is added to the second digit, this means that the second digit will be 5 or 6). The fourth and fifth digits are the day of the month of your birth.
C – The first two initials of your forenames. If you have only one initial then the second character will be a ‘9’.
D – Computer check digits.
E – Licence numbers

Back in the day before computers as such it was how the po-po worked out if your licence was a forgery, and how those in the know could produce a forgery that po-po couldn’t detect unless they took you back to the station and queried the mainframe.

The vast majority of UK drivers are not aware that this is how their driver number is generated, but that is the textbook definition of security through obscurity.

Obscurity is another illusion, and what is obscure to one is not obscure to all, and once your “key” is revealed, eg acme corporation’s router naming convention, the cat is out of the bag.

It isn’t going back in.

Long before anyone even considers trying to put it back in, others have wondered if Acme is the only corporation to work this way, I mean, that would be unusual… ideas tend to propagate in an industry… “Industry standards” mean just that.

So, for example, if the Kiev traffic controller building communicated with the Kiev voice radio TX/RX facility via “secure” and even “encrypted” VoIP over a couple of “secure” routers….  it probably isn’t as hard as you might think to step up to the microphone and say Ho Lee Fuk, Sum Ting Wong, Wi Tu Lo, btw guys, drop 5k and steer right 15 degrees, what’s your vector Victor.

You, dear reader, are now probably somewhat more “disillusioned” than you were, about the whole subject of security.

August 17, 2014

Radioactive sexuality

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 1:50 pm

Imagine, if you will, that feminazism is like background radioactivity, in an all pervasive way, rather than a no big deal way.

Imagine, then, that the level of background radioactivity is increased, so it is not a no big deal daily cumulative dose, but a Pripyat daily dose.

What you will get, is that as each wimminz ages, she becomes, via absorption from the environment, more toxic and sick and repulsive.

Imagine a guy comes along, and declares that wimminz A, who at 16 years old only has 16 years of exposure, makes his cock hard, but wimminz B, who at 39 years old has 39 years of cumulative exposure, does nothing at all for him.

Guy is clearly a sick paedo… right?

Let’s take a look at the 10 commandments

ONE: ‘You shall have no other gods before Me.‘

TWO: ‘You shall not make for yourself a carved image–any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.‘

THREE: ‘You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.‘

FOUR: ‘Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.‘

FIVE: ‘Honor your father and your mother.‘

SIX: ‘You shall not murder.‘

SEVEN: ‘You shall not commit adultery.‘

EIGHT: ‘You shall not steal.‘

NINE: ‘You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour.‘

TEN: ‘You shall not covet your neighbour’s house; you shall not covet your neighbour’s wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbour’s.‘

So… the first four are self serving, from God’s perspective, keeping the adherents loyal, the last six deal with humans dealing with each other.

Do not…..

1/ dishonour your parents

2/ murder

3/ cheat on your wife/husband

4/ steal

5/ lie about others

6/ covet or suffer jealousy for what others have.

================================

Now, lets look at that shit.

#1/ dishonour, that’s like do anything that will damage their reputation, that is most certainly NOT a call for universal obedience, or respect, or anything else, it’s not even saying do not shit on your own doorstep or fuck up yourself, it is just saying, do not shit on your parent’s doorstep, or fuck their shit up. — pretty liberal. Not much is prohibited.

#2/ murder, not killing, you can kill in self defence, you can kill accidentally, you can kill to eat, you can kill to protect… what you cannot do is go out and deliberately kill another human being, and no, it doesn’t make any exceptions for the po po or the military… it is all still pretty liberal and easy to obey

#3/ cheating, if you’re married, you don’t get to fuck anyone except your own husband / wife, if you’re not married, you can fuck all you like, if you end your marriage, you can fuck who you like (nota bene, no commandment against separation / divorce) and indeed by implication if you do fuck someone else while married, you just ended that marriage… still pretty liberal.

#4 stealing, doesn’t say anything about the method, so no dissembling about it wasn’t an actual armed robbery so it wasn’t really stealing, deliberately setting out to con someone is stealing, stealing is depriving someone else of their goods, them *consenting* to the exchange either because you put a gun in their face, or because you claimed the cheap knock off was the far more valuable genuine article makes no odds… again, it’s all pretty liberal.

#5 lying about others, it doesn’t say shit about lying, you want to claim you are an airline pilot or the reborn Galileo, that’s fine, claiming someone else is, other that they told you they were, or that they raped you, that is bearing false witness… and it cuts both ways, I dint see nuffink officer when you damn well did see everything also counts… but again, it has to be said, it’s pretty fucking liberal.

#6 coveting what others have, coveting doesn’t mean I wish I had Bill Gates’ money, it means acting in ways that are planned to get me some of that dosh, ways that old Billy boy wouldn’t like if he knew about.

That’s it.

There are no commandments about owning a slave, or fucking or even marrying a 9 year old, or owning a gun, or making a fusion reactor in your basement, or playing death metal, in fact, even the commandments that there are, do not say you cannot do these ten things, what they say is you cannot do these ten things and still be in our club and call yourself a christian.

Nota Bene, they are all ACTS that are prohibited.

Nowhere does it say or even suggest that you cannot have the URGE to shit on your parents doorstep, kill some asshole just for breathing, cheat on your wife / husband, steal your neighbours shit, lie about others, or plan to separate billy from just a few of his millions.

