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June 10, 2014

Electric cars – again….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 7:43 pm

Here we go…

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2014/06/10/citroen_c_zero_electric_car_review/?page=1

“The first thing is the saving in petrol. Since the vast majority of the cost of petrol is tax, it’s expensive stuff.”

Someone who doesn’t get it.

Petrol / gasoline / benzine is currently, as I type £1.37 a litre.

There is approximately 9.7 kWh of energy in a litre of petrol (10.7 for diesel)

£1.37 / 9.7 = 14.1 p per kWh

The average price for electricity is currently 16.6 p per kWh http://blog.comparemysolar.co.uk/electricity-price-per-kwh-2013-comparison-of-e-on-edf-npower-british-gas-scottish-and-sse/

So, broadly speaking, electric car vs petrol car, similar kerb weight, rolling resistance, wind resistance, etc etc etc, so it is going to take a broadly similar amount of ENERGY to move either car any fixed distance or comparable route.

As I have said time and time and time again, it is no coincidence that the cost of ENERGY per kWh is broadly similar, NO MATTER WHAT FORM YOU BUY THAT ENERGY IN.

If;

1/ it doesn’t matter what form you buy your energy in, the price per kWh is broadly similar

2/ the energy consumption of broadly similar vehicles is broadly similar, irrespective of how they are powered.

Where is the incentive to buy the electric car, at a fucking premium?

If, and ONLY IF

1/ the rolling resistance of electric cars was dramatically reduced, super skinny tyres etc, no mechanical drivetrain, etc

2/ the air resistance of electric cars was dramatically reduced, teardrop shape and maximum speed of around 50 mph

3/ minimal energy was converted to heat, eg 100% regenerative braking, eg no drivetrain, just 4 in hub stepper motors carrying tyres.

Then the electric car can beat the petrol/diesel car in energy consumption, and items 1 and 2 can be done in a petrol or diesel car…

A gasoline/ diesel car can be “charged” from empty in 5 minutes tops.

The energy density of petrol / diesel in kHw per cubic metre kicks all batteries asses, but that by itself isn’t a dealbreaker…. there are plenty of high end motorcycles with barely 150 mile range.

A petrol / diesel fuel TANK costs a few dollars to make, an electric fuel “tank” costs thousands.

These are presently insurmountable obstacles, for the automobile “as we know it” to change to electric.

Item #1 in red above will, never, change, such is the nature of markets.

This means electric car adoption will never happen because electric is a CHEAPER source of fuel, it never will be.

Which leaves two options.

1/ electric is available, petrol / diesel isn’t

2/ electric is legal, petrol / diesel isn’t

and one more small problem, each 30,000 litre fuel tanker represents 300,000 kWh, for a 30 ampere 220 VAC mains supply (30 x 220 = 6,600 Kw) that means it takes 10/6.6 = 1.5 hours to transfer the energy equivalent of 1 litre of fuel, assuming 100% charging efficiency of course, which is beyond pie in the sky, so a theoretical maximum of 16 litres of fuel per 24 hours, nearer 10 with charging efficiencies, and nothing else in the house running, and of course you can’t *use* a car that is plugged in at home charging (which you can only do anyway if you have a driveway) so half that for 12 hours charging a day, maximum of 8 litres equivalent of fuel per day… that’s not much range

So the electrical distribution grid itself also becomes an issue.

Tell me again how electric cars are, in *any* way, practical?

The only *practical* applications for electric vehicles (Smiths have been making them commercially for 70+ years) are, by definition, not anything that you could possibly categorise as a personal automobile. (think electric milk floats and electric vans and so on)

Suggesting electric cars as an “alternative” to petrol or diesel cars is like suggesting motorcycles as an alternative to petrol and diesel cars, the sort of alternative that means “completely bloody different” and not the sort that means “exactly the same, except for the vroom sounds” which is all anyone is talking about.

so, why not get an electric motorcycle?

http://www.zeromotorcycles.com/eu/

With 9kWh in its battery pack, nearly twice the capacity of the Toyota Prius, the 2012 Zero DS is the fastest, longest-range electric motorcycle to ever enter production. 84mph top speed, 112-mile range. Is that enough to make it practical, useful transportation? More importantly, can a bike that slow be fun to ride? For more about electric motorcycles, check out

 

same fucking issues….

Greetings earthlings…

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:57 am

… take me to your larder.

So I looked at the bitch, and she looked at me, and I know that all she knows about me is what it says in the company files, which is fuck all, and I know she is judging me on looks and other things, and I know all the rest too, I’ve see all the episodes and all the re-runs a thousand times.

“Oh the gift that God would gi’ us, to see ourselves as others see us”

Well, if it is a gift I have it, and it may be a gift in the sense it was given, but of value, no, not a lot.

I know my age, I can remember like it was last week being 15 and thinking that being 40 was some unimaginable distance in the future, and now it is over a decade in the past… OK I my not look bad for my age, but I’m a long way past looking youthful.

I know this bitch is looking at me, in her 30’s, and she is seeing a skinny old man that don’t seem to amount to much, is junior to her, and on less money, maybe not washed up and on the beach, but, in woman’s parlance, there are no new chapters to be written.

And, I get where she is coming from, yeah, she can think all those things, it is not entirely unjustified, and yet…

… and yet she will never do 1% of what I have done, and yet her life(TM) has already pretty much passed her by, and yet despite having 20+ years on her, she is the one who is old before her time, not me.

I dunno if I am pissed or rueful or amused at her judgement of me, shall I say because her judgement is so wrong, or so wide of the mark, or so at odds with my own judgement of myself… that last one leaves me open to the exact same criticism I would level at her.

Hell, I walk into an office building and see 20 wimminz while I am there, and on the purely superficial physical level, there are two I would fuck, and this bitch is one of them.311821_orig

I was transported back in time, some snooty cunt and his snooty cunt wife, better than everyone else because they had money, sat on the aft deck of their 25 metre diesel yacht pissed because they are still tied up to the quay, although there is still posing, instead of being in a bay somewhere at anchor, because the holding tanks are fucked.

Ships, you see, have everything, they don’t just float and have motive power, they have power generation, ventilation, heating, A/C, potable water systems, and of course waste water and sewerage systems… and waste water and sewerage goes in to holding tanks, to be discharged at sea for free, or for a fee by a tanker on the quay.

Yours truly was called in to sort it, Mono progressive cavity pumps, wonderful fucking things, they’ll eat and pump almost anything if you don’t mind the wear and tear, and one of the signs you will always see on yachts is the one in the bogs that say do not put your fucking sanitary towels and tampons down the fucking toilet.

So the holier than thou rich cunt and his rich cunt wife object to everything about me, I have to walk past them to get to the machine rooms, I wear overalls, I work for a living, I am going to but my hands elbows deep into their shit and piss, so the same gift that allows me to see what the bitch today is thinking is at work there, but these cunts crossed the line, by ignoring me, who was stood there, and instructing the captain to ask me how much bloody longer this was going to take.

You can tell him and his wife, I tell the craptain, that it depends, see, my hourly rate just doubled, because I don’t like being treated like dirt, and you can either accept that, or tell him and his wife to get down there and fish around in their own piss and shit, and pull all the fucking sanitary towels that his wife flushed down the fucking toilet out of the Mono pump and pipework, assuming they are qualified, and have spares, or they can just sit here tied to the quay for the rest of the charter.

The bitch today, I’ll give her her due, judgement of me aside, was quite pleasant and sociable, so she didn’t get any of my attitude, which also means she didn’t get anything to cause her to re-evaluate me.. well, not much.

“So how about sacking me and re-employing me at a decent wage” I tell her… LRFH, big shit eating grin on my face.

God damn but I have said that or a variation to so many employers, got something for you, the boss says, I look all excited and say oh goody, what is it, a P45 (the form you get when you terminate employment somewhere) boss looks at you strangely.

Hey Houston, we have a problem, I don’t think this employee gives a shit.

