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July 20, 2014

Don’t post knackered ^H^H^H nekkid…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: DN — wimminz @ 11:31 am

I’ve done it before, but yesterday’s post, and the comment by DN setting it straight, is a classic example.

I read his comment and thought WTF is the guy on about, I know I2R, and then re-read what *I’d* written, and he was right… somehow, somewhere, I screwed up, and what’s worse is I screwed up in writing.

Sure, I have the ability to literally go back and edit history, but that’s cheating, and not what this blog has ever been about, in some ways I’m not sure what this blog *is* about, but as to how it is done.

I write something when I get the urge, and that means sitting here on the sofa, wireless keyboard on my knees, big screen 8 feet away.

Now, two finger poke and hope typing is not the best at the best of times, combine that with the apparent ability that I have to type the wrong word grammatically, but spelt perfectly, and this keyboard’s tendency to not type the letter “a” sometimes, and sometimes I just miss words, see the not in red above, missed it completely while typing….. plus, just typing the whole thing and hitting publish and *then* maybe reading it through for the first time, and sometimes hitting the edit button to fix the most glaring mistakes.

And then sometimes I sit there and read it, and find that while I have said a lot of things, the one thing I really wanted to mention when I started typing, nope, never got around to that.

Typing is fucking slow and annoying, it is so slow, compared to my thought processes, that the two just don’t sync up at all, but having said all that, typing is still the best option out there, I don’t have a secretary, and I have never found a voice to text system that did not do everything I complain about above myself, but at least those are *my* mistakes, not the software’s mistakes.

None of this is intended to make any excuses, it’s my blog and no-one else’s responsibility, and it is not that I am unable to compose off-line and thoroughly check for grammar and syntax and layout, as well as thoroughly checking content for factual accuracy and logical flow.

I just fucking can’t be assed, you know, that is what is called work, that thing you get paid for, and I’m still waiting for facerig, and I have to, if not actively enjoy, at least feel cathartic when I write here… if I lose that, then there is nothing left as far as this blog goes.

See, this blogging game, it’s not a conversation, it’s more like texting some bitch on whatsapp, you know she is always online, but she only replies to you maybe once a day if that, actually that’s a bad analogy because whatsapp is one to one private convo, whereas this is one to as many who want to read it public convo, but the principle is similar, if you’re actively seeking a relationship with the reader, it’s a lot of effort for fuck all return, so you’ll soon get tired of it.

I’m tempted to say, so, in my defence, fuckups like yesterday, they are just part of the rich tapestry of keeping it real dude, and there may be some truth in there *somewhere* but mainly it’s just an excuse.

You got to be a bit open source, and you got to be a bit no ego, so others can pipe up and say hey, you twat, you fucked that up, and you can go back and look at it and scratch your balls and wonder how you managed to screw up something simple enough you should be able to do it in your sleep.

I have walked away, temporarily, but in fucking disgust, from the motorcycle rebuild, for a few weeks now, see I screwed up there too, but I did it out in my workshop and nobody was there to see, how did I screw up, beats me, in retrospect it was bloody stupid, it’s not a shovel, Mr Yamaha spins a lot of his engines “backwards” so the front cylinder in a vee twin is #2, not #1, which explains why the bitch didn’t start with the new coils and CDI and cleaned carbs….

Yesterday, my main PC, the one I happen to be typing this on, the socket 2011 job, refused to boot, I even took the side cover off and pressed the power buttons on the Asus P9X79 pro mobo, no joy, walked away in disgust, fucking dead mobo? Have coffee, smoke, fire up thinkpad, wander back to front room, ooooohhhh, I have left the external SSD enclosure connected to the front USB3 port, and it is set to not boot that way… fucking dumbass.

Fucking alzheimers… lol.. spell check wants to correct that to altimeters, so that’s why I ignore underlined in red words too…

What’s missing here is of course methodology, I was talking to my shitcanned mate who is setting out on his own, he was telling me an early job was cloning a disk, he used Macrium Reflect, did he do right, I said yes, and no.

See, for WORK, for a paying customer, the methodology is there, Macrium is great, but after you take the image, you double your time invested, because the very next thing you do is VERIFY the image, only then, can you proceed further.

The methodology here, it’s frankly fucking non existent.

And yet, though I say so myself, and you all only have my word for this, this blog is quite popular, readership numbers wise, and I assume that despite all the typos and errors and fuckups and shite, part of the reason is that it is a very human stream of consciousness thing, and people do like that sort of shit, be it ever so prone to errors and shit, it at least feels real and natural.

You all know, unlike say ZH where there are many authors all calling themselves Tyler, that there is only one author here, you can tell just by reading this shit, only one guy wrote it.

The methodology is frankly speaking what is lacking in my day job, in every area except my own input and output… to be sure, my methodology at work is not all it could be or should be, but it is so far above and beyond what everyone else involved is doing… which is how I notice things…

I’m seeing direct evidence that chains of companies are swapping out functioning Cisco kit for “no newer or greater functionality” Draytek kit, not panic massive red alert shit, just orderly progressive 25 sites a week until all 500 nationwide have been changed over.

I’m just the jerk at the end of the line, nobody consults me on anything, so of course I have no clue as to why, or what their motivations are, but six months ago I was putting cisco kit *in*, for these same companies, and what has happened in the interim? Yeah, you are all way ahead of me, NSA and GCHQ.

Bad enough having the network backbones themselves tapped, but having back-doors into routers? Sure, the Chinese made Drayteks prolly have them too, but apparently these companies would rather be back-doored by the Chinese than by “our own” NSA and GCHQ, and that itself, if true, is an interesting thing.

The message in the last three paragraphs is interesting, sure, it may lose something by not being presented in a professional manner, considered, composed, tweaked off-line for some time before being published, but not much.

It would have lost more if all those steps had to be taken, because I can’t be assed, and it wouldn’t have been published.

In the previous article, DN is rejecting what I say, central individual control of your individual devices, it’s a bite too far for him.

Really?

it’s not like they don’t have control NOW, albeit with a broad brush, “pull the plug on Brisbane”, and it’s not like everything we are learning tells us that they have *far* more fine grained control than we ever imagined, already built in via network snooping or firmware backdoors…

Your kinect camera output, for example, is by definition accessible to the snoops, you didn’t know?

The only counter is to embrace it, and start taking lumps of it under your own wing.

I got two Drayteks here running my home network, and I am a single guy living alone.

I got the main one, it’s providing my wired gig-e network, and my home wi-fi main SSID, there is a separate vlan for the guest wifi SSID, great for NEW BUILD / vanilla computers and laptops for people, they just need windows update and google access etc.

Then there is a separate vlan to the second draytek, the first draytek provides transit only, and the second draytek is one locked down motherfucker, the start point is every port, protocol and address is disabled, and then a few specific ports and protocols and ip addresses are enabled, within limits, and it doesn’t matter what any machine connected to this vlan tries to do, it doesn’t have control.

My work laptop, the one I don’t have admin access to, the one I only ever use for work and nothing else, ever, not even joking, the one with the insulation tape over the inbuilt camera, because I don’t have root, that connects to this vlan, one tunnel, one destination ip address, my HQ, my HQ can vpn remote in to my laptop and for all the world it looks like the only machine on a very broken and very limited network, you can’t even ping 8.8.8.8 from it… no ping allowed for starters..

It’s just amazing just how much of “the internet” is broken, when you start enforcing basic rules.

Fire up Firefox, get the noscript and adblock plus plugins, set them to disallow *everything* that does not come from the same domain name and ip address as the server of the website that you are actually visiting.

Probably as much as 15% of websites will just give you a blank white page, nothing, noscripts alone in strict mode can account for this.

All those embedded adverts and trackers from other domains, just black spaces, but sometimes worse, because the original page is waiting for them to be loaded before they themselves deliver the rest of the content.

That’s the benign stuff, the malicious or dodgy stuff is where it’s not advertising that is embedded and you have to go off domain to get it, it is something to do with the core functionality of the website, eg to actually fucking buy something, or to login, or to send a message…

Think all this is paranoid? Not really.. my NAS boxen can’t talk to anything that isn’t physically on my LAN, not possible, locked down.

