OK, so, you could be forgiven for saying that recent USA policies look like the country as a whole is having a going out of business fire sale.
Of course it is all madness, the only thing that makes it not made at all, but quite sane, is if you knew FOR A FACT that the USA was about to go out of business, or cease to exist as we know it.
I give you, the Yellowstone caldera, and Helium-4 emissions.
http://www.turnerradionetwork.com/news/305-pat
who knows…
… you’re just not entitled to have them fulfilled.
It’s a conversation seem to have quite regularly, yeah, you two (husband and wife, late 40’s) can go on a swingers site and demand that no male older than 30 contact you because wifey doesn’t want to fuck any males over 30.
You are perfectly entitled to make that demand.
You just aren’t entitled to have it fulfilled.
Yeah, not very contentious, how about we extend it, you are perfectly entitled to make the demand that you be free, that you are allowed to breed, that you are entitled to eat, that you are entitled to live?
You just aren’t entitled to have any of them fulfilled.
Getting contentious yet? Notice I just skipped past all the intermediate shit about sexual equality in the workplace and freedom of religion and freedom of expression.
Let me tell you about family, it’s like tribe in many ways, especially if you have an extended family, which I do.
Well, family went through the same changes as wimminz, when the old cunt dies I doubt I’ll ever see or speak to 99% of my family again, except for one more funeral, and that will be the last time.
They are no fucking use to me, none of they “they are there for you” shit, coming around and drinking my coffee and looking all sad when my shit gets fucked up ain’t being there for me, what do you need bro is being there for me, and that isn’t on offer any more, that crew all died out, the ones that are left, they ain’t shit.
A good friend is someone who will help you bury the body.
Ain’t none of them left alive I can say that about… so the feeling is mutual.
Tribe has gone too, village, company / platoon, pretty much all gone… only fuckers my age or younger who I trusted to that extent are all dead, hell, I doubt there are three of them who would even give me a place to sleep for one night, put it this way, if I got in that situation again, I wouldn’t bother even asking.
My extended family is entitled to make any demands of me they wish, they just aren’t entitled to have em fulfilled any more, and when this old cunt is gone, there will only be one left, who is the subject of a promise I gave 24/25 years ago…. and that promise is the only reason I been polite and put up with the shit, because you can’t make a promise to look out for the old cunt and then raise a shit-storm in his presence…. it just ain’t seemly.
So one of the twats tells me today I’ve been a good boy, always been there for family and shit, not that they would no, it was just said all placating like because of the look on my face, and then they said I got years to go for my funeral.
I just looked me in the eye, “Ain’t no bastard going to turn up at my funeral, nobody round the deathbed, nobody caring for me in my dotage… I’ll be dying alone…”
Kinda killed whatever they were going to say next, so they wandered off.
Pity, cos the rest of it was “and that’s probably better than this, and I’ll tell you something else, won’t be no doctors and medicines prolonging the fucking agony..”
Once you stop being mobile, getting up out of bed and doing shit for yourself, it’s downhill real fast from them on, which is why I got no time for these cunts on electric scooters.
Sure, that shit is easy to say when I’m in my 50’s and no my 90’s, but assholes to it man, my doctor could literally treat 5,000 other men like me in the time consumed by one female patient, or niggerz patient.
Cunts (health centre) sent me a letter today asking if I am still alive and my details are correct, seeing as they haven’t seen me for 36 months or more…
Still, at least I won’t have to put up with the fucking funeral directors and making the arrangements and shit, last time I threw the cunts out, swearing at them, very loudly, fucking vampires, well, there is our beautiful oak coffin, hand made, with solid brass handles and so in, which shows great respect for the dearly departed and how much they were loved etc, and then the weeping widow asks how fucking much, cos she ain’t really got any money anyway see, and the vampire says 1,750 quid, and the weeping widow says that’s too much, you must have something cheaper, and the vampire says well, there is a basic model MDF and veener for 500 quid if you don’t mind everyone seeing you didn’t give a fuck about the corpse… of course it wasn’t put like that, but that was the intended message…. his feet did touch the ground on the way out the door… just
Sorry, that last sigh and exhale, that’s it, Fred is dead, he no longer gives a shit about anything, his troubles are over.