See, all these employees in the corporate hive, like this bitch, they have adapted and evolved all these facial expressions in the social pecking order, and it is like watching monkeys in the zoo, one thing it ain’t is natural or free expression.

Me, I grin a lot, I chuckle a lot, I laugh quite a bit, cunts tell me they can’t read me, my face is so expressionless and closed and hard, I look in the mirror and think WHAT THE FUCK, I got one of the most open and expressive faces going, that’s one of these reasons there are still almost no lines on it in my mid fifties, the entire fucking thing is motile and used.

But then again, my expressions bubble up from within, they aren’t a mask in an artificial social language that signifies nothing.

…that’s why I was pissed at the bitch thinking I was the one who was washed up and past it, bitch I *still* got more fucking life(TM) in me than you, old way before her time, watching the shit that doesn’t count and long since ignored and pissed away the only stuff that did, it’s gone and she doesn’t even realise, because she never knew it was there.

Fuck it, I sit here typing this shit with a shit eating grin on my face, and I am talking literally, not figuratively.

But then what do you expect from an asshole who had a tee shirt at 15 that said.

I’D RATHER LAUGH WITH THE SINNERS
THAN CRY WITH THE SAINTS.

June 8, 2014

If you’re so smart, what are you doing in here?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 11:25 am

It was a familiar refrain in prison, and trotted out to anyone who claimed to be smart or good at anything.

Take a look at the current global economy, stock markets, currencies, debts, QE, are you so smart, you actually can see behind the veil?

Do you actually know what is going on?

Let’s take me, been waiting for the house price crash since 1995, and since 1995 houses around here that were 50k back then are now 150k, am I so smart? 19 years is a long time waiting for something that was “unsustainable” in my eyes back then to crash.

So how about this, what if the crash already happened, and all we are seeing now is everyone pretending it hasn’t, sure, we didn’t kill Bobby and eat his flesh, he has just nipped out for some smokes, he’ll be back any day now.

What if we use the OLD definition of inflation, an increase in the money supply, then the house going from 50k to 150k in 19 years is just a 300% inflation rate, one 2014 Pound will buy what 33p did in 1995, so, have your wages tripled since 1995?

It’s an old adage that those living through an age don’t realise it from the inside looking out, it is only in later years that other point at that period and say mmmm, this the era of the end of the thermionic valve.

It don’t matter what currency they used when my dad was a boy or how much he earned an hour or how much things cost, what matters is how far things went…. how many hours labour (a finite resource ever week) did it take to buy a meal that would keep you alive for a day?

There is no good asking how long it would have taken my dad as a young man to earn enough to buy a blu ray player…things like the price of copper and tin per ton used to mean something, but in the manipulated market everything is manipulated, rehypothecated and so on, so now there are apparently at least 100,000 tons of aluminium and copper that should be sat in warehouses in china, and it isn’t there, and no one is sure if it ever was, gold is the same, you wanna buy gold, hang on, are we talking PHYSICAL gold here? and even that is subject to fraud, at the highest levels, that gold? or tungsten wrapped in gold?

Hell I was old enough to watch man land on the moon, live on 405 line VHF monochrome teevee, and go to school and read and study, and be surrounded by records of anything you cared to shake a stick at, I could open a school text book and look at the price of coal per ton from 1800 to what was then the present day.

Nowadays, in the fucking computer age no less, I am fucking surrounded by cunts showing graphs with manipulated axes (eg not showing the full scale to highlight a difference, or making one scale out of scale with the other, etc) and all sort of shit, and all I hear all the time is that these fucking charts are based on data SINCE RECORDS BEGAN IN 1979

Cunt. I was around before 1979, I can assure you for a mother-fucking fact, records began a *lot* earlier than that bucko.

Think my 300% (as a fucking minimum) inflation in the past 19 years is shit?

In 1995 I could walk into the local main dealer for Yamaha, Honda, Suzuki and Kawasaki, a big bike shop, with £3,500 pounds, and ride out on the top of the range anything I chose, nowadays that number is closer to £12,000, and they should actually be CHEAPER, because while the cost of making a 4 cylinder block in energy terms is pretty much the same (irrespective of size too actually) a lot of the shit that used to have to be manufactured from metal is now cheapo solid state electronics, or plastics, or composites.

The rule of thumb for interest is divide 70 by the rate, and the number you get is the doubling period.

70 / 10% apr = 7, so 7 years is the doubling period.

1.07 (7%) exp 19 = 3.616 (361%) so we have a ball park, inflation has been running about 7% a year for the past 19 years.

1995 I was doing long distance motorway recovery work, 14 p a mile, and that meant including loading and unloading and all that shit I was doing an average of 65 mph (exempt unrestricted trucks) so 65 x 0.14 = £9.10 an hour.

I KNEW it was good money for the job back then, I knew it was more than say the guys driving the Tesco arctics were on, and on a par with the guys driving ADR tankers, hey, remember when being a truck driver was a good paying job…

£9.10 an hour time 361% inflation = £32.85 an hour.

Guys driving motorway breakdown trucks NOW should be on £32.85 an hour, or if they work 30 hours a week that’s coming on a grand (£1,000) a week… they are on a fucking third of that.

*sure* the price of a CD writer has plummeted in that time, we also now have giant flat screen telly’s an shit at affordable prices, but boys, we don’t buy that much of that shit, I’m still looking at the one I bought 7 years ago…. but everything else, food, fuel, housing, transport, energy….

The truly, truly, truly fucking stupid are the ones who have been using the house as an ATM in the interim, and spending the “profits” they were “earning” when the “value” of their house climbed inexorably from 50k to 150k.

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Last night I was texting this friend, she lives slap bang in the middle wales, she ain’t from there, she moved there a few years ago.

I told her a year ago, GET THE FUCK OUT, not just for you, for the kids, they have NO future there, nor do you… and some fell on stony ground.

Last night she is telling me she is becoming a local… I’m all meh

Bitch can’t see what is in front of her face, DESPITE the resent economic boom and euro money pouring in, there is shit on the fucking High street, garages that closed when Morris was a standalone brand, fucking thing went bust in the seventies.

Fucking wales was fucking full of shit you could buy for FUCK ALL in the early eighties, cos everyone got the fuck out in the late seventies, because there was nothing left, you could buy a  real nice small semi detached house in a devon village for 25k, or you could buy a farm and three outbuilding and 4 cottages sat in 75 acres in wales for the same money, or a whole street of former miners cottages up the valleys.

I’m not even going near the fact that things that even today the rest of the country take for granted, like you can go to the various supermarket websites and order shit online and get it delivered for free if your order is over £25, doesn’t exist there.

Tesco’s opened a store, so they deliver locally, apart from that there is Amazon, and apart from that if you want it, you fucking go get it yourself.

Hey, I lived in Cornwall in the seventies, cornwall and wales got a lot in common, economically, so this isn’t slagging the fucking welsh off, this is reality.

This is boom time at the top of the fucking bubble and the state handouts are still flowing in full force and the bitch is broke, sure she wastes money left right and centre with piss poor money management and weekly prudential door to door loans, but even without that, if she managed her money properly, it wouldn’t be a well paying gig… I left her place one morning last winter and it was -6 celcius, drove home to my place, about 100 miles directly south as the crow flies, +2 degrees and that 8 degrees difference make a huge difference to your heating bills, clothing, laundry, you name it, and that is just one factor.

WHEN the bubble bursts, eg when the crash that has already happened starts revealing more and more of itself, it is going to be fucking unsustainable, there is nothing but fucking and drinking and drugs, and drinking and drugs take money, which has to be taken from someone else, one way or another.

I don’t want to give y’all the impression that I care about her fate, or the fate of her children, bed, made, lie, I just cannot fucking fathom the mentality.

Despite her lack of resources, at this time she is still entitled to vast help from the state tit, and instead of grabbing it while the going is good and relocating to somewhere with greater opportunities, she sits there are talks about becoming a fucking local… does.. not.. compute..