Not paranoid enough? I have a further computer that isn’t on *any* network, and can’t be made to be, USB stick sneakenet connection only, and that’s anal and scanned and only certain file types etc allowed.

I *know* the cunts monitor everything, that is my day job.

So my “objection” to DN’s objection is that you can’t prevent the cunts having local control, except by setting up local control systems that you yourself are (as much as possible) in control of.

And this long and rambling and error ridden pile of crap is what I call a blog, it eventually, usually anyway, sort of gets to the point, but then you knew that anyway… reading this blog, it’s like the old Confucian saying, it’s not the destination, but the journey… lol

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July 19, 2014

I2R

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: DC — wimminz @ 3:26 pm

I (current / amperes) squared, times resistance (ohms)

100 Amperes @ 100 Volts = 10,000 Watts

2 Amperes @ 5,000 Volts = 10,000 Watts

Wire of 5 Ohms resistance

100 x 100 = 10,000, 10,000 x 5 = 50,000, so you’ll get *nothing* out the other end, in fact, to get 10,000 Watts out the other end, you’ll have to put 10,000 + 50,000 = 60, 000 watts in one end, and you’ll get 84% transmission losses.

2 x 2 = 4, 4 x 5 = 20, so you’ll get 10,000 – 20 = 9,980 watts out the other end. You’ll lose less than a quarter of one percent to transmission losses.

In ZH today there is a story about how 9 substations being taken out would take the entire US grid down, I have mentioned here before that the number for the UK is 6 substations.

so… to transmit electrical power over long distances with minimal loss, high voltage beats high current every which way.

So… DC vs AC…

DC is *a* thing, Direct Current.

AC is NOT *a* thing, 50 Hz AC is one thing, 60 Hz AC is another thing, and 240 VAC is not the same as 240 VDC, nor is it the same as the RMS of 240, 240 / 1.4 = 170 VDC, nor is it the same as anything else, because AC gets you reactance and inductance and skin effects and a whole load of other fun stuff you don’t get with DC.

Part of AC is time, on a 60 Hz AC system the “rise time” from minimum voltage to maximum voltage is 1/2 second, rise time is “rate of change”

Almost everything, most especially everything that is a semiconductor, has a rate of change sensitivity, eg a voltage change of X over 1 second won’t damage it in the slightest, the exact same voltage change of X in 0.0001 second will fry it, dead.

So, you see, it is complex, the AC v DC argument isn’t as simple as frog up or frog down on a UK house / engineering brick.

Some of the things that make AC complex, such as reactance and inductance, also make it easier to deal with than DC, to change (from our opening example) between 100 and 5,000 volts with AC is trivially easy, just use a transformer, but to change between 100 and 5,000 volts with DC is complex, read, expensive.

But it’s not all roses, with DC, being DC, there is no “rise” time, so lots of other things are more robust, read, cheaper.

One of the big problems with DC is there is no “zero” point, as there is with AC, during which you can open or close a switch… 60 Hz AC has 60 “zero” points per second, when no current or power is flowing.

One of the big problems with AC is you can’t just connect two different systems, the “clocks” of their AC cycles have to be *exactly* synchronised, or vast amounts of power start flowing and things go bang.

3-phase works on this principle, each phase is 120 degrees or one third of a cycle, for 60 Hz this means one third of second, out of sync with the next, by bridging between phase 1 and phase 2, or phase 2 and phase 3 in a three phase conductor you can get 220 volts, by bridging between phase 1 and phase 3, you can get 440 volts, if it is 440 V 3 phase.

With 3 phase you don’t just have one clock running at 60Hz (or 50 Hz in Europe etc), you have three, all exactly 1/3rd of a phase out of sync with each other.

DC doesn’t have any of these issues.

Stepping down from a 300,ooo Volt AC line to a domestic 200 VAC supply is no big issue.

Stepping down from a 500,000 Volt DC line to a domestic 24 VDC supply is problematical.

In human terms, DC makes the muscles lock, I used to work on massive DC battery bank systems up to 110 VDC in boats, old school stuff, and it was about a million times as lethal as taking a piss on to a live domestic AC power socket.

You also have to remember that back in the days of Edison and Tesla and Westinghouse, there was no such thing as a semi-conductor, my dad had an ex US army inverter, a *fucking* heavy steel box about the size of a 2 gallon can, you put 12 VDC in and got approximately 200 VAC out, at approximately 50 Hz, inside the box was a DC motor directly coupled to an AC alternator, horribly inefficient, a purely mechanical power intermediate stage, DC power to mechanical motion, and mechanical motion to AC power, back in its day, an awesome piece of kit, because this was the *only* way you could do it.

This, in engineering terms, is the meaning of a legacy system, if you were going to build a national power grid today, you wouldn’t build what we have.

The problem with what we have, is that it is past its use by date, and trying to migrate it to a 21st century system is impractical in the F-35 all purpose but not very good at anything and spectacularly expensive to build and maintain sense.

As an aside, this also applies to our telephone / comms networks, our potable water networks, our sewerage networks, our rail networks, our gas (methane etc, not gasoline) networks, etc etc.

Building new networks is *spectacularly* expensive, Fed QE scale, but at least the money would have gone into the system, not the bankers pockets.

Building new networks means new suppliers and new components and new technologies, everyone working today is working with the old Victorian era shit, they aren’t going to re-tool and re-train on maybes, and in any event, they will want to own market shares, so there will be patent wars and “standards” that are just proprietary ways of locking other people out, rather than doing the job right.

The power grid is just one example, but it is a good one.

The *engineering* solution is to come up with an overall design and set of *engineering* standards that will last another hundred years, that means a fault resilient grid for starters, not one with master nodes that can cause cascade failures.

The *engineering* solution also means you just fucking ignore everything that isn’t a base load generator, eg able to work on demand 24/7/365, so with the exception of hydro all that other shit is out, in grid terms, sure, feed it into small local nodes if you want, but not the grid.

The *engineering* solution means you need a smart network, not a dumb one, at present if say London goes dark, you can’t just plug London back in, the sudden load is too great, and you have no way of turning off all those televisions and refrigerators and water heaters and so on that are just sat there, connected in the “on” position to a dark network, waiting for power…. You need to not just connect localities one at a time, but loads within localities, so not just “OK, bring Marylebone back online”, but “OK, Bring Marylebone street lighting, traffic signals, and hospitals back on line….. waits 360 seconds, OK, now bring on the Domestic lighting circuits”

The *engineering* solution means you don’t get to connect to this new grid, unless all your shit is smart, with a smart central controller, so when the power goes out it shuts off everything in the house, and when the power comes back on it waits until the network tells it that it can now energise up to 300 watts of purely resistive loads, so lights only, no inductive loads like fridge compressors, wait for the signal.

The *engineering* solution says you have a smart system, the smart thing to do is include a UPS, say 250 Ah of 48 VDC (about 8 truck batteries) which itself knows what loads to prioritise, so the 1 watt GU10 LED lights are top priority, the electric kettle and kitchen sockets bottom priority… the smart home system can talk to the smart fridge freezer to monitor how long it can go with the door shut and keep everything fresh….

… “internet of things” sounding familiar yet?

The *engineering* solution is that if we had a grid capable of it, electric cars or true hybrid (no mechanical drive-train) would make more sense, and electric trucks, and so on, and if your electric car is at home, and your home is the suburban home with your own driveway and off road parking, well, that just adds battery capacity to the home UPS, which could at a push on demand feed power into the grid….

Back in WW2 a british destroyer provided the mains electric for a whole indian city.

A true hybrid truck putting out 100 BHP from the generator side of things is 100 x 746 = 74 kW, a street of 100 houses all with true hybrid cars, 30 of whom are home at the time, all putting out 15 BHP from the generator side is 30 x 15 x 746 = 335 kW, third of a megawatt right there.

Not what you would want to be doing long term for efficiency or environmental reasons, but it would fucking *work* while the main grid supply was offline…. and it’s not like the smart systems wouldn’t be able to credit you for the energy used once the downtime was past.

Trouble is, human nature being what it is, nobody is going to build *any* of that stuff while the current grid is up and running.

Trouble is, if the current grid stops running, so does society.

It’s a problem, there is a hole in my bucket, dear Liza…

What we need, they say, is a war, a big one, that takes down the grid and a lot of other legacy shit too, lot of collateral damage and dead bodies in that though.