On the contrary, implicit in all the commandments is the assumption that from time to time ALL humans will be TEMPTED, tempted to do any or all of these things, the commandments merely state that you must RESIST that TEMPTATION in order to continue to call yourself a christian.

That

Is

All

Fast forwards a couple of millennia.

Now what we have, is that we are being judged and prosecuted in advance for merely having temptations, we are told that perfectly normal and universal human thoughts are somehow the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.

The mark of the Christian was that I did not give in to my entirely natural urges to kill my lying psycho skank ho ex, and indeed all the other worthless lying and corrupt fucks in the secret family court and social services system. I resisted the perfectly understandable human reaction to unjust treatment, and in doing so I stopped the chain reaction from starting. That and that alone was sufficient to call myself a Christian.

Now, that isn’t good enough, and in an EXACT duplicate of what happens when you get embroiled in the secret family court and social services system, the other side gets to call all the shots, which doesn’t just mean they get to redefine perfectly understandable and normal and indeed unavoidable and inevitable human reactions and feelings, and claim they are all the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved, and then… then they play the trump card, they also get to redefine at a whim the meaning of any and every word and phrase in the human lexicon, so that it becomes literally impossible for you to state what I have stated above, and any and all attempts to do so, to tell the truth, just constitute further proof that you are wearing the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.

Indeed, if you read the one actual manual of that other Abrahamic religion, Islam, you will find *nothing* in the Koran that states that the only possible penalty for apostasy is death, indeed, if you read what is written, it’s pretty much an exact dupe of the Christian ten commandments, you just don’t get to call yourself a Muslim any more.

Indeed, to get apostasy = death, you have to ignore the actual core Koran, and squint just so, and start looking only at the hadiths, which are the Islamic equivalent of gospels, eg stories written centuries after “the one” himself died, e.g. like me writing about Napoleon….

I wasn’t fucking there, and nobody who was is alive, nor is the child of anyone who was there alive, nor is the grandchild etc, and yet, my writings become what later becomes the definitive description, even over-riding more contemporary works.

Indeed, if you translate the ten commandments and the Koran equivalent through three on-line translation tools, what comes out the other end, I will defy anyone to say which was Christianity and which was Islam…

ISIS claiming to be Islamic is like Tony Blair claiming to be Christian is like the secret family courts and social services claiming to be only in the interests of the children… indeed all three have the same attitude to anyone who doesn’t buy their shit, you are a heretic and we are here to fuck y’all over ….

I am not a koranic scholar, but I’ll lay a blunt rusty knife and my cock on the table on a bet that there is at least one passage in the Koran that quite clearly states that at some point or another, Mohammed, like Jesus, said something along the lines of “Judge them by their works/deeds, not what they say”….

Hell, we have always been at war with Eastasia… or something like that…

Dig deep enough, and Christianity and Islam have far more in common than they have to set them apart, and yet, those who control the modern dialogue on what these two religions constitute insist that the two are as incompatible as caesium and oxygen/water, you are either 100% unquestioningly for us, or we consider you 100% irredeemably against us (again, this is diametrically opposed to what both the Koran and the Bible actually say, in the bits they claim to quote what Mohammed and Jesus actually said in contemporary records) and indeed it is exactly the same shit with Feminazism and patriarchy, are you with feminazism and against rape and paedophilia and inequality, or are you against it and a sick fucking paedo / rapist / abuser… wearing the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.

Saying I prefer the 16 year old to the 39 year old because they have proportionally less exposure to the toxic radiation of feminazim / christianity / islam / putin / whatever, again, that is a dialogue that is not permitted, so it is re-framed as being something that it never was, and you, for uttering it, have the mark of the sick and twisted and depraved.

Yeah, the 16 year old chick has younger firmer flesh and more fertile years ahead of her, but she also has a lot less exposure to the toxic radiation…. all cults have always known that children are easiest to indoctrinate for this very reason, but it also means the less indoctrination the more hope and possibility there is for apostasy.

However, as I myself found to my cost, the shit you have to be aware of is not that you can attempt to take a young wimminz today and present logical and clear and factual arguments why she might consider apostasy, consider the lily, and the Hegelian dialectic too… no..  the shit you have to be aware of is that rust never sleeps, and neither does the indoctrination du jour, which for a young wimminz in the UK means the feminazi one as well as the others mentioned above….

The shit you have to be aware of is when you end up in secret family courts etc, or if you are especially unlucky, criminal courts charged with rape and sexual abuse and violence, all that intellectual logical Hegelian dialectic will be branded and treated as exactly what it is to those in power, satanic heresy.

The only thing of note as regards to glimmers of sunshine on the horizon is that the man / father in a secret family court is not there in chains, not yet at least, that be the sunset horizon, not the sunrise horizon dude… Feminazism isn’t as old and established as the other dogmas… yet….

Yet, so the death of a thousand cuts is still good enough, no need to chain and bind the wretch in the dock, it’s still death of a thousand cuts, not quite at the point where the fucker needs to be chained down to “protect” the judiciary and others present from him deciding to say fuck it and be hung for the sheep.

Yet.

I do not claim to be a Christian, and yet, I obeyed the commandments, before, during, and after my own trial by fire at the hands of the psycho skank ho ex and the secret family courts and social services.

The commandments are as we have discussed, pretty liberal, so it wasn’t a big ask, but nevertheless, I did adhere to them all…. I even went into the system and admitted the real human failings that I did have, sure, I am not a perfect man, I have my faults, and if you do not like them, walk away, the relationship is ended, there is no need whatsoever for all these vile lies and accusations, and the weaponising of our offspring, and then the casual discharging of those weapons, with no thought given to the concept that they themselves are not weapons, but individual human beings in their own right.