How can you possibly not see the train of doom fucking rushing at ya?

How can you possibly consign your kids to a life of alcohol and drug abuse and petty prostitution?

DETROIT motherfuckers.

The fucking industrial heart of Amerika.

http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2014-06-07/death-and-decay-detroit-real-time-seen-streets

Cunts are leaving in DROVES, same shit as happened in wales in the late seventies, when the work goes, there is nothing left to stay for, except the booze and drugs and prostitution.

Then you get that other thing, before the welsh in the late seventies, there was the Irish in the early seventies, economic migrants.

Fore-runners of the Polish, when they joined the EU and flocked to places like the UK.

No cunt welcomes economic migrants, trust me on this, y’all are seen as shit.

Knew people who took the ten quid to emigrate to oztralia deal, they told the same story, economic migrants are never fucking welcomed.

Why?

Because they are always the ones who refused to see the writing on the wall and left it too fucking late to get out, so when the left they took a whole fucking load of their problems with them.

I may not be smart.

But compared to some of the DUMB motherfuckers out there, just call me fucking einstein, failing that, call me one beer, and I’ll drink to your health, fnaar fnaar, a crappy old joke there for my german readers…. three beers later I’ll be a *real* fucking genius.

 

June 7, 2014

Deterrent or Motivation.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 12:25 pm

So there is this skank, 40 ish, has to be said, a damn good body for her age, she must have been fiiiine when she was 20, so so face, but the usual “the last guy I was with was a complete bastard” attitude.

For shits and giggles I play it for a bit, conversation wise, text back and forth, within 24 hours she is calling me sir and saying she wants me to dump cum in all her holes, within another 24 hours it has all gone horribly wrong, you see, I am apparently another one of those nasty pushy controlling men.

What went wrong was I was all OK bitch, let’s talk again on the phone and arrange a time when we are both free to meet and fuck, and she was all I can’t talk now because you see my sons are here, and I’m like I don’t give a fuck, one has nothing to do with the other, and it ended there see.

There is another one, not so much to look at but loves my ass and all that good stuff, in her case it is daughters and not sons, but it’s the same deal, they get in the way of mummy having any social or sexual life, and just to be clear here, I am talking kids between the ages of 16 and 25, not small children.

Now, to be clear, I’m not doing an about face on the thing that a mother should put raising her kids properly in a good home environment and lead by example first, I’m not talking about bringing home an endless series of randoms who the kids call uncle billy and so on.

But, just because you don’t bring random men home, does not mean you cannot have, from the kids perspective “a boyfriend” that they don’t see… it could be a string of random men and as far as the kids are concerned it could be just the one boyfriend.

If you can text me from home, you can fucking talk to me from home, the only people who CANNOT do this, are those who are hiding something, like a live in husband / boyfriend / lover / etc.

I understand that there are inappropriate times, you’re at work, you’re driving, you’re cooking dinner, but there are times when you are just relaxing and you can talk, or you should be able to, except, your physical location prevents it, you can’t talk at home, unless it is between 9am and 5 pm… eg you can only talk from your own home when nobody else is there.

You don’t mind talking to me, provided nobody else there overhears your conversation.

THAT is what should set alarm bells ringing.

Not so much because it is a sure sign you are a cheating lying cunt, it isn’t, not 100% sure, but it is a 100% sure sign that you are not the master of your own ship.

I am the master of my own ship, If I choose to answer the phone (and it automatically goes silent from 9pm until 8 am, unless you are one of the privileged few in my contacts list) then I can talk at any hour of the day or night, with anyone I choose, about any subject I choose.

In the case of the skank I didn’t get to fuck, she was expecting me to make concessions to her life style and choices and kids. No deal.

In the case of the one I still fuck very occasionally, she knows I won’t make concessions, so she is all sorry, I’ll get back to you in a few weeks when I can make some time, and if you feel like seeing me then, that would be good.

On the face of it the two sound very similar, in reality there is one huge and vastly important difference, one knows her lifestyle isn’t acceptable to me, and hopes that when she gets time off from her lifestyle I might be able to make time for her… she isn’t captain of her own ship, but she doesn’t have dick to say about how I run my own ship.

The other one, well, she isn’t captain of her own ship either, but she does want to have dick to say about how I run my own ship too.

It’s all modes of behaviour, neither one of these wimminz is going to make changes to their lives, because nothing is motivating them to, and the deterrents to prevent continuation of the same old same old do not exist.

There is this other skank, off a swinging / fucking site, she is all my weekends and daytimes are my time, so any playing is gonna be done weekday evenings or not at all, which I don’t have an issue with, clearly stated boundaries are not an issue, so I say to her “tempt me” and she comes back with “I’m a good cook” and I am all like baby, maybe you is, maybe you isn’t, but it ain’t relevant because I ain’t coming over to yours weekday evenings only to fucking eat, you gotta bait the hook…

She comes back with “I don’t wanna be seen as bait”, I tell her that is her prerogative, mine is to walk, because there is literally nothing being put on the table, by her own choice, to tempt me. She goes potty mouthed at me.

Guess which one of the two wimminz above she most resembles.

The skank with the kids who can’t talk at home, and the swinging skank with nothing on the hook both share something in common, they both seek to change my behaviour, but offer me neither motivation to do so, nor deterrent from continuing to be me… quite the contrary actually.

The skank who says her life is a mess, she’ll call me when she is free, and if I am free also, maybe we can hook up for a night, she isn’t asking me for much, and she is making an offer at the same time, knowing that at that time I may or may not feel like taking it, time will tell, no worries either way.

OK, so far this is a lot of waffle about a few skanky sluts who may or may net get a load of cum dumped in them, a lot of words about nothing, a lot of long winded shit.

But it is necessary to state it this way, because it is full and frank disclosure, and it lets you dear reader see, in all boring and mundane clarity, what goes on in a man’s mind when a wimminz pings on the radar.

It is necessary because this sort of mundane day to day background noise of the psyche sets the scene, now I can say something like I have heard every possible variation of every bullshit excuse and story any wimminz can ever tell me about anything, ever, and you can colour in the background yourself.

I have no motivation to listen to yet another rendition of the same old refrain, and frankly all that is left is a deterrent, I really do not want to sit through yet another one wimminz play about how the widdle unique snowflake pwincess was sooo unwucky and kets meeting all these nasty men who yadda yadda yadda.

It is necessary because now, perhaps, you can have an inkling of the instant resonance I get when I read the words another man wrote, “We didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen.” https://wimminz.wordpress.com/02-people-do-what-they-wanna-do/

It is necessary because just as these wimminz own chaotic home lives seep into limiting their freedoms of movement and expression and decision and interaction with men like me, all this shit always seeps across into other areas of one’s life and health and thoughts and attitudes.

WE don’t become one trick ponies, we aren’t all sad men solely fixated on not seeing our kids, or getting raped in divorce courts, or getting laid, however much it may suit the aims of those who wish to characterise us this way.

Once the scales fall away from your eyes, NOTHING looks the same.

We can talk computers or technology or cars or motorcycles or music or food or money or employment or accommodations or pensions or peace or war or investments or tools or politics or films or literally anything else you like, and I have discussed all these subjects and more in this blog alone, which is only a tiny subsection of my life as a whole, and we find that it has seeped into everything that we see, think and do.

Motivations and deterrents.

Where “you” is society, the state, the system, the media, et-fucking-cetera, then “you” have provided, across the fucking board, the best deterrents possible from me ever buying any of your shit ever again, EVEN IF IT FUCKING HAPPENS TO BE TRUE, I won’t be buying from you, and as for motivations, god damn but my life is a lot simpler and more relaxed and more stress free, since I started rejecting ALL “your” shit.

“WE didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen.”

That resonates, through the very fibre of my being, “you” don’t get it, not even slightly.