But, we are still talking about acts of MALICE (as in the ZH article) taking down what we have now.

If there is *anything* you should be taking away from the stuff I write about my day job it is that no acts of malice are required, simple nickel and dime-ing management practices are quite sufficient, all by themselves, to achieve EXACTLY the same effect, and unlike supposed acts of malice, management practices such as these are real and happening every, single, day….

A terrorist event, or an act of god event, they are *****IF***** events.

Management practices causing something to fall below stall speed, they are *****WHEN***** events.

It doesn’t matter one fuck if it is a $1 bullet, or $1 saved on a component or maintenance, they are just triggers, you’ll still be in the dark, and it won’t make the ***slightest*** fucking difference to you that it was $1 saved on a component and not some terr-rist with a $1 bullet that put you there.

Just to be totally fucking clear, terrists and other assorted assholes MIGHT cause it, it all depends, but current business and management practices WILL cause it, absolutely fucking certainly and without any doubt whatsoever gau-ron-fucking-teed.

Worrying about terrists is like worrying about developing the symptoms of lead poisoning after you take a bullet.

What you need to remember, sitting there in the dark, so you won’t be reading this or anything else, because it will all be gone, is this…

By fucking definition, the people and practices that put you there, are, by fucking definition, the least qualified or likely of all people and practices on the entire fucking planet, to fix it.

You’ll need people like me, and boy, our price is going to be fucking brutal, and the above people and practices in red, they’re the new Jews, and we’re the new Dr Mengele’s, and if anything that is understating the case.

It ain’t just a case of charging or demanding what we want, and expecting to be treated like the fabled 0.1% today…. oh no… unless the price is so high it breaks your body and soul and spirit, it isn’t high enough.

Payback’s a bitch, but then, so is physics.

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July 18, 2014

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: Dick and Harry, Tom — wimminz @ 11:50 pm

I have, very slowly and belatedly, come to realise yet another universal truth about wimminz, that also as it happens *fairly* strongly applies to niggerz, but for wimminz, it’s nigh on 99.999% of em.

Tom, Dick and Harry, they all meet girls over a period of time, all of whom fuck them over.

Tom’s girl was a redhead, so he swears off redheads for life, no matter what.

Dick’s girl was a waitress, so he swears of waitresses for life, no matter what.

Harry’s girl was a welsh girl, so he swears off welsh girls for life.

Time passes..

Tom’s working for a delivery company, there is one dispatcher he hears on the radio he really likes, she knows her job and is pleasant and nice and kind, then one day he goes into the office and sees her, she has red hair, Tom freaks out.

Dick ends up getting a lucrative contract for six weeks in Japan, so he goes there and realises he can’t read shit on anything in the supermarket, and the labels don’t help either, he spots a MacDonalds as the hunger pangs set in strong, he walks in and sees a waitress waiting to serve him, he freaks out.

Harry is rear ended at the lights, he is in and out of consciousness, he wakes up later in hospital, it’s clear he is injured but everything appears to be there and working, someone has obviously taken good care of him, the nurse walks in and smiles at him, he smiles back, she opens her mouth and speaks with a welsh accent, he freaks out.

You see, this is what wimminz do…..

Instead of using logic, and saying that the last guy who fucked me over worked in IT, but he fucked me over because he was an asshole, not because he worked in IT, so the thing to watch out for is that the next guy is not an asshole…

Oh no, you work in IT, so did my ex, he was a bastard, *****freakout*****, and so, every subsequent decision is at best sub-optimal, and quite often the very worst choice she could have made.

She dumps your ass and goes and hangs out will lowlife bob, who couldn’t find the “any” key, but hey, he doesn’t work in IT…. the fact he is a lowlife doesn’t enter the equation.

When the inevitable complications and consequences of being with a lowlife materialise some time later, well, at least he doesn’t work in IT, so, like, what else was she supposed to do???

So I am the only stable and decent and educated and resourceful man who has been anywhere near you, or your poor fucking kids, the one ray of sunlight to enter their lives, but that doesn’t matter, I work in IT…. so I’m discarded…

Meanwhile your neighbours are alleging childhood rape against one another, your kid’s friends girlfriends are alleging sexual abuse from their parents, your new lowlife boyfriend likes taking you to swingers clubs to get fucked by all and sundry because taking you makes him a couple and saves the 50 buck door fee, oh, and your ex, the one who was in IT, yeah you’ve got your kids being interviewed by shrinks and social services to build a case against him, buy hey, you’ll do anything to protect your kids, they come first, and me, well, I work in IT.

Frankly, bitch, if you were *anything* like the kind of walking disaster area you are now, and I was chained to you by marriage, I’d beat you too, allegedly, not because you’re a worthless skank ho of course, just because I work in IT.

It’s decision by classification, my piece of shit red ford kept breaking down because I’d never fix it properly and never maintained it and drove it like I stole it, till the day it died and really fucked my week up…. the solution, decide to never buy another red car, or decide to never buy another ford.

Go to the used car lot and the only decent car there is red ford, dismiss it out of hand, and buy the biggest piece of shit on the lot, repeat ad nauseam for the rest of your life…. refusing to ever even consider a red car or a ford.

There is a ham-beast that I am emptying my balls into currently, she *knows* I am so fucking far out of her league it ain’t true, so how does she react, she plays it coy.

I ask her if she is missing my cock, she plays it coy and says she ain’t admitting anything…lolol

I say fine if you ain’t admitting it y’all obviously don’t want it that bad, catch u on the flipside

she messages the next day, little bit of chit chat, you missing my cock bitch, she says yes.

Learned her lesson? Has she fuck, and if you even thought she did for a moment, you haven’t absorbed anything I have written so far.

How much I ask, she plays it coy and says she ain’t admitting anything…lolol

You see, the *obvious* fucking lesson here is don’t try to play it all coy with me, I got not time for that shit, I’m way outta your fucking league, and so nothing other than eager gratitude cut any shit with me.

She, at some point in her past, decided that what she was doing wrong with one single specific guy back in the mists of history when she was merely fugly and young was she didn’t play it coy, so she resolved to always play it coy from then on, irrespective of whether it was the right or wrong choice for each subsequent guy and indeed each scenario with each guy assuming there was a return match.

The guy who she didn’t play it coy with didn’t dump her because she was all eager and grateful, he just got bored fucking fugly and moved on.

The inverse of this is why wimminz are suckers for Apple, or any other marketing crap, once you hooked em, that’s it.

There aren’t *many* universal truths about wimminz for men looking to empty their balls, and those that there are are usually going to make you the guy who works in IT, not the lowlife whose ass she will stick her tongue in and moan with pleasure.

Most bitches nowadays have tats, I’ve yet to see a decent one, with any artistic merit or talent at all, much less an appropriate one, let even a hint of this seep out, and you will be the guy who works in IT.

Look *at* one tat, closely, with feigned interest, trace it ever so gently with the tip of your index finger, say “that’s interesting, I like that, why did you get it done?” and they’ll spread for you.

See, they have *all* at some point met some guy in the past who has said “WTF is that supposed to look like, nah, you’d have looked *much* better without that shit all over your skin” and decided that that guy worked in IT, remind them of him at your peril, if getting laid is anywhere in your plans, or not being someone she actively dislikes and distrusts is anywhere in your plans, and the latter is more common than the former, the HR skank will have a tat, there are 150 employees, they are downsizing to 100, don’t compliment the tat, say you like it and it is INTERESTING and ask why she had that particular tat done, and you won’t be one of the 50 guys kicked to the kerb, all of whom worked in IT.

The reason *this* guy can probably get laid easier than you is simple enough, the level of facial tats is still rare enough that she almost certainly hasn’t met anyone with that many before, so it is extremely unlikely that there is a pre-existing decision that he works in IT.

Nota bene.

I talk about women, and wimminz, and I say that it is solely by their ACTIONS that you can tell the two apart, it’s not because you were born with a cunt that I think you are a soul-less evil psycho skank ho, it is because you will make false rape and DV accusations to get a man evicted from his own house and excluded from his own children’s lives, while making his wallet yours.