Yet, all those there, and I don’t just mean the psycho lying skank ho ex, I mean the judges, court officers, lawyers, barristers, social workers, po po, court appointed shrinks and all the rest of the pigs with their noses in the trough, they failed utterly to adhere to these pretty liberal commandments, and yet, call themselves good and Christian and honourable peoples.

So called “Sharia Law” as it is being pushed, it is exactly as unjust and corrupt and depraved and deceitful and the shit we have now, I personally don’t fear it one iota, I’m as far outside the “acceptable” scope of modern sharia law as I am modern christian law, because after all they are just artificially exclusive extremes of the same fucking thing.

What it does have going for it is all the current fucking incumbents would have to choose, jump ship and repent, or get strung up, and people who do that are soooooo easy to hoist by their own petard.

If UK citizens travelling to Syria to join ISIS teaches anyone anything, it should be this, people who know they are fucked before they are born in this system, will willingly travel to join up with the equally evil and corrupt mirror image twin, for no better reason that they get offered the chance to go fucking wild for a bit *before* the piper call for payment.

If old men like me (lmao) find 16 year old’s more attractive than 39 year olds, well, that just because we have gotten so good at the whole toxic radioactivity thing, we no longer need a geiger counter…

We can tell just by looking at the fucking face.

Haven’t even opened the browser window yet as I type this, but the next 4 “quickmatch” skanks on OKC, with the only criteria being single, near(ish) me and 18-45…

32

32

42

35

Bear in mind these are claimed ages, but even so three of them are over twenty fucking years younger than me…. and my fucking cunt geiger counter is doing a fucking H R Giger counter on all those toxic radioactive skank faces….

 

August 15, 2014

I love this post

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:56 am

Well, OK, I don’t, I just wanted an excuse to use the pic…4690947372754137862

The mis-attributed so called “wisdom of St Francis” goes, “Lord, grant me the strength to change the things I can, the serenity to deal with the things I cannot change, and the wisdom to know the difference.“

It basically comes in three parts.

1/ let me be strong enough to change what I can.

2/ let me be strong enough to endure the things I can’t change, the stuff outside #1 above.

3/ let me be smart enough to know the difference between #1 and #2 above.

Speaking personally, #1 was never an issue, and if ever there was an understatement of fact, that was it… LRFH…

#2, well, yeah, I guess I’ve been though that ordeal of fire a few times too, it fucking hurts, and changes you, but yeah, I’ve endured and survived.

#3 was always the bitch, see, it’s not so much being smart enough to know the difference between 1 and 2, it’s more a case of how long the clock ticks between the trigger event, and that particular penny dropping for you… I have often been a bit slow on the uptake on that one, a facet of #1 above, donchaknow, so busy trying to make it work I didn’t stop to think that the other fucker didn’t want it to work…

It’s the Jehovah’s Witness problem.

See, if you gotta go out and preach it or sell it, you’re failing at #3 right off the bat, if some fucker is interested, they will come to you, no exceptions, they… will… find… you…

This applies to everything, even making frosty widgets and better mousetraps, that you think nobody knows about but if only they did….. by all means, set out your stall, eg set up a web site, so that those who want to find you can, but that is it, not one millimetre more.

Indeed, when it comes to looking at the people who do come to you, #3 is still the problem, because they are not coming to you to exchange anything, they are coming to you to take you for what they can.

It’s a function of human cerebral pathways that we will write things down in such logical ways, test #1, test #2, test #3, as above, apply all three to determine the optimal tactic.

But survival is often to turn that logical progression on its head, and go arabic or chinese and start reading the book from the back, (bad analogy guy, cos their books are written in reverse, and so the back is the front) so you should apply test #3 first, then test #2, then test #1

#1 is this some shit I can change, or some shit I have to endure?

#2 am I strong enough to endure this shit, if it it shit I have to endure?

#3 if it’s not shit I have to endure, am I strong enough to change this shit.

Because, y’all see, #2 and #3 always come with a steep price, only #1 in this reversed list is relatively cheap.

There is a post over on the forums, where Alpheta talks about shit that is comfortably or functionally broken, but better for it, it doesn’t just apply to cars though, take my revised list above, and apply it to a particular wimminz I am thinking of.

1/ no to change

2/ yes, because I can’t change it, don’t care, and have no stake it in, basically, I got no skin in her game or future.

3/ not relevant, due to 1 and 2 above

So her life is an ongoing clusterfuck, so is she, like I care, now and again every few months she turns up for a few days and it’s porno patrol time, anything goes kinky fuckery, and it’s all good, and then she goes again.

She is comfortably and functionally broken, and I don’t care, because I got no stake in it, as / when / if it is there then it has utility to me, something to empty my balls into, end. of. story.

In this way she is superior to the wimminz who claim to want a relationshit, but y’all just know how that will end….

Shades of the guys who has seen it all and doesn’t give a fuck any more, he is quite happy to be in his fifties and driving a home grocery delivery truck for Tesco’s, and yeah, I see em all the time… none of this is that all you amounted to dude, in your 50’s and you’re in a minimum wage job delivering bananas and biscuits and bog rolls to assholes who can’t be bothered to do their own shopping?

They don’t give a fuck.