“We” will watch *everything* burn, rather than intervene, because nothing can possibly motivate us to do anything to save any of “your” shit from the fire “you” started, because we have already endured so many deterrents at “your” hands where “you” threw “our” shit on the fire “you” started.

It’s not hate, we don’t hate you, it’s not personal, it’s not political, it’s not sexual, it’s not about power or money or anything else, it’s not greed or envy, it is in fact incredibly simple.

Deterrents and Motivations.

***ANY*** involvement with “you”, no matter how trivial and tiny, always, without exception, comes back to bite us on the ass.

We just learned the lesson “you” have been so busy trying to teach us, how do you like them apples.

Nota Bene, that text in bold purple, that includes trying to do you down, fuck you up, screw with your shit, hurt you, etc.

“you” don’t need me as an enemy, you are more than capable of fucking everything up beyond all recognition on your own, in fact, I dunno that I could do as good a job as y’all are already doing….

All three of the skanks mentioned in this story will reap their own rewards, at their own hands, and their own hands alone, I didn’t start any of those fires either, and I certainly ain’t going to change my lifestyle to don any craptain save a ho / fireman uniform… DON’T. WANNA. KNOW. OR. HAVE. ANY. FUCKING. PART. IN. IT.

One of them *might* however get some more nights with me, *if*, if *she* makes the effort to make the time to make it happen in her life, and that happens to coincide with a window in mine.

Said it before, saying it again.

Nero fiddled while Rome burned.

Doesn’t mean what they tried to tell you it meant in school.

Means he didn’t start the fire, so he didn’t become a fireman, he just pulled up a chair and some booze and sat back and watched the show.

No motivation to intercede, every deterrent going against getting involved.

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This isn’t a warning or a threat, y’all better start valuing us and treating us nice of we won’t play at firemen later on, the bell has been rung, the lessons have been learned, no going back.

This is just a y’all have a nice day now, none of my business.

June 6, 2014

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Cardguy.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 9:30 pm

Yeah, it’s the height of bad taste to talk about actual individuals in the man-os-fear, but fuck it, I never claimed to have any taste, and this isn’t about him, per se, but about how he got run over by the bus when he was on the way to buy some smokes.

The internet is an interesting phenomenon, because nowadays it means literally anyone can become what we used to call “ops”, eg god in their own little fucking domain.

This hasn’t really been possible in the past, even if you were a crazed and powerful baron back in the day, you couldn’t control what one serf in your stables said to another.

Now, with the internet, you can.

Being an early, very early, adopter, I have seen all this shit from day one, and I was always left with the lasting impression that you could tell more about a site/domain/forum/etc and who ran it by looking at who got banned for life, than by anything else you could possibly look at.

This hasn’t changed, because of course human nature hasn’t changed in the last 25 or 35 years, shit that went down on dial up BBS’s in the 80’s is going down in the exact same way today on the www.

I wish I had a dollar for every time I have seen someone I didn’t necessarily agree with or admire, but who I would quite happily have a beer with and lend a 20 to, knowing I would get it back, get banned for life from someplace for some heinous crime that by any real metric was far less severe than what many others did routinely, and never even got a warning for, but of course, *those* posters were in the cabal.. TINC…lol

See, I *will* judge a man, or any other fucker, by how they treat the below minimum wage cunt slinging their burger, the person with no ability or authority whatsoever to do or say dick back to you.

“My network, my rules” is the claim lots of these cunts make, and while there is a certain grain of truth to that in some cases, these cases are never the ones that these cunts are claiming, it ain’t a fucking network, there ain’t a bunch of family or friends or employees depending on the smooth running of the resource, it is, like this shit right here, a purely personal thing.

Here, I will delete spam, because it is completely off topic, and I will delete comments from wimminz, because I have no interest in what some feminazi skank ho says, cunt can use her own website to spout off, and I will delete comments that are just abuse, because there is zero valid intellectual content.

Barring that, I won’t delete, you can take a 100% diametrically opposed on every level attitude, and I’ll leave it up, fact is I get almost none like that, but that is another story.

I started http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/index.php because I wondered if the time had yet come, it is still as quiet as a morgue while places that cater to the sheeple like roosh et al are rammed.

I started it because I was a participant in a now quite ancient experiment by Bruce Perens, doing the exact same thing, with the exact same results so far… but I wanted to differ from Bruce’s experiment in making it so I wasn’t the head honcho, splitting myself and my own innate personal human nature from the controls of the ship.

What happens? It is still quiet as a morgue, but there isn’t a single poster there that I wouldn’t sink a few beers with or lend a 20 to… I couldn’t quite say that about the posters on Bruce’s experiment, nearly, but not quite.

See, there is a lot of discussion and hot air and opinionating about various forms of government, there is democracy, representative democracy, parliamentary democracy, proportional representation, monarchy, autocracy, oligarchy.

Interestingly the one alternative that is never even mentioned, except in rare instances where it is invoked as the worst of all possible scenarios, and also I believe partly because nobody actually understands what it is, is what runs Men Going Their Own Way dot Net, and to a lesser extent this place.

Anarchy.

Just as there are various forms of democracy, there are various forms of Anarchy, MGTOW.net is a benevolent anarchy, this place is an autocratic anarchy, and the fundamental rules of both are the same.

Do what the fuck you please, and give others that same right.

Sure, the absolute numbers over at MGTOW.net right now are small, BUT, there have been over 800 posts, all of them made by fiercely independent and old school masculine men, and despite the lack of any apparent rules http://men-going-their-own-way.net/constitution.html not one single posting has been objectionable, and I don’t mean in a live and let live so the guy is entitled to his opinions, even if I do happen to think he is a cunt for saying that thing, I mean nobody is shooting their mouth off.

Cardguy wasn’t shooting his mouth off on Roosh’s doorstep, this is the fucking nature of the human psyche, you and dick and harry  wanna talk about the fucking world cup in Brazil, my mind does the whole word association football thing and I go hey, that reminds me of this Brasilian chick I was banging way back when, Solange was her name, and that ain’t hijacking shit, that’s called being human.

People are afraid of anarchy because they have been taught that is paedogeddon and every other nightmare you ever had wrapped up in one, if the power goes off and the lights go out, people say, it will be anarchy, bad anarchy, for their is no other type, mass rapings and lootings and murdeings.

And yet, when you give Anarchy a place, like MGTOW.net, the truth is the behaviour is *more* civilised than anywhere else.

Lots of historical events you can’t talk to anyone, the fuckers are all dead, long gone, but Bosnia is a recent one in Europe, and people will call it anarchy, but it wasn’t, in fact if you can find someone who gives examples of people spontaneously treating each other in a civilised manner, that is the anarchy, but it wasn’t allowed to flourish, because too many other people were playing power games.

Anarcho-syndicalist communes aren’t anarchy either, for true anarchy you can only have individuals, no groups, today we call them flashmobs, back in the day we called it woodstock, or the equivalent.

Anarchy is also called chaos, but nobody really understands what that means either, the way the rain hits the ground or waves break or breezes blow and certain molecules happen to get inhaled by you, while other nearby ones do not, these are all chaotic systems, and who would argue that standing in a field and breathing free air is in any way inferior to breathing through a pipe in the vacuum of space or underwater?

Sure, breathing though a pipe is more controlled, and you can adjust the gas mix, and not be aware of the smell from your mate who just farted, but is this superior?

Linux is anarchic, it is chaotic in many ways, does this make it inferior to MacOS or Windows?

Mathematics and Language are anarchic, or rather, they were, back when speech was free, if indeed it ever was outside of an anarchic enclave like MGTOW.net.

Human breeding was anarchic and chaotic, before we had rules about who could fuck who, and then more rules about who could see their kids, and then more rules about medication and health (not just medicine making those who would have died live long enough to breed, try letting a child die a natural death from a severe injury and see what happens to you) and rules about where you can go, what you can do, what you can look at, what you can say, and even what you can think.