I can’t even honestly claim to be paying my last respects, when he’s dead that’s it, too late to pay respect, too late for anything, and how can you pay respect surrounded by a bunch of fucking hypocrites, worse than a fucking wedding, at least there are bridesmaids to grope there…
No, I’ll be there because there is still one subject of that promise alive, and that means I do the taxi for them and get suited and booted and silent and dignified.
Y’all (da famileee) wanna judge me for fucking a mother and a daughter and being a deadbeat dad and being an ex con and anything else you wanna throw my way, fill yer fucking boots, but if you’re busy throwing the kitchen sink in there and other shit I did, be sure y’all include the fact I still pay heed to a promise I made to someone who has been dead a quarter of a century, and that’s the only reason I put up with your fucking company.
Y’all are entitled to make any demands you wish about my behaviour and attitudes and beliefs.
You just ain’t entitled to get any of that shit fulfilled.
Dignified funerals? I dunno, I’m liking the idea of when you know your time is coming just wandering off and never coming back, and nobody goes looking for you, then no matter how undignified and painful your own personal end is, no other cunt has to see you…. that or the old one about a nice quick and painless death was has by uncle Ted, unlike the deaths of his 74 passengers, who screamed all the way down the cliff… lol
I’m a fan of good visuals and diagrams, sadly in this powerpoint age apparently nobody else is, just going for the visually impressive.
But a good diagram doesn’t need to be drawn, if you can’t visualise it, it isn’t a good diagram.
Here’s one, let’s take as an example a CNC CO2 laser cutter / engraver.
For any given spec or size of machine, you can draw a line, and along that line you can plot the QUALITY of the components, from a crap tube that claims 100 watts output but probably won’t really see it, and which will have a working life of 1,000 hours if you are lucky, to a top spec tube that easily produces the claimed 100 watts, and which is certified for a 8,000 hour working life, minimum.
You can draw another line, and along this line you can plot the technical expertise, good design, good assembly, ergonomics, TECHNICAL EXCELLENCE and so on that the manufacturer puts in to the machine.
You can draw another line, and along this line you can plot COST or price.
You can put all three lines together to form a cube, and label the sides / axes as above, and say that all approximately 100 watt CO2 laser cutter / engravers will be a point somewhere in that cubic field.
Yeah, really neat, but it is fucking meaningless unless you take a statistically significant sample of said machines, inspect them, and plot each one one said visual diagram.
Do THAT and you will get something you did not expect.
Epilog and the yank stuff, yeah, great quality, great product, but high price too.
RS Laser, great product, great quality, but very reasonably priced.
Cheapo ebay flavour chinese stuff, average product, poor quality, but cheap.
and carry on till you have 40 or 50 points plotted in 3D
You’ll find that you cannot get a great product for cheap money… with one or two exceptions that stand out because the product is not great, but it is bloody good, bang per buck.
You’ll find that the cheapest are usually the worst products with the worst quality.
You’ll find that the most expensive really aren’t that much better than the reasonably priced, with some exceptions of course, at both ends of the distribution.
You’ll find that your brain starts to hurt, as there doesn’t seem to be a lot of logic to it all, some products are literally twice the price of others, some products could be made 100% better for 10% more money, it’s hard to work out on any of the products where the ticket price is distributed, and why the decision was made to build it that way.
Epilog is like Apple and iphones, it is a good product, but at a premium price, and a lot of the premium price goes to pay for the branding and marketing.
It could be smartphones, digital cameras, computers, cars, motorcycles, routers, flat screen displays, you’ll see the same thing everywhere.
Logically it doesn’t make sense, and if capitalism and free markets was anything more than a theory, a 3,000 dollar 50″ 1080p screen would be three times as good as a 1,000 dollar one, because there shouldn’t be *enough* wriggle room in those three axes of the visual idea cube to have it any other way…
If the 1,000 dollar one is nearly as good as the 3,000 dollar one, why isn’t the 3,000 dollar manufacturer using the same components as the 1,000 dollar one and dropping the price, or why isn’t the 1,000 dollar one being sold at 3,000, what is going on?