Which makes them an immeasurably better employee than the 20 something fuckwit that expects to be pulling down 100k in a few years time, but there is another danger, you have to separate out the comfortably and functionally broken, like me and the Tesco home delivery guy, from the outright dysfunctional and no longer does anything that it says on the tin broken, which is what we are surrounded with today.

If we apply my three reverse test to society and wimminz today the answers we get are…

1/ No, you can’t change it, waaay too much momentum, so you have to endure it or die.

2/ You are either strong enough, which means you get burned and disfigured and adapt and survive, or you don’t.

3/ See above, you have no hope of changing it, maybe, just maybe, you got what it takes to change you so you can endure #2 above.

“If wishes were horses, nobody would walk”, it’s an old saying, and a pithy one, now imagine you are alone, trapped by some wreckage, in a slowly sinking boat, suddenly wishes ain’t so pithy, wishes is all you got, and if only you have a knife, if only you had a prybar, if only you had an axe, if only you had been standing there and not here, if  only, if only, if only…

If only everyone in the global economy and society, that I am not a part of, that I have no say in, were not so hell bent on seeing “us” all embroiled in another great war.

For values of “us” that vary, depending on who reads it, if western Europe goes up in flames it’s as tragic to the yanks as Ukraine or the middle east going up in flames, it happens to someone else, not “us”

What’s happening in eastern Europe now isn’t happening to “us” for values of “me”, and it will stay tragic shit, until the contrails, crump of shells and crackle of small arms fire is something ***I*** find outside what used to be my front door.

NOBODY who is still standing in Donetsk, for example, on that unknown future day when all this current shit is over, is going to be concerned about how much their mortgage was, how much they owed on the plastic, how much they owed on the car, or anything else, back before the shit hit the fan.

I was this morning looking at a map of the streets of the City of Plymouth, in the south west of the UK, the town planners are fucking everything up with their traffic management and pedestrian zone shit, but, you can still see, the entire city was clearly laid out on a draughtsman’s table, none of the old fashioned organic historical shit, which is what you would expect, the entire city basically got reduced to rubble by the Luftwaffe 70 years ago…. which actually, isn’t as hard as it sounds, it doesn’t take *that* many 500 lb bombs to wipe out a square mile of urbanisation, even without the ensuing fires…

A 500lb bomb ( a B52 could carry 50) has a 100 yard blast radius, actually they are dropped in sticks, so you get a line of blasts that form a pathway that is cleared.

Pi r squared, call it a very very conservative 5000 square yards per bomb that is well fucked, call it 3 million square yards to the mile, 3,000,000 / 5,000 = 600 bombs, 600 / 50 = 12 B52’s worth, if each bomb was precision guided, but with each bomb ACTUALLY costing between 3 and 5 hundred bucks to make in bulk, who cares, plaster the fucking place… drop a few thousand…

It’s about the only way that will actually float that you can wipe out the fucking massive and impossible to ever repay negative equity that is tied up in that, and every other city and town and village.

Course, you don’t have to flatten em *all* to wipe out the fucked economy and negative equity, 30% is quite adequate.

For the same values of “us” that exclude “me, personally” above, as far as lots and lots and lots of people, including lots and lots and lots of people in positions of power and influence and control, it doesn’t matter if it is a horrific “solution” to our problems, if it is the only solution that they can see that will actually fucking work, and as long as they are convinced that if they “allow” it to happen (participatory non-participation, not starting fires, but not putting them out, and handing out matches and gas) then for values of “us” that don’t include “them personally” it is not unthinkable, just inevitable….

The other mis-attributed quote, that Putin said playing political and economic chess with Obama was like playing with a pigeon, it knocks all the pieces over, craps everywhere, and then struts about like it has won the game…

It’s like false rape accusations, they seem unthinkable to right minded people, but to the lying psycho skank ho’s who make them, they all solve more problems than they create, suddenly the threesomes and porno gangbangs are excused.

Ditto those who “investigate” them, look what they do, not what they claim to stand for, and draw your own comparisons between apparently wildly differing institutions such as those appointed to ensure the welfare of your children in the state and family court system, and the media and press and those appointed to investigate the aftermath of air crashes to see what happened… MH 17 was shot down on the 17th of July, on the 21st the black boxes were handed over to said authorities, on the 24th of July said authorities announced they had downloaded the data from said boxes, it’s now 15th August, crickets… and no, cockpit voice recordings do not need “analysis” before being released.

Still the good old mulatto messiah (I warned, back when he was first elected, the yanks were getting nothing more than a black Tony Blair…. be afraid..) is sending troops and abrams tanks to the Russian borders…

USS Liberty battalion anyone?

 

 

August 10, 2014

Monitoring – the thermometer isn’t the temperature.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:18 pm

At best, a thermometer is an *indicator* of temperature, in ideal circumstances, it’s fairly accurately calibrated, but either way, it’s the temperature of the fluid *inside* the thermometer that is being indicated.

Nevertheless, if you have a thermometer, you’ll glance at it now and again, and reassure yourself that it hasn’t moved, or moved much at least.

We monitor everything, current bank balance, how many miles to home, phone battery level, it’s what we do as humans, we monitor.

Bitch has been online practically all day today, bitch hasn’t messaged *me* for a fucking week though, we monitor…. bitch is talking to *some* fucker, just not me.