I can say the Earth is flat, I can say that aliens live in volcano’s and we all need to channel our inner thetans, but if I say there was no Holocaust as described or if I say sex or marriage with a 12 year old should be legal, or if I say I will not give you the password to my own property, my encrypted files, then I will be taken off and thrown into prison.

Because, you see, otherwise we would have “Anarchy”

I do not, for one instant, claim that in a true anarchy everyone is an altruist, you will still get the odd psycho, we have them anyway, anarchy or not, so no difference there… the difference is the first person who chooses to do so can just kill them, then get on with whatever they were doing, and the differnce is the state could not kill and enslave the rest of us, in the name of protecting us from those who they do not protect is from, not even one iota, while taking all our freedoms.

Back  in the days before internet search engines there were web-rings, each site dealing with, for example, model trains, would have link back and forwards in the chain to the next model train site on the web ring.

One of the beauties of the internet back in those days was that you COULD NOT KNOW what was out there, you couldn’t “go and look”, you could just stumble across shit by accident.

You’d book mark pages that other people had put up, a collection of links to stuff that they had found that you thought was cool, and of course, dead links abounded, shit didn’t last, hosting was expensive and / or severely limited in capacity… you were rocking if you had a 14.4 k full duplex hayes modem and a hosting account with a whole megabyte of disk space, and no server scripting resources, static hard coded html buddy… of course as the years passed things got bigger.

just for shits and giggles I just looked at some of my archives from 2000, an entire hotel website, which wasn’t just cutting edge for the day, but which frankly is better than almost anything you can find live today, 3.7 megabytes, still works perfectly, total home page including graphics… 17 kilobytes…. an entire online holiday enquiry booking and reservation site, in the year 2000 mind you… 18.9 megabytes, that’s including all the php and cgi and talking to the bank computers directly code.

£1.50 a week will now buy you 10 gig of SSD disk space, 10 unique domains, 20 databases, 25 processes, 100 email accounts and 512 meg of dedicated ram, and 500 gig of monthly bandwidth…

Anybody can be a Roosh, a Bill, a Nacho, etc etc etc… or one of the sheeple that bleat in unison, safety in numbers, one of the herd, not one of the pack…. https://wimminz.wordpress.com/?s=pack+animals

In other words, for £1.50 a week anyone can be too fucking TIMID to stand on their own two feet as an individual, yeah kids, it’s always run what ya brung, for free, at big daddy’s drag strip, provided y’all ain’t packin more’n 100 cubic inches that is, and nothing lighter than 2,500 lbs, cos only big daddy can run the shitcan mustang with the 350 cid, and lightened by all the rust that falls out every run, cos big daddy is king of this heah dragstrip, ya hear…

I started this out by saying you could tell all you needed to know about a site by who they kicked out, and that is true, but the flipside is also, often, not always, but often true, the collective IQ of the place drops a couple of notches when that person leaves…

 

 

June 3, 2014

Condolini wants his hand back.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:41 am

I see a lot of memes getting “grip” lately, one of them is the I always knew I would survive that shit meme, and here I am, I was right.

So here’s a story, it might be true, it might be not, it might be true for me, it might be not, but it has certainly been true for many.

So, there we were, we few, young and immortal and immoral, and sure, everyone knows it is dangerous, but nobody actually believes they are going to be the one left over when the music stops, not really, cos you wouldn’t stay there… even the ones who are convinced they aren’t going to make it, they don’t really believe that, as in, today is the fucking day dude.

Years pass, and here I am, still here, so I can sit here and lay claim to that meme, I always knew I would survive that shit somehow.

But the very nature of the beast means that all those who shared that belief, which was the majority, and who are NOT fucking here today, and they are not here to say they were wrong.

It’s not democratic or proportional representation or statistically viable or even accurate, when the only people who get a say are the small minority who survived, to actually have a say.

Nowadays we are so assfucked and limp wristed that the one who walks away is most likely to wrap themselves in some shit labelled survivors guilt, oh why did I survive when all those other poor fuckers died, fuck that shit, you just did, end of, go down a cold one to celebrate, and if you don’t say much about it it ain’t survivors guilt, you’re just aware that none of them that died have a voice, so why should you speak, just cos there is nobody else to take the podium.

Why did I survive? I don’t got no answers for you, and the truth is, if I had answers, I wouldn’t be giving them away for free…. you dig?

When you work at a company that you know is hurting, and your fellow employees are hurting, I’m the cunt who doesn’t try to talk you out of jumping ship and seeking pastures new, the more of you jump ship the less chance there is of them throwing me overboard to meet the new downsized quota… fuck you very much.. >;*)

Level playing fields are for assholes, if the deck is stacked in my favour because I am a single man and I can survive on our measly salary better than the guy with the wife and the newborn kid… well… sucks to be him.

I’m not going to raise a single finger to fuck you up or make you look bad or stab you in the back, but, if the portions at the communal feeding trough are gonna be cut, I’ll survive on a smaller daily calorie intake than you.

I’m here because I am lucky, no doubt about it, I’m also here because I know when to be cautious, no doubt about it, I am also here because I have no problem stacking the deck in my favour without stabbing you in the back, no doubt about it.

If you need a hundred quid a week more than me to live because you have a wife and kid, that right there is a survival advantage to me… if the rope bridge is the only way out but there is no real pressing need to take it cos you can survive this side of the gorge, the fat cunt can go first and test it, if staying this side is dying then me, the skinny cunt, will go first, thangyewverrymuch, nice knowing ya.

If you’re going to listen to a survivor, don’t listen to one that spouts totally worthless bullshit that will get you killed FAR more often than not, like I always knew I would survive.

There is a similarish meme going round ZH at the moment, so, where is this any fucking day now crash we have been expecting since 2007?

Just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t, just because those asking that question have survived THUS FAR, doesn’t mean there is any expectation that they will continue to do so…

Yes, shit can continue for far longer than any one person would reasonably or rationally credit, but that still has little or no connection to the fact that sooner or later if you keep adding air the balloon is going to burst.

Genuine survivors of shit will tell you, along with everyone else knowing they were gonna survive it too, there were two other things that everyone else knew too.

1/ wow, thank fuck that’s over, well, that should be the worst of it.

2/ I have no fucking idea why I am actually still here.

Boom, it wasn’t over, and Fred is no longer still here.

It is both human and animal nature, if you can see imminent danger and have time to avoid it, you will.

All of the above I always knew I would survive memes are based upon the farcical idea that people faced a choice at such times, and therefore were able, in even the smallest way, to influence their chances of survival.

Bullshit.

What happens is you don’t realise it is imminent danger until it is too late to avoid it, sometimes there isn’t even time to realise, it’s over before it started for you.

You can call it luck or stacking the deck or caution or anything else you like, to survive you have to avoid the scenario where the imminent danger is revealed too late for you to avoid, and you can’t do that by looking for imminent danger, it ain’t there yet, and you can’t do that by looking at the background hum, too much noise drowning the signal, so all that’s left is stacking the deck.

Infantry are trained from boot camp to carry the rifle in their hands in the ready position, ready to return fire within a second. Slinging it and leaving both hands free will cost you an additional 4 to 5 seconds to return fire.. I never saw anyone killed by that *additional* 5 seconds, they already walked into a firezone, and stood there for 5 seconds as an ungainly biped that gave up the use of his 2 most important limbs, just so he could service his rifle. Free both his hands and he will use them, and move different, and use all his other senses different too.

Anathema to the OIC, but you never see a tracker or old asia hand or old africa hand, eg a fucking survivor,  with both fucking hands full.

I’ll tell you what is a true story about me, I have said to assholes to their face, “You are going to kill people.” and I have been 100% right

June 2, 2014

Some life lessons.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 12:00 pm

In no particular order or anything. It talks about business a lot, but 100% of it applies to life, you are yourself an independent business.