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A genuine OKC profile, a 22 year old geeky chick from Hampshire, these are all, not edited, all, her answers to the subset of questions OKC classifies as sexual… IN THE ORDER THEY APPEAR.
Are you a virgin?
Skank Yes
Do you believe that regular sex is necessary in maintaining a healthy relationship?
Skank No
If you’re in a relationship you expect will last for the rest of your life, is it important to you that it be the most satisfying sexual relationship you have ever had?
Skank No I’m polyamorous, one of the advantages being relationships can have different things that make them wonderful.
Group sex (with 3 or more people):
Skank It seriously interests me.
Would you ever consider cutting a partner (who asked for it) in sexual play?
Skank Maybe A difficult one- I’m uncomfortable with knives and it would be a difficult thing to do safely. But I wouldn’t want to just dismiss a sexual request without giving it thought.
Is a tongue stud a turn-on?
Skank No
Receiving anal sex?
Skank I like it / I think I might like it
Regardless of future plans, what’s more interesting to you right now?
Skank Love
You’re in a new relationship and your partner admits that they have had 14 sexual partners. Does that sound like a lot to you?
Skank I guess, but It doesn’t change how I feel.
Would you ever consider a relationship where you would take on an exclusive sexual role as master or slave?
Skank No. As a switch I find the idea of taking on one role for a whole relationship, and this question makes it sound like a 24/7 thing, extreme.
Would you consider being in a relationship with someone who has had homosexual sex?
Skank Yes
Which do you like more? Be honest.
Skank Receiving massages
Are you fetish-friendly?
Skank Bring out the toys! ‘toys’ indeed. Yes. I’m friendly to kink.
Would you need to sleep with someone before you considered marrying them?
Skank Yes
Orgasms are clearly the most important part of sex.
Skank I disagree.
Would you rather…
Skank be tied up during sex Truly I enjoy both, but I had to chose one.
Have you ever had a sexual encounter with someone of the same sex?
Skank Yes, and I enjoyed myself.
Did you join OkCupid just so you could find people to have sex with?
Skank No
Would you honestly answer any question concerning your sexual history that a partner might ask?
Skank Yes. I think as long as it’s someone you care about there’s no point in not being honest.
Is there a such thing as having had too many sex partners?
Skank No
Do you believe contraception is morally wrong?
Skank No
Is a guy who’s slept with 100 girls a bad person?
Skank No
Which of the following would you be most disturbed to find in a 13-year-old child’s room?
Skank Weapons.
Is a girl who’s slept with 100 guys a bad person?
Skank No
Are some sex acts with consenting adults inherently wrong or immoral? Assume no unusual risk of injury.
Skank No
OK, so you’re a fucking poly-amorous kinky fetish friendly VIRGIN who also likes to TIUTA, and you 14 previous partners sounds like a lot, but 100 previous partners is something you’re Ok with…
A little disclaimer here, the profile in question was sent to me by a reader who lives extremely close to the skank in question, he asserts it is all quite genuine.
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You see, the two things are not unrelated.
The bitch is legally sane and legally rational, and she is just like the rest of the herd, some of whom will be working in various companies making various widgets and so on.
The profile SHE WROTE HERSELF, contains such obvious aberrations and mutually exclusive statements, and yet she herself is apparently completely unaware of this… the thought literally never entered her head… these things, which she claims about herself, are nonetheless invisible to her on a cognitive level.
As much as we might ridicule her, and rightly so, she is far from unique.
People do not just hold false views on things, they will hold false and mutually exclusive views on things, and no cognitive processes ever go anywhere near these things, so it is safe to say that no cognitive processes are involved in these things, and where these things are present, cognitive processes are absent.
And then you dig a little deeper, and find more false views on things, and so on, and so on, as you seek to find something somewhere in her head that could be identified by Mr Spock as being quite logical Craptain…
And you recoil with horror, because you can’t find anything, anywhere, all you see is shortcuts and conditioned reflex and stock answers.