Wimminz, nope, no matter what the man does or endures to try and be a good dad, despite the circumstances, he was born with a penis, therefore he works in IT.

Learning from your mistakes.

It’s what men do, it means that unless the guy’s trade is intricately linked to *how* he fucked you over, eg if he has worked in anything *but* IT, he could not have fucked you over, then you can’t make *any* connection between him fucking you over and him working in IT

If how he fucked you over was intricately linked to him working in IT, then learning from your mistakes will teach you that his trade only gave him the ability to fuck you over in that particular fashion, if he had had a different trade, then it could have been done a different way, but it was still his willingness to fuck you over that counted, that was the lesson to learn.

Blacklisting everyone who works in IT is explicitly NOT learning that lesson, and simply guarantees you will make the same mistake over, and over, and over.

All you can do then is expand the definition of “works in IT”

I have been compared to bastard ex’s that worked in IT, because I work in IT, and when I look at these individuals, I find, literally, that I know ten year olds with more IT knowledge who have designed better websites and so on, as someone who works in IT, he is not someone I would classify as someone who works in IT, even if he does claim to be a “web designer”

Of course, having been classified as someone who works in IT, if you do not resort to beating the bitch at every opportunity, then clearly you do not merely work in IT, you are a sneaky manipulative clever (in a nasty evil scheming way) bastard who works in IT.

So, you see, the problem here bitch is not that I work in IT, the problem is you never learned to make a real decision, or to revisit any decision you have made the next time the wheel comes around to a similar place, that’s why you keep fucking up the same way all the time.

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July 15, 2014

An honest review of RTCW The New Order

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 11:02 pm

OK, Wolfenstein….

It’s worth *maybe* US$ 4.99… maybe, if you can stick pressing E about a thousand times to skip past all the cutscene crap.

Total gameplay, maybe 4 to 6 hours, if that.

Gameplay itself, well, frankly, every level is the same, it is *exactly* as disappointing as Duke Nukem was.

If you let the list of credits play, you’d think the cunts had made a LOTR trilogy, there are entire countries with less people than feature on the credits of this monumental pile of crap.

This game is maybe, just maybe, 10% as good as Far Cry 3

And this was a motherfucking 40 fucking gig download on stream?

For what?

BTW, the graphics are crap, not as good as Crysis1, ditto the textures.

Soldier of Fortune all those years ago had far far better rag doll, and TBH, just as good gameplay… stop screaming… it was 14 years ago

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The amazing cosmic awareness of AfOR

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: ISP, Radius server — wimminz @ 10:43 am

There are days when I really do wish I could turn my life into a 24/7 unedited live video stream, not because I seek my 15 nanoseconds of fame, or because my life is just so fucking awesome and interesting, quite the opposite….

More of a fly on the wall documentary on the fall of Rome, as seen by Biggus Dickus, hypocaust and sewer worker.

But business and commercial and practical realities mean it cannot be so.

So, hyperbolically, because we all like a bit of hyperbole… fnaaar fnaaar

The day starts with a router swap, the old one is dead, except, when I get there, it isn’t, it’s not working because someone at the ISP made a Radius server edit, and to fix it all they need to do is put the correct CHAP user name into Radius.

You’d think they have this data in their customer files, but no, so the fall back position would be to log in to the router, oops… and get it that way, but even when I tell them the CHAP user name and they sort their Radius server, they still can’t log in to the router, probably because the vty sections of the config is all screwed up, yes, they managed at some point 12 months ago (the customer tells me) to lock themselves out of their own router.

When pondering how this can happen and being passed between various dweebs at the ISP, none of whom appears to know more than one single command or task each themselves, so it takes teamwork Sam, I see how it happened, the guys at the ISP are using the Cisco telnet session to chat to each other, what the fuck could possibly go wrong….

You start to worry when one of those dweebs asks me if I know what the command line “length 0” means in the vty bit of the config….. (term len 0) I just tell him “Don’t ask me bud, I’m just the bloody field tech….” while making cock-sucking motions with my hand and mouth.

So, two and a half hours later we have eventually replaced one perfectly good router with another perfectly good router, and given the ISP the chap username for their Radius server, and sorted remote access to the box for the ISP, this qualifies as a successful job…. rock on Tommy.

Next I’m informed there is an urgent job an hour away down south from me, no sweat, but, the part, well it’s five hours away from me up north, so some dweeb has been given a part that costs maybe £230 new and sent on a 5 hour drive to me.

Then, they work out that the site is due to close in about 6 hours…

There ensue 4 separate telephone conversations with the brain dead fucks in head office, explaining to them that a package a 5 hour drive away from me isn’t going to get to site any quicker if I drive one or two hours north to meet the dweeb driving south half way, on the contrary, due to the vagaries of motorway systems, junctions, and no crossovers between north and south bound service areas, all we are going to do is fuck things up and delay matters.

Besides, I tell them, three fucking times, me and the dweeb in question have already spoken on the phone, it’s sorted, he has the GPS co-ordinates of the ideal place to meet me and do the handover.

Two more phone calls from the brain dead fucks in head office.

No response to the emails from me to them asking for more info, as it stands I have a site address, a closing time, and I’m getting a box with a new router…. you know, things like site data, contact numbers (particularly out of hours) and configuration data might be a fucking idea….

….crickets….

So, I eventually get to site, literally ten minutes before it is about to shut, thinking fuck it, I’m here, the dreaded 4 hours SLA is only just out, with any luck I can convince the store to accept the package before we all fuck off home for the night, 4 hours overtime for me, cool.

The best laid plans… the brain dead fucks of earlier also happened to tell me we were under the hammer, 4 hour SLA with penalties, the store manager, despite it being 10 minutes before closing, can’t decide whether to shake my hand or just drop and give me a blow job, you see, the site has been hard down for three full days now….

Ah.

So I spend the next two and a half hours on site trying to get all the data that I need to configure the new router, I eventually get half of it, in a “just send the cunt a 9 meg attachment with all the documents from the proj, including all 350 client sites, and let him work it out” which would be good, or good enough, if the bundle sent to me was complete, and updated, and contained all the info I needed.

Every 20/25 minutes I’m calling out of hours support, who keep telling me they have called 3rd line support, and they are gonna get back to me asap, two hours in, for reasons that shall become apparent later, I call them back and tell them I’m bailing in 15 minutes, whether the required info is supplied to me or not (as I type this, still no contact…lol) at which time out of hours support admit that when they said they had spoken several times to 3rd line support who were gonna get back to me, what they actually meant was they had left voice-mail messages for 3rd line, who weren’t answering the phone.

Well, that was a waste of time, but hey, just think of the overtime.

My overtime clock is now sat at 5 hours and we all decide to call it quits.

I drive 10 minutes to the frankly ham-beast skank slut I texted while waiting for 3rd line to call me back, yeah, she’ll lock the kids in their rooms if I wanna pop over for a quick coffee and empty my balls into her.

I’m in and out that door in 30 minutes including the leisurely smoke and coffee, her kids are hearing strange men’s voices but she tells em none of their fucking business, go to bed, we go upstairs, we strip, she kneels on the bed, I fuck the slob doggy style, she sucks my cock clean, I dress and leave….

Just time to catch the Thai takeaway before it closes, that’s another 15 bucks on the expense account for this job, chow down on some nice grub, slug an alcohol free beer ( I know, but I’m driving, and don’t want a coke etc) and head home.

I arrive home just after midnight having accrued 7 hours overtime on this job, at time and a half, and having achieved sweet fuck all for the customer…. but hey, I got a free thai dinner and got paid to empty my balls… and Nero could only fiddle while Rome burned.

Still heard -crickets- from my own HQ or the ISP 3rd line support about the job itself.

The site itself is of course still clearly hard down, day four of same…

No doubt someone is going to have to go back to site and sort it.

The site itself, one of those mall retail park places, and everything hangs off a single fucking DSL line, no backup, and the computers struggle to run XP, hell, they would have struggled when they and XP were all new.

The staff, think people of wal-mart, you won’t be far wrong.

Meanwhile everything on site is 5 days out of sync, by everything I mean stock control, inventory, sales, cash, staff hours and rotas, POS specials and updates, the works, and it’s a prace bets now on just how many days out of sync such a creaky and weedy system can function before it goes tits up for good.