Depending on our predilection and the subject in question and various other factors, we will tend to go either glass full or glass empty imaginary scenarios, based on the monitoring…   I heard a funny story about someone, a keen aquarist, so he got the gadget that would report the tank temperature to his mobile phone via sms every hour or so, and more frequently if the temperature strayed outside a couple of degrees range, so his girlfriend feeds the fish or something, end up removing the thermometer and laying it on top of the tank, under the halogen light, he thought the house was burning down, no other way to explain the tank being at 70 degrees Celsius.

In short, we monitor, and we mainly monitor to reassure ourselves that that thing hasn’t changed much, with a side order of it is does change, we caught the winds of change early.

The morning ritual, coffee, smoke, check zerohedge, check baltic dry index, check price of gold, check brent crude, check google news, check emails, check facebook, and so on… I just described an amazing quantity and variety of people.

And yet, it’s the thermometer conundrum, the thermometer is indicating the temperature of the fluid inside the thermometer itself, cue hilarity about tropical fish guy who thought his house was burning down, but every other day when the temperatures indicated were normal any number of things could have happened, that the thermometer would not have noted… neighbours house burning down, being robbed, water leak in the attic flooding the house…

These things we monitor, they are not just indicators, rather than the real thing, they are by definition lagging indicators, there is no advance warning… and yet we still monitor them, because it is our nature, and each individual glance at a thing such as latest zerohedge headlines only takes a moment.

When I was a small boy there was a “sold everything” shop down in the village by the beach, one of the things it sold was a small wooden donkey, it was sold as a weather predictor, donkey’s tail is wet = it’s raining, donkey’s tail is out sideways = it’s blowing a gale, donkey’s tail has fallen off = earthquake.. I found it funny at the time and still do.

The donkey was also a lagging indicator, the problem is, we want leading indicators, and the problem with that, is there are none, as such…

Sure, birds and wild animals bugger off prior to a seismic event, but here’s the rub, we aren’t that sure why, and it isn’t *much* prior, it’s a matter or minutes or hours, not days or weeks or months or years… they are just picking up subtle cues that we are missing… they are monitoring different indicators…

I was in a place that had a 6.9 quake once, with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, everyone got a bit tetchy and short tempered the day before, but then again, they were here a couple of days ago before the weather broke and the storm rolled in.. tough getting the right things to monitor.

I myself have been predicting a house price crash as *inevitable*, I’ve been saying it every year since 1995, when our seaside extended end of terrace 7 bedroom house sold for an insane 70k, and the more normal 3 bed family home opposite sold for 45k, and it has gone up every year, that 45k house just sold for 225k.. 19 years in a row prices have been going up, and no sign of the crash I was, and still am, saying is inevitable.

I was monitoring the ratio between the price of the house, and the true local average working man’s annual salary…. which by 1995 had gotten to the point that the traditional house price, or to be more specific, house mortgage upper limit = 3.5 times annual salary, had been significantly exceeded…… sure, wages have doubled since 1995, big deal, 225k / 45k  = 5… so 5/2 = 2.5, houses are 2.5 times as UN-affordable now as they were back in ’95 when I started predicting the end.

Hey, a stopped clock is right twice a day, and as someone who has been making the same UN-fulfilled prediction for 19 years now…

But then again, for all it’s faults, the humble thermometer is at least reading / indicating something, but the alleged reading matey gets via SMS, well, that’s no longer a direct reading is it, it’s just electronic hearsay.

Boots on the ground yourself in Mosul / Donetsk / Gaza, that’s a direct reading, here is a photo of putin shooping down an airplane, no here is a photo of the alleged downed by putin airplane, but the number don’t match, who knows, it’s all just electronic hearsay, and electronic hearsay is only one byte away from electronic heresy.

If you do a literal translation of photo-grafia it comes out as painting with light, a beautiful and apt description, especially in this digital age.

Even with JUST using my Canon digital camera, and JUST using the RAW image processing features in ACDSee Pro 7, nota bene, this specifically *excludes* everything you know as “editing” or “retouching” or “airbrushing”, I can transform what the camera saw, which was itself an analog of the real scene, into something that looks quite quite different…. but hey, I personally was there, I personally took the photo and experienced that act, and I personally do the RAW editing and experience that act, and I attempt to make the whole process relevant to the experience I had initially with my eyes, thinking, that will make a nice pic…

I then put that photo on the internet, and all that is lost, you can only see the pixels you can see.

I use my work smartphone camera all day every day at work, I’ll take 20 or 30 snaps a day, once a week I’ll get a horribly blurry and out of focus one, and being digital, all these photos are taken with zero effort and zero cost, go on OKC, every single photo says uploaded with iphone or android OKC app, and yet, 50% of them are as blurred or out of focus or low quality as the one bad one a week I take, and yet, *this* is the photo that person chooses to upload.

Sure, I get the whole I don’t wanna upload pics of myself because I always look fucking ugly in every pic I take of myself scene, which is why when I have to upload a mugshot of myself for such purposes, I always use the same one, a pic I took maybe 3 years ago now, on a nice summer’s day on the farm, me in a shirt and tie, head and shoulders selfie from the side, in focus, well lit, well composed.

I don’t *like* it as a pic of myself, but then I don’t like any pics of myself, I got a lot of sympathy for the whole photo-steals-my-soul thing, but nevertheless it is  *fair* and *representative* pic of me…. frankly I think it is a thousand times better than the “just got out of 3 years in Belsen with severe jaundice” photo booth pics on my driving licence and suchlike, they could be anybody, except me..lol

But to use any of these photos, as many people do, as something to watch, to monitor their life and progress….. we’re back to the tropical fish guy.