And so you start looking elsewhere, you start looking at “successful” people, bankers and lawyers and politicians and doctors and managers and so on, and all you can find is more of the same, monkey brains sitting on top of lizard brains sitting on top of some wetware BIOS, and it is all MIMICKING intellect and cognition, it’s taking shortcuts like a motherfucker 24/7, whatever uses the least compute power and don’t kill em, good enough.
And you start looking at products in a new light, because they are all heavily dependent on human beings and the functioning of their brains.
Did Samsung copy the iPhone? Doesn’t matter, all you need to know is that when faced with a question, given a choice between spending compute energy on working an answer out, and looking around and seeing an already existing answer, and just taking that and using and making it fit somehow, for almost no compute energy, the low energy solution is taken, every, single, fucking, time…
Herds of beasts carving pathways through the savannah, less compute power than finding your own fucking way 10 feet off to the side.
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I’m typing this in fits and starts, I’m the death watch beatle, old boy at death’s door, lots of talk about EOL and DNR, but as usual it’s like the next rain, nobody knows exactly when it’s coming, could be later tonight, could be a few days, could be a few weeks, but nobody believes that.
Meanwhile notably all the wimminz are running around like cunts making spectacles of themselves, the old cunt is dying, but THEIR public displays of grief come first, and second comes arguing about his will… poor fucker isn’t even dead yet and they are arguing about how his meagre estate will be apportioned.
It’s a dying shame, literally, one of the old crew from the era when NOT using your fucking brain had rather immediate and often severe and some times fatal consequences.
Just one or two of the older ones there got it, talking about him at the fall of singapore, him on the channel patrol boats, him as a young man, him mellowing with age, him and his absolute sincerity and integrity.
They were the ones making sure the nurses were ok, making sure the doctors knew DNR, making sure he was peaceful and comfortable as can be expected, making sure he had the last rights, and from a friend too.
Just taking care of the good shit.
Has finally come to a close.
1/ unless you test it by direct experimentation, a hypothesis by itself is useless.
2/ Romania is broke and fucked up and just entering the EU
3/ Wimminz in Romania will therefore flock to a reasonably decent looking, solvent, 50 something Englishman, for economic reasons alone, sod romance.
Now, I have *some* contacts with these countries, I bought the black bitch ignition system from some guys in Czecheslovakia, just yesterday I bought a USB CNC breakout box from some guys in Hungary, I spent some time working with some IBM Romania guys a couple of years ago, and so on.
So it was easy enough to set up this experiment, and do it *properly* to maximise the chances it would work, local exposure in the right places and so on… and having fucked Russian skanks in the past (see older posts) I was no stranger to the foreign bride scams as a method of employment either.
To me, this was a valid experiment, because “everyone knows” the Romanians are economic migrants and scum and will do anything for money and a foot in the door in a richer country…. I should say at the outset, I only did the experiment to prove that what everyone knows is total bullshit, but, even so, even I was somewhat surprised by how right I was proven.
Precisely zero response of *any* kind, not even a tickle, not even a spam or scam… sweet fuck all….
Taxi and catering and nursing firms *are* successfully hiring, but that is a legal contract where the economic migrant gets money and legal protections.
The immigrant hordes who want to get here at any cost? I don’t think so… it may be presented as a shit-hole over here, and to be sure relatively there is a lot of poverty, but to those fuckers that is their *home*
Leaving *home* takes very good reasons.
I can dig it, I come from a white “ex-pat” family from the glory days of that scene, after the war, the white engineer could go to far flung places and be very well paid, but shades of the taxi drivers coming here, the fucking paperwork was in order dude, it wasn’t some sort of take my chances mystery tour.
One of the guys I deal with has an 18 year old brother, he’d love to come and work in the UK, his problem is he dare not, his perfectly legal wife is 15 years old, so if they come here he will be arrested for rape and child abduction and god knows what else.
*home* is more attractive.
This “everyone knows” shit applies to everything, everyone knows the stocks and bonds markets are essential to a good economy.
Really?
Is that like marketing and shit too?