Waiting for the crash?

We’re living through it.

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July 13, 2014

I’m not haaapppyyy

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:08 pm

About 20/25 minutes ago, I put a freshly hand rolled cigarette in my mouth, it sat there for a minute before I got around to lighting it, as I was doing the morning coffee and check teh intertubez ritual.

So I lit it, took a drag, and grabbed it between 1st and 2nd fingers of my right hand to remove it, in the interim, the paper had become stuck to my lip, a known thing with roll-ups, so when I completed the hand motion to remove the smoke from my mouth, what happened was my fingers slid down the smoke, popping the burning end off, which proceeded to fall onto my chest / stomach and around the side to the crease between my ass and the cushion, burning hair all the way.

Unlike basically everything I read on teh intertubez, or anywhere else, I know that this event was real, I saw it, I felt it, I smelt it, all with mine own senses…. the problem is, I do not believe anything I read, or hear, or see, or am told, via any form of medium that does not involve my own personal direct experience.

This is a learned behaviour, the moral of the buy who cried wolf, the one time he finally told the truth, nobody believed him.

I had an interesting conversation a summer or two ago with a yank, this was one of these who was absolutely convinced that the moon landings were faked, and a drunken herdsman leaned over and said Obama was faked too, all special effects ya know, my son’s got an xbox, amazing the shit you can see on that, and the yank went nuts, I voted for hope and change and all that shit, but it occurred to me then, there was just as much empirical evidence, as far as that individual yank was concerned, that the moon landings were real, as there was that Obumma was real, after all, this guy had seen neither, hadn’t even seen the white house, or washington, how did he know they existed?

I’m now down to a dozen links that I will check daily, and mainly, they bore me shitless too, they are mainly canaries in a coal mine, like ZH, just check they are still alive, yup, OK, it hasn’t hit yet.

Despite having a 60 mbit connection, I’m almost never downloading any new audio-visual programming, I think two films so far this year, godzilla and transformers, and both were unalloyed shit…. I’d almost rather restart Skyrim from scratch, but having already played it through, ennui sets in there too, but that is partly down to me, Skyrim is pointless without ranged weapons, and there are only two, bows and crossbows, and at level 82 either one in sneak mode can kill just about anything with one shot, why would I bother with hand to hand shit.

You see, hot on the heels of not believing anything I see and read any more, comes that far more tragic thing, I don’t give a flying shit about anything, just myself.

Women are getting like it too, compare their profile or public persona to a mega budget hollywood film trailer, no matter how great and interesting and new and wonderful they attempt to make the trailer seem, I am all meh, seen it all before, and frankly having seen the trailer I have already seen all the best bits.

Nowhere do I see any evidence whatsoever of the only remaining things that would interest me, unlimited 24/7 obedience and loyalty, even if the body is really hot, I know that jpeg is the best of it, and from there on in as every detail is added it will just suck even more.

I don’t think my sex drive is fading due to some sort of ageing process, where it is no longer as vital and urgent as it was, though admittedly there has clearly been some fade since my teenage days when I could not get through the day without having several wanks, I think it is more the boredom of working in a sweet shop where you can eat all you want for free, after a time none of it interests me.

Oh look, another whole new episode of walking dead, or friends, or baywatch, or top gear… meh…

It’s like the house full of people going through their daily crises, omg, sheena has unfreinded me on fuckbook, omg, the new girl at work is such a bitch, omg, have you seen how much diesel costs, omg, why can’t I get a decent boyfriend, omg, 2.55 for a fucking latte!

Meanwhile on the back porch there is a dog, just lying there, dozing on and off, opens his eyes now and again to glance at the rabbit on the lawn, meh, fuck it, closes his eyes again.

That dog is me.

I don’t care, it’s hard to describe the vastness of the universe of things that I don’t care about, last week there was a story about some indian couple who handed over their 9 year old daughter as collateral for a loan.

I’m all, meh, non story if it had been a boy, meh, if the collateral is chained up all day it can’t do chores, meh, how much is one 9 year old mini skank worth anyway, meh, maybe the parents were all YES we got rid of that bitch without having to worry about a dowry, for the win…

Not because it was some brown skinned kid half a continent away either, could be next door, hell, Fritzl or the Ayatollah Over-laden could live next door planing their latest depravities, I don’t care.

Just this morning I saw a wimminz putting her kids in the kiddy seat of a small compact car, front wheel drive, with a nearly flat offside rear tyre (a remarkably unstable and dangerous configuration as soon as you pass a certain speed, or hit rain, or anything else…), and I thought about warning her, and I thought, meh, I don’t care, so instead I stopped and watched, just to see if she would notice, or check her vehicle, or anything but get off the phone… she didn’t.. meh, I don’t care.

20 years ago I’d get shit from a wimminz because I did not notice, eg care, that she had a new hairstyle…. I’m talking a particular wimminz now, not even one I was or have ever fucked either, now, she is dying of cancer, and guess what bitch, I don’t care.

But wait, in manoshpere terms, it gets worse, much worse.

What about the innocent male children of single skank ho mommies who never bothered to ensure that their father was in their lives, again, I can think of a specific example here, rather than merely talking in generalities.

That kids needs a mentor, a role model, a man who he can talk to, who can advise him, and he really does need it, he is heading for a world of hurt, what else is there for a boy raised exclusively by skank ho mommy.

I don’t care, fuck him, it’s already far too fucking late for the boy.

Hell, I’m not allowed to care for and look out for my own flesh and blood, why should I give a flying fuck about the other 1.9 billion kids out there… and I mean that most sincerely, whether it working in a sweat shot or being chained to a wall as collateral for a loan or being fucked for money, I don’t care.

I don’t care is great for states and governments embarking on totalitarian regimes, which, frankly speaking, they all are now, they are all moving that way, not towards greater freedoms and liberties.

I don’t care isn’t going to pick up a gun or an ammonia bomb and say this far and no further and fuck you all.

I don’t care isn’t going to bob off to join the rebels somewhere else and cut off our oil.

I don’t care isn’t going to be hanging bankers and lawyers from lamp-posts.

But, it ain’t all roses.

A quite I have quoted before “We didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen”

See, ultimately, all these plans and maneouvers and such like, Ukraine of wherever, they are all played by people who think they have their hand on the pause button, we can always stop it before it gets *too* bad.

People who think the ultimate in evil are the hired mercs who will commit any atrocity for money, bomb the civilians, whatever, no worries man, just show me the fucking money man, and my ticket outta here when we done.

Babes in the woods.

I don’t care will just sit there and watch you bleed out screaming, will watch the damn collapse, will watch the hospital burn, will watch the innocent shoved into gas chambers, will watch the guilty swing from lamp-posts, will watch the desperate trade a 9 year old for collateral, will watch the babies sold for food, will watch it all, all things that we could intervene in and stop, or mitigate, all fires that we could fight, but we won’t.

We don’t care.

I don’t care.

Like the young man of whom I spoke up there, or the wimminz, or the others, it’s not that they can not make it worth our while to be motivated, it is that they won’t, until it is too late, until the only thing that will save them is a time machine so they can do over the bit where they had the opportunity to motivate me, but there ain’t no time masheen.. (sic)

I know they won’t, so what is the point me making any effort at all?

Conscience? So I can say at least I tried to warn them while there was still time?

No. I don’t care.

No, it’s not a wimminz I’m not haappyy…. so MAKE me happy you bastards.

It’s I don’t care.

And if I don’t care if you live or die or how miserable your life is or how much agony and pain you scream out as you go into that long night, you really think I am going to care what you think of me?

I don’t care.

You are all already dead to me, this, this is just ghosts, that rabbit out on the lawn, that’s a trick too… I’m just gonna close my other eye and lie here and relax…

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July 12, 2014

Panopticon cataracts

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: 3rd world, 3rd world country, third world countries — wimminz @ 3:16 pm

Perceptions are a motherfucking funny thing.

I see it all the time, people from self declared first world countries not liking the look of how things are headed where they are, and looking for another country to bug out to.

So sooner or later they draw up a shortlist of third world countries, and then maybe even visit them to do some research, to work out what they are gonna do when they export their own 1st world ass to said 3rd world sanctuary / shithole / bum-fuck-nowhere.