Small Business – if you’re starting one, you need to spend AT LEAST 30% of your planning time looking at everything that can go wrong, and what your response is in each situation, lots of allegedly (so far, touch wood) successful small business people will tell you this is bollocks, if you do this you will never actually do anything, I say what they do is not called “business”, it is called “gambling”, and they aren’t stacking the deck, or even folding every bad hand rather than playing…. every single failed small business, without exception, I have ever seen, did not do failure planning.

Borrowing to finance a business – I once vaguely knew a man who started a *major* offshore oil industry logistics business with US$25 of his own money, he already had millions, but his rule was why gamble with your own money if you can gamble with someone else’s, and rule 2 was if nobody else is prepared to gamble on your business with their money, then it just isn’t that good a proposition, get over it.

Projections are not reality – This sounds like it applies to a new small business, the business plan, projected turnover etc, but it applies to everything, even the employee considering a car loan from the bank. So your projection is you are going to earn $5k in August 2014, my projection is you are going to earn $0, my projection is every bit as valid as yours, knowledge will only come in September 2014.

Never ever ever touch money that is not “yours” – seen this so fucking often, guy gets handed a wad of cash, some of it is for parts, some of it consumables and expenses, some of it is labour, guy spends the labour portion + 250 bucks because the van insurance came up due and it needed two new tyres too, guy is now insolvent and cannot buy the parts (which the customer has already paid you in full for) needed to finish the job… it goes lots of ways from here, but it always ends badly and always eventually fucked company dot com.

Define a scope – I used to say to people, I’m a marine engineer mate, not a bank, I can fix all your shit, but I cannot finance ANY of that work….eg stick to what you do, if they want 30 day terms tell them the bank is that way, you work for cash.

You can’t frighten off a good customer – Provided your work is done to the agreed spec by the agreed time to the agreed standard, you can’t “lose a sale”, that “sale” didn’t exist in the first place, the “customer” was not a customer, just a chancer trying to get someone else to make their dreams come true at their expense.

You can’t make a profit from a bad customer – see gambling above, it’s only a question of time, and it doesn’t matter how bad your cash flow or how much you need the money, or “a” sale “of any kind”, bad customers and bad sales and bad deals always cost you dearly, just a matter or time.

Every business is a people business, every deal is a people deal – I don’t care what trade you are in, you make the sale because the customer gave you personally the job, and it is now your personal responsibility, and you and the customer both know that. What the job is is utterly immaterial.

Specify and Quote, never ever work any other way – Fixed and rigid scope of work, schedule of work, cost of work, and schedule of payment, every last fucking thing nailed down. Yes, there is lots of shit where you say you can’t do that, yes you fucking can, if you do not know what is wrong with the engine you do not quote to fix it, you issue a limited and defined quote, to investigate and report ONLY. Once you have that data, go back to the customer and give them a quote to fix it.

Mission creep – never, no matter how small or how trivial. A work specification and quote is like a window pane, you can’t break only part of it, the fucking thing is intact or broken. Never ever ever break it yourself, and if the customer breaks it down tools and invoke the game over, pay me for work to date and storage from this point on clause… you did put that clause in your T&C didn’t you….

Subcontracting – never subcontract to anyone who isn’t as good and as honourable as you, you will eat the cost, and subcontracting covers waaaaay more than you think it does, that courier delivering a widget to site, that is subcontracting, you are stood there with your thumb up your ass and the clock ticking until it arrives.

Customers, suppliers, contractors, bosses – none of these people are your friends, sure, it is best to be on friendly terms with them, but they are not, can not, and must not be friends.

Your business is an incredibly hot total slut with an IQ of 12 and a mental age of 9 – You are the only person on the planet with any motive at all to protect it. It can’t protect itself. Everyone else on the planet will take a freebie when your back is turned.

The sale you did not make is not the same as the sale you lost – If you are a bricks and mortar shop you can track how many people walked into your shop, and how many made a purchase, how many came back 24 hours later demanding a refund etc… the most important thing you could possible know is the one thing you can’t track, how many people did not walk into your fucking shop, and why they didn’t

Is it a business or a hobby – I see this all the fucking time, people buy a pub and treat it like their own front room and alienate everyone they don’t personally like… and wonder why business is bad and takings are down, I can fill a pub and keep all the staff working flat out from opening to closing and fill the till, and I will SECRETLY despise 99.99% of the customers who fill the till, and SECRETLY never want to be seen dead in such a bar, much less drink there, but, if it is a business, filling the till comes 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, you get the idea… “I wanna open a biker / gastro / wine / theme pub” you’re screwed before you start.. see above, the sale you didn’t make…

Opportunities don’t grow on trees – there are not always opportunities, for you as an individual, where you are, forget all the marketing bullshit, the reality for 99% of people for 99% of their adult lives is shit is NOT going to land in their lap… if opportunities come along they will always come with a price, and it is a price that will have to be paid IN FULL, not one fucking cent short and not one fucking second late, ever, now you got a choice, take the opportunity or have a social life, have a v8, have a Harley, have a live in girlfriend, have sex, have Friday nights out with the lads, it’s fucking either or time. Can’t have both, not even a little bit of one, all or nothing.

Everything changes – what was true for your business last week may not be true this week, I cannot even begin to list the things that I have done that made a profit, however small, back when they were done, and for which there is simply no possible way to make a profit doing them today, because stuff changed… If you can’t change or too much of your business relies on stuff not changing much, you’re doomed.

Be a realist – it doesn’t matter how much you want something to be so, most of the time it isn’t, and there is nothing you can do to make it so, you have to be a realist, and that means being callous in the extreme, OK, so you lost one kid down the mine, meh, you have 6 other kids and the wife is still fertile, no big deal.

As far as small business ownership goes, it’s a tough one, it’s probably like being an artist used to be, you ain’t in it for the money, because there ain’t much, you’re in it because you can’t be an employee… and that shit comes true too, prospective employers who know you have run your own business do NOT want to employ you, so you better be able to completely omit that shit from your employment history… oh yeah, I was an employee of the black sea bubble company, here’s my reference, written by you, as you were the only employee and founder, but you don’t mention that shit…

There is NOTHING in that shit above that does not apply to me today, as a single guy, MGTOW, and an employee #1,736 of acme corp

Feel free to add / critique / ridicule etc in the comments.

May 31, 2014

The system, part 2

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:35 am

Because people do not realise just how much how we have evolved to do things in day to day business affects our available options on an ongoing basis, I’m going to take another look at this.

Let’s start with a small example, unix/posix/epoch time, which is counted in seconds, and started 1st January 1970.

There are 31,556,925.9936 seconds in one year, that’s one real year, not a gregorian year, or a julian year, or a standard SI year… you see where this is going already.

If you use gregorian time, and you were born on the 31st May 1984 then today would be your 30th birthday, happy birthday to you… if we used unix time then depending on what time of day you were born, you would have been born about 454,878,843, and as I type this it is 1,401,524,787, and you would not have had any birthdays, because there aren’t any recurring periods like a date every year in an incremental numbering system like unix time.

Back when I was a boy, for money we had pounds, shillings and pence, 12 pennies to the shilling, 20 shillings (240 pence) to the pound, there was also the guinea, which was 21 shillings, expensive stuff like land was usually priced in guineas.

When decimalisation came in, we were told it was because it was easier for the mainframe computers of the day that were starting to be used, and of course I was too young to realise that computers worked in binary, and excel math rounding programming errors aside, it makes no fucking difference whatsoever to a computer what base you count stuff in, base 10 is as alien as the old base12/base20 monetary system.

Of course the real reason was to move the UK from one currency, that just happened to be called Pounds Sterling, a nice Roman currency, to a new currency, that just happened to be called Pounds Sterling, and which, on the face of it, had an approximately similar value on the days during which transition took place, but which behind the scenes allowed all sorts of new shenanigans to go on.