Very recently I have spent money with the guys at http://www.ignitech.cz/en/ and the guys at http://www.cncdrive.com/index.html and you know what, I spent money there because their shit is *cool*, and it is a good price, and I can get it in 48 hours, and frankly speaking there isn’t a (big commercial) commercial alternative.
http://www.rslaser.co.uk/ is another one, albeit based in the UK, but again building good kit with parts sourced internationally and adding local expertise and skills.
As Doug Stanhope says, the US spent 30 million dollars advertising the new 20 dollar bill, like he says, who is the fucking competition that needs fending off with advertising.
Can you imagine what any of the above companies could do with 20 million?
Sometimes, I’ll venture a little, a small gamble, I did this for https://www.facerig.com/ a while ago, why, because I remember Max Headroom, and because I see how as time progresses and technology evolves, the perfectly innocent photos that got uploaded a few years ago are now liable to be routinely scanned and tagged by facial recognition technology…. but then I remember a great little company that invented a developed Autoroute, before MS bought them out, before they got made obsolete by Google Maps & Navigation.
http://www.macrium.com is another one I spent money on. Another small UK firm.
You can look at real time updates maps, showing ships identified by their transponders, or planes identified by theirs, military shit excepted of course.
My firm is one of many that does this routinely for company vehicles and mobiles, it makes business sense for them, they get a call from a client and just look at the real-time map and see how far away the nearest engineer is, in my private business hat I do it for my clients, here is a link, track me in real-time, those who ask me to do 9 different sites a day, 10 minute job in each one, fucking love it.
The telcos have the same live maps for ALL mobiles, for values of real-time that have screen update rates of the order of 60 to 300 seconds.
There is no shortage of REAL data, and yet, everyone is wedded to what “everyone knows” and when the real data is introduced to what “everyone knows” then the real data gets filtered, goal seeking, exclude everything that does not agree with what “everyone knows”
For example, in a different country and time and place I could get killed for saying this, because it is true.
“Everyone knows” that when there is an uprising the first thing the state does is shut down the TV stations and the mobile phone networks, they do this to stop the terr’rists communicating… everyone knows this.
No.
The truth is, everyone has gadgets, and any commander knows the one thing you absolutely cannot succeed at is ensuring your troops ONLY carry regulation equipment and NOTHING else, so all the cops and military and covert ops types carry an iphone or something, which means they are not merely able to be tracked, the very fact that the device works means it IS being tracked.
It isn’t just that you can track a bunch of phones, you are tracking KNOWN individuals who own those phones, so what the fuck is Herbert Hoover doing at the junction of Parkovyi and Michurina in Mykhailivka?
And if you know he is there, it’s a piece of piss to put someone on the ground and intercept his encrypted phone call data, and decrypt it later….
So when Nuland phones Herbie Hoover and says “Fuck the EU”, and you release that conversation, you aren’t just saying, by the way, we overheard what you said when you were talking about us, bitch…
What you are saying is I know where every single one of your mother-fuckers is, in real time, with the possible exception of the handful who someone managed to enforce equipment discipline on, provided none of your other crew knows where they are either, provided they themselves are running silent… which renders them pretty fucking useless innit.
Shutting down the mobile networks shuts down the tracking of individuals.
That is its purpose.
This is the problem with “everyone knows”, everyone knows the Israelis are our friends and the Russians are our enemy, so it was pretty easy to engineer the USS Liberty, because “everyone knows” is working in your favour.
Iraqi WMD, Syrian poison gas, Odessa killings, same shit with the economy, or the state, or the legal system, or family breakdown, “everyone knows” how things work and what is going on and what to do to make things better.
Here is where the shit gets serious.
Everyone knows, nobody wants to start WW3, everyone knows, nobody would actually use tactical battlefield nukes, everyone knows, nobody would actually refuse all trade and turn the fucking taps off on the gas fields and shut down the grain shipments and leave others to freeze and starve or go to war, I could go on in this vein for quite some time.
But none of that is where the shit gets serious.
No, the shit gets serious where every single adult in the USA, say 275 million out of the 300 million total, have fuck all to do with DC and the Pentagon and White House and so on.
Not done in their name, not done with their approval, not done with their acceptance.
Everybody knows, that 275 million will never be held to account or treated as being responsible for decades of geopolitical meddling and warmongering and human rights abuses and economic despotism.