Speaking personally, my daily ritual includes ZH, and a quick skim of the DM website, to see which millionaire just got convicted of historical sex crimes today (funny how nobody remembers historical sex crimes by people who don’t have a pot to piss in and can’t be sued) and to see which wimminz got a slap on the wrist for “having sex” with a minor when if it had been a man it would have been a sick paedo jailed for rape, and to watch the latest house price hype, buy now, while you still can, roll up, roll up… and I check the fucking sites, and I check goog video and news.

Speaking of which, google the “uniengine valley benchmark”, 350 mb free download, impressive…

But these checks and monitoring, I tire of them increasingly daily, it’s an echo chamber, not an AEWS, hell, even the birds fleeing from an earthquake are fleeing for some cue that already happened, it’s just they picked up on it, you didn’t.

I’ve talked elsewhere about the camera guy and the sound guy filming the lions (use the site search if you like) and that is the essence of it, not being tail end charlie when the pack is in pursuit on the hunt, but being realistic, none of these checks and monitoring helps.

In fact, quite the opposite, I’m so busy watching *these* remote thermometer readings, I’m not out there seeing all the others.

Now, an intermission.

I want to talk about libido, the sex drive.

I’m in my fifties, so obviously mine is far lower than it was when I was 16, I have also come to observe that genetically and hereditary wise, I appear to be following the norm for my line, mid fifties and my sex drive falls off a cliff, sure, my head still runs in certain ruts, but we are talking spontaneous throbbing hardons here, and I have no real reason to suspect it is all down to some as yet undiagnosed health or dietary or environmental issue, I think I’m just getting past it.

I used that last phrase deliberately, “getting past it”, because again, it is something we monitor, and the phrase is derogatory, something wrong with you old man.

Hey, plop a 16 year old virgin with a hot body in my bed and I will fuck that bitch senseless six times a night, no viagra, I just can’t be assed chasing after that bitch any more.

And why should I, I’m in my mid fifties, the reproductive urge *should* be tailing off, or it is going to take away from energies used to keep me alive and sane and safe and healthy in my last years on the planet.

If you’re in your thirties, this is an anathema, but then again, if you are in your thirties, you’re high on drugs, just because your own body is producing them doesn’t change that.

Testosterone, or whatever it is that is responsible for the male sex urge, is like fucking beer googles, exactly like beer goggles, even leaving aside the differential in sexual attractiveness of a given wimminz X, depending on whether you have fucked her in the past or not, I can verify my feeling when I look at skanks on the fucking sites or OKC today, with looking at pics and home porno video I took of ex’s…

I can tell you in all honesty, I can look today at naked pics I took in 2005 of skanks who were in their early twenties then, and slim, and it is like looking at a pic of a classic E-type, yeah, I can see the attraction in the lines and all that, I can see how others might like it and all that, but it doesn’t *move* ME the way it once did.

As a monitoring system, it’s interesting, the aquarium thermometer isn’t sending me an SMS saying “23.7 degrees Celsius” any more, it’s sending me an SMS that says “Meh…”

To be clear, two early 20’s students just walked past my window, skimpy summer dresses, wind blowing their hair, I’m alert to it, yeah, I’d fuck both of them in all their holes in a threesome in a fucking heartbeat, but… but only if it is handed to me on a plate, I am not making any effort… that particular aspect of the sex drug in me has worn off.

In some strange way, the monitoring of house prices waiting for the inevitable crash, (LRFH) or monitoring ZH or the baltic dry index or the situation in Donetsk / Gaza / Mosul, it’s all gone the same way, I can remember giving a shit, you know, but I am at the point where the effort of clicking the mouse to go look at a bookmark is greater than the reward I get from reading that page 0.09 seconds later when it loads.

Meh

Maybe that “meh” attitude is in itself a cue, one that I am missing, that I should be heading south for the winter, or away from the coming quake, or whatever.

Meanwhile around me in real life, for values of real life that include the consideration that one definition of modern civilisation is that stupidity and sloth is no longer punished with death, as a side function of my own advancing years, more and more of those people who I know, or knew, as individual human beings are dying, or suffering serious health issues, or are seeing their lives go to hell in a handcart.

And I am all Meh to that too.

So “Don” is dying, and I can remember his girls being born, and now they are skanks, hmm, possibly worth a fuck, I dunno, ain’t seen em in years, hell it’s warm and wet, but then again they are old enough to have daughter that must be coming up on puberty, LRFH… I don’t care any more.

And I have said that before too, people talk about love and hate being powerful things, like a drug user talking about acid and speed being powerful things, mind expanding man, hey, I’ve done em all, and since experienced shit that made acid and speed seem like a nice cup of tea, and the realisation that the implacability of Nature, as regards to you as an individual, is such a huge thing, comparing merely human emotions/drugs like love and hate to them is like comparing sitting in your room watching the rain to being out on the ocean on a small boat, seriously wondering not so much if you will live to see the dawn, as whether the next wave rushing out of the darkness (no, not like a freight train, nothing so puny and timid and weak) is going to do for you.

And that’s what Meh is, it’s the implacability of nature in human form, snake eyes, watching you watching the remote thermometer readings, wonder if I’ll have time to fuck your grand-daughter up the ass before the big one hits, or more likely, wondering if when actually presented with the opportunity, I just go Meh, I got other fish to fry.