In my own experience, you have to spend minimum 6 to 12 months in a host country, and mingling with the everyday folk every day at that, to get a feel for it, something I have done on more than one occasion.

The arrogance and hubris of the people I describe above can only become apparent to you once you have done this, until you experience it first hand, it is like someone who has regained consciousness half way through an operation, the anaesthesia ain’t working so good but the immobilisers and muscle relaxants are, describing it to you.

It’s just words, unless you have first hand experience.

First hand experience, it’s allowed me to see, time, after time, after time, after time, after time, always the same thing, the person from the 1st world arriving in the 3rd world, with the illusion that that 1st world aura is just something they can bring with them, so that they retain their 1st world aura in a 3rd world country.

What happens in reality of course is when you leave a 1st world country and move to a 3rd world country, you start to transmute to 3rd world status yourself, and the speed of the process is affected somewhat by how much gold you brought with you and still have…. somewhat…

I had a head start on this knowledge, growing up as I did in the colonial days, “Going Native” it was called then, an inexorable process that you could only counter by being brutal, and building a rigidly enforced 1st world enclave in amongst the 3rd world, of integration, there was none.

In short, what makes a person 1st world or 3rd world (or 2nd or 4th or middle earth or anything else you like) is not the person, not at all, but where they live.

When the 1st world person moves to the 3rd world, they become a 3rd world person, the sole exception being if they live in a separate 1st world community and do not integrate with the natives at all.

The more 1st world you want to make that community, the more like a prison it becomes, you have to have 1st world guys on the gates, mowing the lawns, etc, if you go native for the workforce and security, it’s less like a prison, it’s also a lot less stable.

So for example in the 1960’s communist emergency in Malaysia, you faced some choices, no white man could be a driver, because that diluted the image of the rest, on the other hand, you had no way of knowing if any of the locals, indigenous Malays or Chinese or Siamese or Korean or whatever, were communists, but you could hire a Sikh, both his religion and race assured you he wasn’t a communist, and it kept the demarcation of the white man separate from menial jobs like driving.

But, you don’t have to ship a Yank to Borneo to see this trait, you can ship an Englishman to Spain and see the exact same things at play, take em out of the country they were in and put them in another where they think they are better or different to the locals, sit back, and watch them fuck up big time.

The difference between 1st world and 3rd world isn’t that in one you can choose between three suppliers of 50 mbit internet to your home, and the other you’re happy to get a 10 amp mains supply that works 6 days a week.

The difference isn’t the people either, as we have already discussed.

The difference isn’t even how little effort it takes in the 1st world to live like a king of old, and how much effort it takes in the 1st world to claw your way up the next step of the ladder.

The difference is in the 1st world you are deluded about just how much of your lifestyle and status is down to your own efforts, and in the 3rd world you are so busy staying one step ahead of next week you don’t got any time for delusions.

This is going to be one of those random disjointed shit posts, so I’m going to leave the whole 1st/3rd world thing for a moment.

A thing I have observed about wimminz that I have been fucking regularly for some time in the past, then it tails off, then one day out of the blue they are back, and you have one or two nights of passion and kinky sex, in which they tell you that you are and always were the one, they are so glad to have found you again, then they go back home and the “reality” of their home life intrudes and…. crickets.

Of course there is always a common factor, the common factor is these wimminz are all skank ho single moms, with at least one kid who is basically 15 or older still at home, and one way or another the kid rules the roost.

It’s not that mommy doesn’t want to see you again, it is instead, as one such mommy said to me in person a few days ago, that they are trying to please everyone, they want to please themselves and you by being with you and doing kinky sex, and they want to please said kid, who either doesn’t want to be home alone or doesn’t want to be babysitter or doesn’t want you in *their* home or just plain doesn’t like you.

No matter what they do, they end up with someone feeling angry at them, and the one with the closest and most current proximity is the one they will try to make not angry with them.

Fuck, life is so goddamed complicated….why can’t anything ever go right or easy for me…..

Bed. Made. Lie.

Doesn’t go down well.

Nor does one of my other staples, OK, your womb turd has a fucking problem with me, no worries, now I have a problem with them, I’m not ever going to see, speak to or be in the same building as them again, deal with it.

It’s a 3rd world problem and I am a 1st world man, and if I get that closely involved with you and go and live with you…. I won’t be solving all your problems and dragging you lot into the 1st world, I’ll be going to live in a 3rd world country, with no demarcation, going native, next thing you know, I’m 3rd world.

It wasn’t that long ago I literally woke up one day and found myself the centre of an FRA, everything changes, you lose your work, your home, your freedoms your etc etc etc, that’s fucking 3rd world right there, compared to what I got now.

Be it ever so humble, my own place in which I do exactly what I feel like, or in which I do sweet fuck all if that is what I feel like, today, a non working day, is mostly sweet fuck all.

Sure, there is a ton of stuff I could be doing, and probably should be doing, but as I sit here typing this, not dressed yet, the washing machine is finishing the spin cycle, whack that load in the dryer, more coffee, another smoke, burn some joss… that’s probably enough effort.

You think life would be so chilled with little miss my kids don’t like y’all that much dude?… Fuck no, I’d be spending my day doing all kinds of shit for other people, and nobody would be doing shit for me… the ton of stuff I could and should be doing still wouldn’t be done, but not by choice or laziness, just because all my time was gone.

You wanna talk about first world troubles? Here’s a biggun.

See me here, living and chilling and mainly doing sweet fuck all in AfOR’s bat-cave, gives me a lot of time to chill, and to ponder, and to think.

Little miss why can’t I please everyone and get some extra cock too meanwhile is running around like the proverbial blue assed fly, they are always “busy”, and even when they think of you, it is for fleeting moments only, in between crises, little johnny has been feeding the kittens laxatives laced with LSD again, so it may well be 24 hours in between the times when she finds or makes enough time to actually sit down and send you a text or give you a ring…. at 11 pm

Meanwhile that same day, while idly scratching your balls and scoping ZH over the morning coffee, you have already given her, or rather, the concept of her, an hour’s semi continuous sub-conscious thought… come to the conclusion that, horrendous waste of human life it may be, but she will have it no other way, so the only way to deal with her is file her under as / if / when she makes herself and herself alone available for me to empty my balls into, and nothing else, well, I’ll consider it.. next topic..

In a computational arms race, how much time she spends thinking about a man in her life, and how much time you spend thinking about a wimminz in yours, the comparisons approach plaintext vs computationally intensive crypto cracking…. it will take her years to do as much thinking on the subject of you, as you have already done in one hour in one morning, thinking about her.

To AfOR, the world of her is in plaintext, to her, the world of AfOR is some sort of chaotic encrypted volume, maybe.

Hey, you want me to really fuck with your minds, here is what an average man can come up with, just by sitting down and thinking and scratching his balls, God particles and Higgs Bosons and quark strangeness and charm and string theory, only reason it looks like chaos man is because that’s what good crypto looks like, all you need is the master key, then it all becomes plaintext simple, 2 + 2 = 4.

What’s the radius of a black hole / singularity man… LRFH.

….so lets take a quick break and chuck another record on the spindle…

People can just about manage their own lives, just about, as discussed in the last few articles.

Put them or let then take charge of other people’s lives, total fuck up… size of the fuck-up proportional to the number of other people’s lives they have influence over.

Dig.

So let’s come down to personal competencies.

In 99.9% of cases, these so called “experts” are no different to you.

There is no difference between a fucking medical doctor or accountant or banker or lawyer and the guy who has memorised a bunch of sports statistics…. none.

Why do you think surgeons get called Mr and not Dr, to separate themselves from the mere doctors, who just learned shit, surgeons learned how to do shit, a trade, a skill, a physical ability. grippo

See, this pic here, depending on the trade some will call this a fire socket, some will call it a 24/7 socket, some will just call it a red un-switched (no on off switch) socket.

They are used for equipment in the UK that is not ever supposed to be either unplugged or turned off, stuff that is supposed to stay up 24/7, like fire alarms, routers, emergency lighting charging circuits, etc etc etc… and they should have fire-resistant electrical cable feeding them too, in a steel conduit. Never do of course.