Everybody knows, and yet, if those 275 million are NOT held personally, collectively and individually responsible for every single action of the state, it will be the first time in human history this has happened.
US troops dragged “innocent” German citizens along to the concentration camps, to show them what they “allowed” to happen in their own back yard, and war reparations and restrictions and nation dividing followed, Hiroshima and Nagasaki happened because the “innocent” Japanese people “allowed” their emperor to wage war on the US….. Iraq, Iran, etc, all fucked over because the “innocent” peoples “allowed” the evil terr’rists to thrive in their midst.
History is replete with it at every level, from nations down to individual households who raised one bad apple that raped and killed some local kids, everyone else eventually turns up at their door and holds all these “innocent” people responsible for what they “allowed” to happen.
Scared yet?
In real life, I have hung out with many Germans, hell, go back 400 years and I am one, Germanic anyway, get some beers in the bastards and chill and they will all tell you, WW2, cutting the nation in half, you can’t, it’s like splitting a family up, it leaves long lasting resentment, and so does being told you are all responsible for Adolf, because yeah, he did a lot of bad shit, but so did those he rose to power against, and he did a lot of good shit too, and times *were* fucking hard, and whatever real and genuine feelings of gratitude there was towards the allies in general and the good ole US of A at the end of the war, part of it was just general gratitude that the fucking war itself was over, but what followed, no, that didn’t win any long term friendships or loyalties either.
NOT the kind of conversation a yank or a canuck or an arab or a chink can have with a German, same as a New York “irishman” who drinks green beer on St Patrick’s day can’t have a discussion with a bunch of Irishmen about the north and south and troubles and so on.
Ukraine is the same, some of the guys in Romania and Slovakia and Belarus, and indeed in Russia, can have such a conversation with the Ukes, but you and I cannot.
“Everyone knows” we live in a modern multicultural digital age melting pot, and we are so much more advanced than the wogs with all their tribal wars and shit, won’t be no Hutu and Tutsi here, oh wait, Serbia.. Ukraine…
Uniting the two Germany’s did one thing, it put the family back together, erased the arbitrary shit the allies imposed, and made it very difficult, save for outside influence, for there to be a civil war.
However much a former east and west German might hate one another, at least they are family, if you want to piss them both off, come in and start extracting their minerals and giving them fuck all in return, and take over their states.
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Shouldn’t really have to say this, thought it should be self explanatory from saying the USA would be the first place in human history where the people were NOT held responsible for what their leaders did, so, yeah, of fucking COURSE I am applying that to myself as a UK citizen too…
I’ll attribute this to him because he outed it in the comments to the last post, so credit where it is due.
It’s a nice little example of what he was saying, and where I was going to progress to from the last one anyway..
The pic is of a bike I nearly bought last year, nearly as in I would have, but for some reason the bank decided I wasn’t worth lending the (7k) money to.
I have no idea why they made this decision, they were wrong, I could quite easily have afforded the repayments, hell, I had 30% of the price in cash in my account, and no debts or credit of any kind, I guess that’s why they didn’t like me as a potential debtor… but the vendor made precisely zero effort on my behalf so I just shrugged and walked away, assholes to it and to them as a dealer.
See, the black bitch was still in the workshop under a tarp, largely disassembled, probably to be resurrected “one day”, but not to be sold.. ever… the black bitch pre-dated the ex see…
However, I did sell another bike in the interim, it was also gathering dust under a tarp, but it was made to start and run in a day, and then sold.
Which is where we come in with DMJ and his bloody lemons.
https://wimminz.wordpress.com/2014/05/03/knowledge-supposition-and-lies/#comments
The black bitch was not for sale, the black bitch is *hugely* customised, there is hardly a single component on it that is still factory, sure, most of the components *came* from a factory, but over time they all got modified, for example the engine casings had the maker’s name ground out of them, before being polished, other bits got drilled and milled and chamfered, which makes it all incredibly personal to me, which makes it less attractive than a stock used whatever it once was to *every* single potential buyer out there.
It was a reasonably good lemon that was taken out of the market.