Monitoring the lowering levels of “need to fuck some hawt skank” drug in my system, or rather the apparent effect of an apparent downturn in dosage, I don’t feel the need to go out and buy some and skin up and have to toke and get my levels back up to “normal”

I don’t “miss” that drug, the highs were great, but fuck me it was expensive in so many other ways…. story of my life man… lol

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No names and no pack drill.

Got at least one (three I can think of, lol) readers some of this may resonate with, hey, back in the day I used to drink too, fuck me I was good at it, handled it like a motherfucker, I did everything everyone else did, better than them too, worked drove fucked ran a business made money, I just did it while drinking like a Russian who just ate his own dog.

Hey, even at the time, I knew what I was doing, Dave would drink a litre of Smirnoff blue a day, and then go out drinking, me and Dave understood each other, it was a fucking anaesthetic.

The fucking anaesthetic was just as useless a drug as the fucking pain that led to it, just as useless as the need to fuck some hawt skank drug and all the rest.

Put it all side, let the pain work its natural course instead of going down that road that is not a million miles from the “erectile dysfunction, must take viagra” because you know, there is something *wrong* with you, no there isn’t, it’s supposed to hurt, it’s supposed to change you, it’s supposed to fuck you up, and ONLY IF YOU LET IT, while retaining your faculties, do you get through the other side.

The other side is Meh, it’s a vast tranquil sea, and us Meh types are bobbing around on it on our inflatable sun loungers just chilling, there is a monster tsunami coming, see me surf that fucker on my lilo motherfucker..  oh no, you won’t, ya”ll will already be dead, monitoring your fucking fish tank temperatures.

watch the whole video, it gets better and better as time passes

August 8, 2014

You couldn’t fucking make it up

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 4:49 pm

I try, really hard, to not write anything that personally identifies anyone, I don’t mean just leaving out names and addresses, I mean trying to write in such a way that even if the person who was the actual subject of what I was writing about read the post, they wouldn’t be absolutely sure it was them that was being talked about, assuming of course they did not know that I wrote the post itself.

Sometime, though, meh, what the fuck, you just can’t, because you’ll lose too much of what was the story, and this is one such time.

So, there is this skank, and I was banging it regular for a while, and her being a total slut, the sex itself was damn good, what was interesting was that the time in between fucking, she was easy enough to hang with too, the only fly in that ointment was the observation that if I had no problems at all with the bitch during the time we were together, and I don’t mean together as an item, I mean together as in physical proximity of a few metres or less, when we were apart, well, lets just say, if you were involved with it, your life would be a fucking nightmare filled with angst and anxiety.article-2439231-18671D2500000578-895_634x370

So anyway, in a bid to get better access to a good dirty fuck (she lived some distance away at that time) I suggested she considered moving a lot nearer to me, and by nearer I mean as in less than a mile or two away, not nearer as in cohabiting, which coinkydinkally, and quite truthfully, would have also represented a *significant* improvement in standard of living and lifestyle, both for her, and her kids, where she was was, and probably still is, is an employment sinkhole, here there are prospects, and even the roughest areas here are simply no comparison to “normal” there.

She was all keen, but bailed, there were various reasons given why, some of them may even be true.

Fast forwards a year, she is now living in a fucking tent on a camp-site, and has been for some time, and only going home to use the bath, washing machine and other facilities, why? Well it seems the new neighbours from hell, and daily visits from the po-lice and soshul werkers, and constant fights and shouting and screaming and shit, hell, I dunno the details, but you bet your ass there is alcohol and drug use in there too, all this has conspired to the point where she can’t face going “home”.. not that any of the homes there are owned, it’s a sinkhole estate, so they are all rented, heavy doses of single mums with the same stories about allegedly abusive ex’s and so on.

Hey, I guess loitering within tent is one step up from living in your fucking car, and don’t get me wrong, I have not only done both, there have been times I’d have prayed for a car to sleep in.

No, what I can’t get my head around, is that despite the whole thing being so fucking predictable, you live in a sinkhole ghetto and they *will* fucking drag you down, or burn you out, there are no other options, blend in and swirl down the U bend, or stay above it and get burned out, so despite all the inevitability, there she is, a fucking year later, and while a year ago you could have argued something along the lines of a bird in the hand being worth two in the bush, even if the bird in the hand was a house on a sinkhole estate, and the two in the bush was a possible better future elsewhere…

but a year later, you can’t, your bird in the hand died of avian flu, and the rotting corpse has become so noxious you’re now living in a fucking tent, hey, it’s August, that shit still flies, just.. you and the Ukrainians was just waiting for winter to set in hey…

you’d think, the skank would have been camped on my doorstep, living in her car parked in the local Tesco around the corner, hoping to convince me to perhaps dig up the interred corpse of the offer / suggestion I made last year, though of course her negotiating position, she ain’t exactly as “strong” as it was a year ago…

you’d think… but oh no…

I just thought it was so appropriate, hot on the heels of the creature type A and creature type B post made this morning, here is an elemental example of a type A, mould is set, die is cast, this leopard ain’t changing its spots this side of the grave.

It’s a remedial world..

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 10:38 am

You have ten steps in a process, to do the job as required you have to do step 1, then step 2, and so on, to step 10, job done.

If you miss step 10, it’s what was known as a fuck up, to be specific, your fuck up.