“Normal” mains sockets are white, and usually but not always have a on/off switch too…

In theory in my job everything should be in a rack with a powerbar or two providing all the sockets you need.. the reality is you may or may not get a rack, and you will have white sockets and often also 4 way extension leads all piled up, loads of plugs, and only way to find what goes to what is by tracing cables in the orgy of snakes… cleaners come it at night, grab nearest white socket, unplug whatever is there, plug in vacuum cleaner, away you go…

So I regularly have project managers asking me to inform them when a site doesn’t have any 24/7 sockets spare, and of course I do so, not just none spare, none, period.

So the cunts get back to me, asking me to ask the site and supplier and tooth fairy and anyone else for help in finding or identifying the sockets.

Fuck. You. All.

The only problem here is YOU cunts giving me these orders don’t know what a fucking fire socket looks like.

You don’t know what a fucking 3rd world country looks like either.

Let’s change the record again.

Some of the more perceptive people in my life have called me the mirror man, I treat you exactly the way you treat me, not the way you *think* you are treating me, the way you *actually* treat me.

It’s one of the reasons I have always been able to segue between worlds, while, it must be admitted, not really fitting in to any of them, exactly.

It doesn’t matter where on the planet I have been, the working man with a trade or a skill, and by that I mean everything from the fisherman to the boatbuilder etc etc, has always been someone that it was easy to strike up a rapport with.

The so called professional walking baseball encyclopaedia, not so much.

The so called professional below that who doesn’t know his own asshole from a fire socket, so just assumes that since I am on less money than him I don’t know either…. even less.

So when the fucking project manager assumes I am a clueless twat who doesn’t know what a fire socket looks like, I return the favour, and assume they are a clueless twat, even at their chosen speciality subject and job.

So when the skank ho’s womb turd decides that they don’t like me in their house, I return the favour, and decide that I don’t like them or being around them either, and skank ho mummy can go pull the bones outta that one and try and make it work.

When the 1st worlder who is thinking of bugging out to the 3rd world dismisses me as not understanding his own unique situation and prospects, I return the favour and assume he doesn’t either.

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This is the problem with the panopticon, it’s riddled with cataracts.

It really, really, really is like the old joke about Hitler offering Jesus an Iron Cross if Jesus will let him in heaven, Jesus couldn’t handle / carry a fucking wooden cross, much less an iron one.

Present these cunts with the NSA Panopticon, digitally imported everything, and in reality the cunts are even more lost and out of touch than when all they had to contend with was a room full of filing cabinets and card indexes.

Do you doubt me? Really?

Then I have a challenge for you, find me three meaningful (eg not 90 second clips) videos from the mid 1970’s ideally in the UK describing the following three related subjects.

1/ the three day week

2/ the rolling (mains electrical power) blackouts

3/ the collapse of banks and other financial institutions

I lived through it, so I know it all happened, and I don’t mean in the sense that was a bad storm that took a week to clear up, I mean in the sense it lasted for a few fucking years overall, and for six months it is just about literally all that WAS on the TV news.

Start with google video search… good luck with that… “BBC TV news 1974” will get you a whole page of results on kitten kong, a fucking Goodies comedy sketch.

It’s remarkable, that the only records that survive the fall of Pompeii 2,000 years ago are a few naff music videos featuring Jimmy Saville and a couple of fly on the wall documentaries about the drunks living down Macellum Street.

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July 11, 2014

Someone set us up the bong.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: sovereign individual, vertical integration — wimminz @ 9:57 am

Last post and the one before sort of establish a baseline.

That any one random sovereign individual dealing with any other random sovereign individual on a one to one basis may well cover an entire range of possibilities from absolutely equal to significant equality and advantage bestowed to one of the two over the other.

It may not be ideal, and it may suck donkey balls if you find yourself on the unequal end of such dealings with someone else who holds all the cards, nevertheless, it is by far the fairest deal on the planet.

If it is one sovereign individual on one side, having to deal with another sovereign individual, and that second sovereign individual is themselves accompanied by a large and associated collective of aligned sovereign individuals, then you are back to the situation I was describing yesterday.

A situation where the ONLY POSSIBLE forms of interaction are those that will exert control and influence over the first, lone, sovereign individual…. it is literally a one way street, the lone individual is always utterly powerless.

Sure, they can, in extremis, simply attack the second individual, who turned up to the party mob handed with the collective at their back, but most times, the collective is already expecting that, so the lone individual has even more of their sovereignty removed at the point of initial contact.

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Fundamentally, the commonest “one plus one” building block of human relations and society was of course boy meets girl, they get married, start making babies.

Fundamentally, once it becomes boy meets girl + state, eg the state is suddenly involved in them co-habiting, any arrangements they make such as marriage etc, then as we see from the above, the inescapable conclusion is that the only possible forms that such things can take are all going to be universally negative for whoever finds themselves the lone solitary sovereign individual in such deals.

It is not a zero sum game, it is a zero game.

The larger the population of the collective on one side of the equation, the greater the disparity in power, and the bigger the loser the solitary sovereign individual becomes.

With the vertical integration of society, this means these collectives are vast, and the gulfs between them are now non-existent.

My first school was run by two women, it was a two room school, that was the entire staff, that’s how things were in small villages, parents paid for the kids to attend, the two women registered as a school, but it was like registering a dog and getting a licence, and there was no health and safety or anything else… it was a business, pure and simple.

Of course, by then, though I did not know it at the tender age of seven, I was about to get screwed for the first time by the collective and its inherent inequality.

You see, up until the age of seven, I’d been “home schooled” pretty much, which meant two hours at the kitchen / dining table in the morning after dad had gone to work and my own chores were done.

It’s efficient, mano a mano teaching, in two to three years of pretty relaxed one or two hour lessons five days a week, so 5 to 10 hours a week, that’s all, I go to a “proper” school at 7 and share a class with 20 or so other kids, and I learn nothing new, I’d already learnt all this, and the same the next year, and the same the next year, and by the time I am 10 and in my final year of primary education, I am finally starting to learn the odd new thing. Mainly I have spent three years being bored, fucking around, and finding trouble to get in to.

And this was a small two room village school where the vertical integration of the collective pretty much stopped there.

Nevertheless, thanks to increasing vertical integration, the entire apparatus of the entire collective, millions to one, is focused on every single primary school, health and safety, diversity and equality, dedicated non teaching staff to oversee the teaching staff, curriculum planners and so on, and compared to the BEST of modern primary schools, that little two room school I went to was a centre of excellence, because not one single pupil got to ten years old without knowing the entire times table up to twelve by heart, and by heart I mean 100% perfect every time, not one single pupil could not read and write and spell at least 5,000 basic vocab words both perfectly and legibly, and not one single pupil didn’t have at least a passing acquaintance with subjects such as geography and history as well.

We were quite literally better educated than 16 year old school leavers a scant generation and a bit later in 1999, and they in turn were better educated than the assholes leaving school at 16 today.

You see, we are back at the boy plus girl thing, the vertically integrated collective did not just fuck up the educational system from 9 to 3:30 Monday to Friday, it fucked up marriage and home life too.

I have linked to this before.

You see, what many were scared of was exactly this shift, from being individuals to being mere fungible cogs in a vertically integrated machine.

I’m not being a luddite or trying to deny technology or progress.

The point is that it is not, was not, and never was NECESSARY to implement all this in a way that just built ever larger and more vertically integrated collectives on one side of the equation, while still leaving solitary once sovereign individuals on the other.

We, as a society, did not fucking *have* to build it that way.

Lots of whiners like our own Price Charles claimed to rail against all this, but he didn’t really, he has just always complained about the outcomes and goals of central planning and vertically integrated collectives, their *targets* are wrong, that is all…. he has never complained about the status quo, the very *structure* being wrong.

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We started out by saying that it is simple human nature, one individual at a time can deal with one individual at a time, but the moment you get two or more individuals working together, suddenly everything changes, suddenly that new group tried to redefine the thing that they are against as that which they themselves do not do… even though invariably it is just a case of a new shade of lipstick on a pig.

We have said that into this body politic we get shifts from red team to blue team at apparent (to an outsider) random, and periodic temporal changes between two legs good and four legs bad, to four legs good and two legs bad, and so on.