But, and this is related to the last post and type 1 and 2 questions, when you have a thing, a belief, an assumption, that you have invested a certain amount of confidence in, and you then make a BET on that, eg I bought the black bitch back in the day, you start to enter different territory.
Of course confidence in a vehicle is an unknowable thing, you cannot ever be 100% sure beforehand that it will start today, and get you to your destination, and back again, hassle free….. sure, you can be 99 point 999 etc confident, but you cannot KNOW 100% in advance.
So, over time, you get to know that thing better, you get to refine your initial judgement call, you get to also make a judgement call on your initial bet, and any subsequent investments… did I throw good money after bad etc.
So, obviously, at the time, the black bitch wasn’t costing me anything, it was just sitting there, and equally obviously it could be fixed up for a *lot* less than buying the FXST above, and it wasn’t an either or, I did not have to get rid of one to finance the other, it wasn’t a point of no return as far as the black bitch was concerned to buy the FXST.
But, when el banco said nyet, it disappointed me for as long as it took to shrug my shoulders at the sales guy in the dealership.
I wasn’t any worse off.
Not because I still had the black bitch.
Because I had *NOT* made a 7k bet on the FXST.
Meanwhile, as far as the black bitch is concerned, it may not be cherry, but there are no surprises left there, and it doesn’t owe me anything, but it also has that indefinable something that anything that accompanies you for years acquires.
Today, I just threw out a leather (riding) jacket that I bought when I was 17, I kept it for so many years in defiance of all the truthful comments that it looked like it has been pulled off a corpse, that was dug up, after being killed going through a gravel mill, and that corpse prolly stole it from another corpse…
I kept it because it had that indefinable something.
I threw it out today because even that something is history.
It has passed into legend, a legend that nobody else on the planet is even aware of, just me, so it is a legend that will die with me, but one that will also live as long as I do.
The black bitch, well, not a lemon, but certainly not cherry either… indefinable something, for sure, legendary status? No.. it just hasn’t been involved in enough yet.
At the risk of making myself a hostage to fortune, I have some time ago decided that the black bitch needs to run again, is it economically viable? Nope. No way.
In fact I have zero chance of ever even getting back the money I am spending NOW, much less what went before or the purchase price or anything else.
I am, in the language of the last post, making a very large bet on the black bitch.
I have no good reason to believe I won’t get it running again, much less on the road, but the fact is, it ain’t run for 9 years, so I do not KNOW I will get it running, my budget and commitment is limited, even if it is out of all proportion to any likely returns.
I’m making the bet because, in the language of the last post, seeing as I bought it used, it wasn’t a type 1 question, it was a type 2 question, and the bike itself as it was then, and the previous owner, gave me enough confidence, I was 75-80% sure I wasn’t buying a lemon, and the price was good enough for that, so I made the bet.
Again, in the language of the last post, in several years of storage and ownership and use, the black bitch never gave me any reason to revise that confidence downwards.
On the contrary, everything it has done has served to support my initial “faith” placed in it, even if my *confidence* rating hasn’t gone up, given it is a non runner at the moment, my confidence IN my initial confidence rating has… IYSWIM…
All of which finds me, like DMJ says, sitting at my lemon stand with nothing on show for sale, I ain’t selling anything, and I ain’t buying anything either.
Yet, as the black bitch shows, it isn’t because I am a cold heartless calculating mercenary bastard, on the contrary, I am more than capable of maintaining my faith in and loyalty to something, long after there is any actual current observable benefit to me for doing so.
In part, this is because there IS a benefit, it’s just one of those weird ones that just happens to make a *really* good test of whether you are a man, or a wimminz or niggerz, and it’s an easy test, did you nod and smile to yourself back up there when I talked about my jacket becoming a legend?
Whether or not the black bitch runs, the fucking around and fettling I am doing to it right now is a huge positive benefit to me as a man, I am exercising the “let’s see if we can make this legendary” muscle, and I can tell you quite honestly that since I started fucking with the black bitch again, I tidied the fucking workshop *properly*, the compressor electrics are on the to do list, I’ve just ordered a new USB breakout for the CNC as the parallel port thing and associated PC with parallel port was getting old and obsolete and it needs sorting anyway, I’ve purged a load of old crap, *everything* is going through the washer and dryer, and I’m generally being more active, instead of vegging in front of the giant screen watching some shit I’ve downloaded or surfing or playing some naff game.