In the shops in the old system, the smallest monetary unit was the farthing, one fourth of a penny, now, you can’t have “rounding errors” in such a system, an apple was either three ha’pence, 1.5 D or old pennies, or three ha’pence and a farthing, 1.75 D

(LSD was libre, solidus and denare, from the old Roman, and a penny was literally a penny weight, and literally worth it’s weight in silver, 240 pennyweights of silver was a pound of silver, hence the pound sterling (silver))

Rounding errors are a function of applying math to numbers that can only be expressed in integers, or in the case of old pennies ha’pennies and farthings, quarter integers, divide 1 by 3 in decimal, you get errors, £1 = 100p /3 = 33.333 recurring pence, so you can take 33p or 33.5p or 34p

In the old money, incidentally, £1 / 3 = 240d / 3 = 80d = 6s 8d, exactly… the old system was a lot more user friendly when it came to what we can call real world maths, 240d is divisible exactly between 2 people, and 3 people, and 4 people, and 5 people, and 6 people, not quite by 7, as each would get 2s 10d and a farthing, with only one farthing, or one 960th of the whole left over, unless you used guineas, 21 s, easily divisible by 7, but back to the basic progression, and by 8 people,  by 9 is like by 7, and by 10, so you see the huge and practical flexibility, this is WHY these numbers and number bases came in to use in the first place, to get back to the point.

When you do math, you get rounding errors…. let’s look at 7.5%, which was the higher rate of VAT (value added tax) back in the day, which, oh, wait, yes, coincidentally came in less than a fucking year after decimalisation had finished… 7.5% of something on sale for 99p is 7.425p

But, when you have a numerical system that incorporates two separate number bases, 12 pence to the shilling, and 20 shillings to the pound, you can do the sums one way, and I can do the sums another way, and both ways are correct, but we get slightly different answers, which is even worse than having things like 7.425p, because you might get 0.495p as a remainder, and I might get 0.505p as a remainder, and so you round down and I round up, and suddenly your calculations on my books and my calculations on my books, come up with different answers…

And there is also the little issue of historical, as in going back a thousand years, associations to being backed by precious metal, in this case silver, literally the penny weight, so it’s not fiat is it.…

But no, the old system has to go because computers only like decimal, and it’s the computer age donchaknow, and besides, everyone else is decimal too innit.

Now we essentially have no non-decimal systems left in the world, the UK was the last to have a non decimal system, and that ended 43 years ago, so unless you are English and 60, you can’t remember working and being paid in Lsd, or over 50ish, you can’t remember using the old money or getting it for pocket money, so you have no practical knowledge of how good it was in many ways.

And so you have no idea how much the world changed for us, hell. even we didn’t fucking know, it took a long time for the system to manifest itself to any degree.. you put ten saints in a room and make it a rule that you cannot say anything less naughty than the least naughty thing any of the other nine have said, come back in three months and they’ll be discussing whether to barbecue or spit roast babies after they have been gang-banged to death.

Go back to unix time, no birthdays, no birthdays = no vote, no draft, no age of consent… it also means no annual taxation, no mortgages.

Much of western civilisation, or what we take for western civilisation, vanishes overnight, but how many of these things are actually necessary for LIFE, or even for TECHNOLOGY and SCIENCE?

Arguably unix time *is* scientific, so it illustrates clearly the differences between time-KEEPING and calendar accounting, after all, public time only came in so workers could keep the bosses happy by getting to work together “on time”, and Greenwich Mean Time only came about because Brunel’s Great Western Railway needed a standardised time-table, not one based on local times, which were different from London times, especially here in the west, by several minutes.

Indeed, unix time is still BEHIND most of our transactions, that are then translated into calendar time, for accounting purposes, classic…

Now, public arguments are being made, not for the first time, but seriously, by those in power, that we should do away with cash altogether, after all, most of us hardly use it for anything any more.

I’m not even saying that this is a BAD thing, but, if experience has taught me anything, it is that this is yet another expansion of the system, and it will have consequences that we cannot predict, some of them good, some of them bad, some of them trivial, some of them profound.

I could, were it legal, set up my own digital currency, in any number based system I liked, I could even make some pretence at backing it with computational cycles, or precious metals, or Btu / kwh, and only acceptance and exchange would differentiate it from other world digital currencies.

Whether it truly becomes a virtual currency is an interesting question, if we all carry electronic wallets that carry our actual digital cash, bonk to pay, then it is as good as cash, as long as your virtual wallet and mine are working, we can exchange monies, but, if we have electronic wallets that are no more than authentication, like todays debit card, then you and I need a middle man, and this is the essential difference that you need to keep you eye on.

You want a real world example? Imagine a world where only car dealers can buy or sell cars, if I want to buy your car, we have to go to a dealer to do the arbitrage…

May 30, 2014

Degrees of freedom.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , — wimminz @ 11:55 am

Look at yourself, pick an aspect of your life, give it a label, then examine it.

Ask two questions.

1/ What degrees of freedom do I actually / practically / realistically have within this label?

2/ What degrees of freedom do others outside this label perceive me as having?

Answer #1 is, 99.99% of the time, a subset of answer #2.

In business terms it is called a scope of works, broadly speaking it says what time I turn up on site, what kit, if any, I turn up with, what tool set I turn up with, who I must report my actions and findings to, what tasks I am supposed to attempt, what I am supposed to do if those attempts fail, and how long I am supposed to remain on site.

If your “problem” is “your internet connection has stopped working” then when you are told an engineer is going to turn up, you would be forgiven for thinking my scope of works is to “get your internet working again”… it is not…

True, sometimes my scope of works will include enough things that it happens to cover the problem, but sometimes it won’t, eg if I discover it is a line fault, in which case my scope of works is to narrow down the diagnosis of the fault and report it back to HQ, who will take steps to get the line itself looked at.. I’m not there to “get your internet working” and so I have not failed in my task when I leave you, and you still have no internet.

You won’t feel the same way, because of the differences in answers to questions 1 and 2 above.

The differences between the answers to questions 1 and 2 are not because we are different people, or because we work for different people, or because of customer and vendor relationships between different people.

The differences between the answers to questions 1 and 2 are 100% down to “how we do things today in the western world”, and by this I mean “standard business practices and procedures and methodologies”

To put it bluntly, every business in the modern western world utilises these methods and practices, in *exactly* the same way that you and I *can* do business if your internal systems use Base8 and mine use Base16, you can sell me a widget part number  3140134 and cost £23 in your Base8 system, which I will record as buying part number CC05C and cost £13 in my Base16 system, but it is easier for both of us to call it part number 835676 and unit cost £19 in good old decimal.

Yes it is a process that started with the standardisation of weights and measures, so it is an old process with vast momentum, and it is an ongoing process, but selling sugar in packets of 1 Kg weight is as arbitrary to the substance itself as it was selling it in packets weighing 2 lb.

It just isn’t *practical* to set up a business in the UK today that buys and sells sugar, and which uses pounds and hundredweights and tons, in shades of the old joke that you can still go down to the builder’s merchants and buy some two by four, and that’ll be a buck twenty a metre… this is business methods and practices at work…. the WAY we do business.

Whether it is a function of education or something else, or lots of something else’s, in much the same way that we will talk about having spoken to Fred or seen the Formula 1, not even mentioning the telephone or television without which we would have done neither, because it has gone so far in this direction that the default meaning of “Did you speak to Fred?” no longer means did you speak to Fred, for that meaning we now have to add a qualifier, “Did you speak to Fred in person?”

In effect, speaking to Fred has also been altered by the methodology and practices extant today…

So when the methodology and practices used become so ubiquitous that they themselves become invisible, then by definition, all the side effects and consequences of using those methodologies and practices also becomes invisible.

This is the way things are, this is the way we do things, this is how things work.

So, getting back to our beginning two questions;

1/ What degrees of freedom do I actually / practically / realistically have within this label?

2/ What degrees of freedom do others outside this label perceive me as having?

…these methodologies and practices are what severely limit the degrees of freedom in question 1, and yet, because these methodologies and practices have essentially become invisible, we cannot see that which is limiting us.