The emergence of electronics, and then digital electronics, and then computer tech, IT, comms, is a wet dream for anyone looking at this simple human nature, talk about a duck to water, and suddenly levels of vertical integration of the collective, and therefore a shifting of the power from the individual to the collective.

It’s not mere coincidence that the rises in certain recorded events, such as divorces, is not *merely* a function of new laws being brought in that increase the collective power, but also with the technology of IT, which allows such data to be collected in the first place, and reported in the first place, and then mined, and so on.

There was a foreign country that I lived in many years ago, there were as always many laws that were passed down from on high.. but some of the locally unpopular ones that required that such and such a sector of society had to complete form ABC123b every year and then this that and the other were neatly sidestepped, the local authority just did not order any copies of form ABC123b, if there is no paperwork, nobody can fill it out, voila!

That’s all past, IT has evolved to the point where you no longer even say all it takes is a computer and email or a net connection, now a smartphone will do.

Of course, much of the form filling is automatic…

So where does it all leave us?

In a pretty bad place, really, from the individual perspective.

The First World War was hailed as being bloody awful, never again and all that, and they were right, the second world war was different, troops did not die on such a vast scale, but thanks to greater collectivism and vertical integration in society (IBM sold calculating machines to the nazis as well as everyone else) on a global scale more people in total died.

It’s not *just* that you could not have made anything even remotely like facebook back in 1960, because the technology of the day simply would not permit it, it is also that you could not have made an Islamic Caliphate, or a EU, because the technology of the day simply would not permit it.

Which makes world war three what?

Even less military casualties than WW2?

Even greater non-combatant casualties? Even more collateral materiel damage? Even more countries involved?

We didn’t merely ignore all the canaries in the coal-mines dying as we increased the vertical integration of the collectives in the home / marriage / schools / workplaces / etc, at every stage to the utter depredations of all the sovereign individuals involved, we fucking celebrated every single dead canary and paraded it as proof that the de-infestation policies were working, yellow rats with beaks, god the bastards are everywhere, thank fuck for this new and improved yellow rat catcher.

Take an asshole who can barely manage his own life, which is in truth every human being ever born, and give him power over ever greater numbers, and all you do is make the inevitable final fuckups ever greater.

Make these assholes so powerful that they think they can manipulate the game itself, which is the state of play today, and the fuckups can *only* be legendary in status.

Nobody is going to have time to notice if me and the ten year old down the street agree to enter into a sexual relationship, or I agree to buy a product that is the result of her child labour a continent away, or if she is long pig on the spit.

The bankers and the billionaire and the politician and the other echelons in the vertically integrated collective are going to have other priorities, and they won’t be hanging on to power or wealth or property or status.

they will be hanging on to illusions of grandeur.

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July 10, 2014

Canon SX50 HS – two

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 6:48 pm

Just because I have been nagged by so many, post a decent pic showing what it can do… so this was taken of a grave from about 12 feet away today, handheld, zooming into the flahs innit.

f5, 1/250th sec, ISO 80, etc..

Pic is link to full size.

Raw image was tonemapped and saved to this jpeg.

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Linkfarms in life

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: Exponential Function, individual, money supply, sovereign individual, sovereign states — wimminz @ 1:18 pm

A link farm is a web page that you go to, following a link, hoping to find X, when you get there, it contains nothing about X, just hundreds of links to other pages that might or might not contain info about X

If you followed and read in some depth the link at the end of the last post, the guy talks about PEOPLE, which is what it always comes down to, and no one who has seen the “troubles” in northern Ireland or the “communist emergency” in Malaysia or any other trouble spot, can fail to see the parallels between what he describes and what they saw, individuals who seem to move from blue team to red team, weeks when blue team is in favour and red team is not, and vice versa, people being heroes or terrorists, depending both on perspective and what week it is, and of course that old one about these types and their relationship to the ordinary guy on the street who just wants to fucking get on with life, not have some new local jackbooted oppressor telling him how said jackbooted one is a hero fighting for the guy in the street’s freedoms, of which the guy in the street sees none.

You see the parallels to link-farms, and in deed back in the day definitions of spammers, who attempt to re-define spam as that which they themselves do not do.

Meanwhile “scientists” are explaining everything to me, like the explanations of why the topology of the nearside of the moon differs so radically from the farside.

Me, having a rational and scientific brain, listen to these “answers” and explanations, and think, meh, OK, add another possible / plausible scenario to the pile or 999 others, but convinced, I think not.

These explanations, whether it be lunar topology or neanderthal genes in backwater chinese corpses or global warming, all share one thing in common.

They all proclaim to show just how such a thing could have happened, or how such a thing did happen.

None of them are scientific, in that none of them show how this is the only possible outcome.

For example, usury, the practice of charging interest on a loan, there can be only two states for a money supply, it is fixed and finite, or it can be inflated and finite (to be infinite, then the value of one unit becomes inescapably infinitely low) and since interest / percentages are indisputably nothing more than an exponential function, then there is only one possible outcome for each.

In the fixed finite money supply, the one charging the interest ends up amassing so much money that the supply fails to meet circulation needs, and the money fails in its primary function.

In the finite inflated money supply, then the value of each unit is devalued on an exponential curve, and as soon as that curve hits the steep slopes, the money fails in its primary function.

These are the only possible outcomes.

It would appear that human nature being what it is, as soon as you get more than a lone individual seeking power, it does not matter one iota what label that group has, whether it be the “legal” state or the “illegal” terrorist, the staple diet appears to be akin to the spammer, redefining what they do as not being the thing they are supposedly struggling against.

I have written before about A E Van Vogt’s book The Anarchistic Colossus, a society in which this human tendency was eradicated, there were military spaceships, but no military, any citizen could board one and command it.

What made all this work was a system of kirlian computers that read each human being’s aura, and stunned them when they were about to do something in spite.

There was a little anecdote about the arms race that ensued, the computers were programmed to stun anyone attempting to steal your mail, but some had discovered that if you merely opened and read the mail without stealing it, you would not be stunned, so the programming had to be altered.

All of which completely fails to address the 9 trillion ton elephant in the room, the human nature of which I speak.

The asshole who not merely genuinely believes that he knows better than me what is best for me, but that he also has an absolute right to try to convert me to his way of seeing things.

Let me be clear on this.

For values of “you” that include the rest of the human population, I do know better than you what is best for you, I just have no interest in enforcing my opinion upon you, I just want you to stop trying to enforce your opinion on me, a vain hope, so, sadly, you will all have to die…lol

I can sit here and make erudite statements about if I were made God, I would decree than every single individual is a soverign state, and while sovereign states were free to combine at will into collectives, no sovereign state or collective of same could in ANY WAY impose their will upon any other.

Who is going to enforce it, when going up against the biggest gang of sovereign states locally? In our case, the State itself.

The people of the United States and the people of the UK are essentially the same, and yet it is legal to fuck at 16 in the UK and illegal in the US, so we don’t even just have the basic “two wolves and a sheep democratically voting on what to have for lunch” scenario that makes the age of consent 16 here, there are no universal constants, even though by rights there should be, we are all the same peoples, and yet we cannot agree on even such basic things, which is a direct function of the FACT that different groupings of sovereign states come up with different answers to the same question, which is itself an indictment of the legitimacy of said sovereign states themselves.

Two big sovereign states and one small one = two wolves and one sheep…. it’s fractal baby.

Logically, scientifically, we come to some inescapable conclusions.

If I am 50 and this girl is 10, and we both agree to fuck each other regularly (and yes, I deliberately pick this most emotive of possible subjects) then in the pure sovereign individual world, there is no harm in this.

Ask anyone in the street if they would vote for this, and they react in horror, and say no.

Ask them who they think they are protecting, by saying no, do they think they themselves as sovereign individuals need protection, then the unwilling answer is always no, they ones they are trying to protect, allegedly, is always some one else, some other sovereign individual.

Which, inescapably, means removing sovereignty from said individual.

In a nation of sovereign individuals, there is no social security, and no taxes to fund it.

Instead we have the old fallbacks that we used to have, charity and compassion.

Amusingly, one of the arguments used against this was that charities could choose not to give help to those who did not behave as decent members of society, this was apparently “bad”.

From 1977, just after the economic harsh times of the mid seventies, of which youtube has not a single video of apparently.

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