If Engineer grade 5 (where a higher number is better / more superior in the company) fucks up, and engineer grade 2 never fucks up, but engineer grade 5 is on the much higher salary and so on…. but the world has been ever thus, all you can do if you are grade 2 is nod your head at the reaffirmation that life, the bitch, she no fair.

Talking to another one of the boys last week, like me he comes from a background where people get injured or killed if you fuck up.. not trying to be all macho and mysterious and military here, anyone who operates rotating equipment for starters, with lots of others to follow, will do in this category.

The background is important, because you get a common attitude, when guy X doesn’t pull his weight, so you have to, or he is golden balls and you aren’t, or any of that whole gamut of things, you get what the man said to me last week about his latest guy X… “…that fucker’s card is marked…”

For values of whenever, no matter the circumstances, until the end of time, that means whenever that guy X pop’s up on your radar, you go to your mental card index and pull up his card, and on it you see the black mark, and at that point it’s fuck him, if there is any element of me having a choice, as opposed to me being told to do X during working hours, then fuck him.

The world, as I say, and as we all know, is not “fair”….

…nevertheless… it seems to be an innate feature of all mammals that I have seen and observed, and this includes humans, to be *aware* of the concept of fairness.

When I say aware, I mean in the sense that creature A knows it is enjoying an unfair advantage, that doesn’t mean it won’t take that advantage, fight to defend that advantage, and fuck everyone else… meanwhile creature B knows creature A is taking the piss, and there endeth co-operation with creature A.

And so we have segregation, creature A has his fucking mates, and fuck them all too, and creature B has his mates, yeah sure bro, run it by me one more time, that thing you need, I’ll have a think on the matter.

And the differences between the two groups are ever so subtle, so subtle, it’s an ethos thing.

Talking to a guy last week, he was getting paranoid, on the fucking sites, he was getting lots of openings, but no action, in his own words it felt like every time he’d start chatting, it was going great, and suddenly they go dark on him, like, you know, like some cunt out there is putting the bad word in at every turn… you know bro?

I smiled at him, it’s the ethos thing at work, that’s all, there is no spiteful ex fuckbuddy out there stalking you on the fucking sites and badmouthing you to everyone you talk to, even assuming they had a way of knowing who you are talking to, and that just leads to a whole other level of paranoia…

Fact is, it is as simple as the fact that they are all creature A’s, enjoying unfair advantage, and that’s not an issue that gets rectified by the school of hard knocks, lessons will not be learned, ever…. the mould is cast.

Creature A is by definition a paranoid mofo, that’s one thing you learn eventually, with experience….. when my oppo rings me and tells me that Fred’s fucking card is marked, fuck him, and the horse he rode in on… well, we creature B types are late to the card marking party, Fred, being a creature A type, marked our cards long before we got around to marking theirs.

Creature A types trade “favours”, in the broadest sense of the word favour, you keep quiet about my heavy drug use, I’ll keep quiet about you fucking under-age boys up the ass.

Creature A types see the world as a quid pro quo, (something for something)

Creature B types, we work more in intangibles, and by that I don’t mean I do you a favour and you owe me one, some intangible debt that I can call on in the future, that’s still quid pro quo.

By intangible I mean you can’t see the benefit to yourself, now or in the future, sitting down for a few hours and talking straight shit to a mate who starts a new business, no real way to see a benefit to me, maybe some vague shit about eventually if he succeeds in his business he may in 5 years time be able to give me a lift to the airport, because he can still afford a car in 5 years time….

Going out and scraping the ice and snow off the bit of pavement in front of your house is an intangible, it’s more effort than you need to do for yourself, and there is no real way to postulate any future benefit to yourself for making that extra effort.

Back in the last house, with the lying psycho skank ho ex, my house was the only one in the street that had the pavement in front scraped clean (of winter snow and ice)  in the am.

Hey, I’m a fucking engineer, what did you expect, I only fix shit that can be fixed if people pay me???

But, the world is remedial, this apparently profitless, eg apparently lossy, approach of us minority creature B types, well, it’s *too* fucking common to be just random seeds thrown out now and again in the off chance that evolution will allow them to flourish, we creature B types are in the minority, but it’s not a minuscule minority, so it’s way too prevalent for random seed, ergo at some level it is being selected for.

“Plan B” possibly, I don’t know and cannot know, this is all speculation and rumination, but you can’t betray creature A, they *expect* you to fuck them over, should you get that level of advantage, the way a drunk guy dressed in armani and dropping twenties everywhere like confetti can *expect* to get mugged.

Creature B just feels an unbearably deep and profound level of betrayal, how the fuck could you fuck me over like that??? and for what?? it’s not like you got ten million bucks for it… what the fuck… and after all I have done and tried to do for you…

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My own take, and it is 100% speculation, being a creature B who has spent long hours looking in the mirror, is that I can see one evolutionary advantage conferred to creature B over creature A, sufficient to cause nature to continue to produce a small but steady minority of creature B, a minority far too big to be a random seed.

On the *individual* level, creature A, once the mould is poured, never learns their lesson, sure, they say they will, they say all sorts, but it doesn’t stick or set, the die is cast.

On the *individual* level, creature B, you kick the shit out of that bastard, and he *can* learn, and adapt, and change, and that folks, is evolution…. it’s remedial, and a subset of a species that cannot change, cannot adapt, and therefore cannot tolerate an ebola like intrusion, there is no quid pro quo, you either beat it and live, changed forever, or it beats you and you die, there is no getting through it unchanged.

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