If you can’t see it, it is hard to grasp it’s scale or reach, so  you’ll tend to look through the glass window at the trinket on the other side, and say I want that, which is question 2.

To address this gap between questions 1 and 2, we have brought in a whole load of extra dross, Prince 2, agile practices, seven sigma, and of course none of it helps in any way to close the gap between questions 1 and 2, any more than putting lipstick on a pig.

The system is in fact RIGID, and FIXED, and INFLEXIBLE, a cup of coffee at the Costa machine always costs £1.85, no matter how much or how little I desire one at that particular time.

My desire for, and therefore appreciation of, that cup of coffee, even though being machine made the cup of coffee itself is not variable, is a variable function, first thing in the a.m. I want it a lot more than later in the day, so the buying decision isn’t based on my desire for the product, but rather the variable exchange rate that exists between my desire at that moment in time, and the current cost.

When your internet is working, your desire for it is fairly low, when it stops working, you want it real bad, but it is still just one engineer call out booked at x per hour.

Again, it has been with us so long, it has become invisible.

In the days of barter when I traded my eggs for your bacon, both the bacon and the eggs were continuously variable things.

In the days of gold backed or actual precious metal currencies, both the currency itself and the bacon and eggs you could buy and sell with it, were *all* continuously variable things.

In the days of fiat money, which, like modern business practices and methodologies, in fact, more alike and akin and intertwined than you realise, suddenly one thing is FIXED, RIGID, INFLEXIBLE, and we say that the value or cost of the bacon and eggs is going up or down, in dollars and cents.

Or not, because what it cost the farmers to raise the chickens and pigs is also measured in the same fixed and rigid and inflexible terms, it cost the farmer 20 cents to make an egg, so he isn’t going to sell for less than 25, or he makes a “loss”

The egg itself tastes just as good, has the same calorific and nutritional value, and from the energy or entropy point of view it is still a successful concentration of sunlight and chemical elements, it just ain’t profitable no more, now, raising stocks and bonds and shares in Apple and flipping condos, fuck chickens and pigs.

And once the telephone and television and standard business methodologies and practices become invisible, so does the actual true cost of maintaining and developing and sustaining them.

An hour of a banker or lawyer’s time becomes more “valuable” than an entire weeks worth of time of an engineer or farmer or fisherman.

The current crisis in which we find ourselves, or not, if you prefer the MSM delusions, is in fact one of systemic failure, a RIGID and INFLEXIBLE and FIXED system, in which all the players, even those at the top, actually have far far far fewer degrees of freedom of action, that everyone else perceives that they must have (see Q1 and Q2 again) but in actual fact, it’s the system, and by system I mean the REAL system, not the imagined illuminate bullshit, the REAL system, which is our now invisible and inflexible and rigid standard business methodologies and practices and strategies and approaches, that is in control, not that said control is any kind of conscious or directed act, it is just sheer overwhelming fucking momentum, it is the ultimate juggernaut.

*THIS* is why you should be scared.

There is nobody in control, nobody is going to save us, nobody has a master plan, nobody is at the wheel, nobody has enough degrees of freedom, and the juggernaut has gone well into the red zone in the only thing it knows, which is expand or die, and like the ultimate bursting force in a flywheel, sooner or later it isn’t expand or die, because expansion becomes death.

May 29, 2014

It’s not the drop that kills you…

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:19 pm

…it’s the sudden stop at the end…

So, in the interests of science, art and not knowingly talking out of my ass, I have just, slowly, read every single headline on the main welcome page of the Daily Mail website, not because I think it is wonderful or my favourite or anything else, but because it is the self declared #1 most read newspaper website on the planet.

Stories about current goings on and killings and dyings in Ukraine?

Zip, zero, nada, zilch, none, fuck all. NOT ONE SINGLE MENTION.

Everything you read is a lie… even if it is just a lie by deliberate omission and misdirection, here is what you will “know”, here is what you will think about, here is what you will discuss, here is what you will think, here is what you will feel.

Why the fuck do you think the yanks always “accidentally” manage to bomb TV and newspaper stations every time they get involved somewhere.

Sorry, since I started typing, one small story near the bottom about ONE helicopter being shot down… but (find in this page) still not one mention of Putin, Russia, Gazprom, etc.

According to RIA / Latvian radio “According to our information, the Ukrainian army has the following losses and damages: 1,200-1,300 people were killed, eight helicopters, 15 armored transport vehicles, and three [artillery] weapons destroyed. They are suffering huge losses. I’m speaking only about Slaviansk,”

Sure, unconfirmed and all that shit, but they had space for unconfirmed alien sightings in the west midlands, some middle aged skank saw red and white lights in the sky…. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2642749/Mother-filmed-lights-home-says-shes-sure-spotted-UFO.html

Being brutally honest here, this sort of shit makes the North Korean press’s claims that they invented the hamburger seem rather mild and restrained, quite genteel in fact.

Dare I say it, I think there is a distinct probability of my psycho skank ho ex being more honest than the fucking western media, and this is a wimminz of whom I stated publicly, and not at all in jest, “If the bitch tells you the sky is blue, look up and check.”

Of course this shit filters down, the whole dating / fucking / swinging scene is about as buoyant and joyous as pork crackling roast night at Dachau, when things go to shit people generally and wimminz particularly do not get realistic, they double down on the insanity and delusion and get even more abrupt and rude and demanding, and I am seeing it everywhere…. it has even finally come to the fat bitches for whom the swinging scene was a last best hope of desirability, guys will say anything to empty their balls in you… but I’m telling you it’s fucking kristallnacht out there, and if it wasn’t for the fact, more by luck than any judgement I might add, that I tended to do the gradual fade which didn’t make waves when I’d had enough of a particular wimminz, which means they always have a bit of a what if soft spot for you, I wouldn’t be getting any cunt at all…. since I refuse to participate in real life alcohol selling places where wimminz hang out for pickups, too many niggerz, too much cctv, too expensive booze, too rigid drink drive laws…

Without discussing my day job, again, suffice it to say that it isn’t immune from the whole scene where nobody is happy with anything, and it must be admitted, in many cases their dissatisfaction is entirely justified…. things are going to shit all over.

I doubt two days go by now without me coming across some reference somewhere online about yet another couple that have split up, but who still co-habit, because neither of them can afford to move out, and thanks to negative equity, neither of them can afford to see the other one move out either…

On the fucking sites themselves, the once unthinkable is now, well, not exactly commonplace, but sightings are less rare as time passes, the advert from the wimminz who is having “problems” and needs “help” to pay the bills, fix the car, buy new batteries for the rabbit…  as are the posts from those who don’t want to think of themselves as whores, and do not (yet) want to fuck for 5 bucks, so some shit about I got offered 400 notes to do a porno….. yeah bitch, the people actually MAKING porno are paying chicks half your age and one third your weight around 250 for a porno shoot, so the chances of anyone offering you nearly double are pretty fucking slim, to say the least…

In fact, in every single instance that I can think of, every time I have had communication with an individual, it doesn’t matter where in the world that individual was, which being literal for the past six months, means mainly Europe or the cunt-ry formerly known as the united states, that individual has told me the same story, things are fucking crap, and the reality on the ground bears no relationship whatsoever to how it is being reported.

People are, as my old man used to say, sat on the bones of their ass, eg can’t afford a fucking cushion.

One of my more paranoid mates, which does not of course mean that the bastards are not out to get him, is convinced that Tinder, which is after all based in (in, rather than on) Fuckbook profiles is nothing more than a beta test of the next great eugenics experiments, why else would every MSM on the planet have been talking it up so much, thing about this guy is, I can’t quite work out something, some of the shit he talks about is 100% eminently sensible and logical and plausible, and some of it is out there man, and somewhere in between is the tinder eugenics programme, and I can’t quite work out if he is nuts and buys into all that shit, or if most of it is just camouflage for the shit he actually does buy into, protective colouring man, the guy’s a fruit.

It’s all funny until someone loses an aye…

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