You wanna ward off depression and old age and the boogeyman and everything else naff in life? Go work on seeing if you can make something legendary.
You don’t need loads of time or money or a workshop or anything specific, even a jacket will do.
Hell, all you fuckers who kept asking me why I kept sticking my cock in assorted sluts, y’all never really got a good answer, just “I like sex”, but who knows, maybe I was seeing if I could make my cock legendary too (in the same way as my jacket, only to me) or maybe all of it, the whole shooting match, in fact the whole fucking lemonade emporium, is just my way of not letting anything the skank ho ex or anyone else could do beat me, maybe I’m just working on making myself legendary… lol
“I’ve been with three men before you….”
Never could have a reasonable discussion about that one, because it takes two to have a reasonable discussion… but if I amalgamate several into one…
See, thing is babe, I do not KNOW how many men you have been with before me, I wasn’t there, and knowledge of events isn’t a skill or ability that I can learn, or anything else, knowledge of events is something that is so difficult it is almost impossible to discover accurately at a later date.
It’s not so much that I think you are lying, and the number is nearer 30 or 300, what we are dealing with there is my belief or thoughts or assumptions, and that is a separate but related thing that comes later, and if we focus on that now, we lose track of the real and important point, which is that the text in red above is exactly akin to saying…
“I do not know how tall the building that once stood here was at the roofline when it was still standing”
Sure, y’all can TELL me, show me pictures, show me apparently identical buildings today, but unless I was THERE, with a theodolite back when it WAS standing, and took actual measurements… I do not KNOW…. even if I remember it standing before the supermarket and car park went in, unless I measured it, I do not KNOW.
So, the measurement, whether of building height of cock count, is a number.
If I KNOW, then my confidence is that number is absolute, 100%, if I do not know, then my confidence is not absolute, the response here is not that I am 90% sure, it is a yes / no response to the question “Is your confidence in this number absolute, 100%?”
This is a binary question, the possible answers are not numerically rounded probabilities, they are “yes, absolute 100% confidence” and “every other possible answer“
AFTER we ask the yes / no to the above question is your confidence absolute, THEN we can get into the second separate but related thing I talked about above.
What is your confidence in this answer in the range from 99.999999999999999% to 0%?
Immediately, you hit the stumbling block, everyone, including all wimminz, completely unrealistically, insists you have 100% confidence, what’s with this 0.000000000000001% lack of confidence shit???? Round it up motherfucker and gimme 100%, the difference is so small as to make no fucking difference anyway…
The inverse of 0.000000000000001 is 1,000,000,000,000,000, and I am here to tell you that no engineer ever anywhere on the planet ever said there was a 1 in a quadrillion chance of this fucker ever failing to work….
Nota bene, I’m not even going anywhere near the differences between improbability and impossibility, black swan theory, and the fact that if you win a 1 in 1,000 prize draw ticket, 999 other tickets each with a 1 in 1,000 chance had to have NOT come to the top… eg 999 equally (im)probable events failed to pass.
So, we have two things;
1/ Do I KNOW? With ABSOLUTE confidence. Y/N
2/ In the vast majority of all possible things in life where the answer to Q1 above MUST be NO, what probable confidence do I assign in the range of 99.999999999999999% down to 0.000000000000001%?
See, you thought I was going to say down to 0%, but that would be wrong, as that is also an absolute certainty, although in this case it is an absolute certainty that the answer CANNOT be known… eg “How tall am I? to the nearest micron?”
Now, given these two things (three really, given the whole 0% thing, but we will come back to that later too..) let us move on to the next stage… how important are these two things, and what’s the difference, if there even is one.
Well, now it comes down to what ACTION, inaction or decision you are going to make, based upon your answer to the above.
I know my (lease) car “says” it has done 130,000 miles, that’s what the odometer says, but they can be clocked or swapped.
I know I personally have done 55,000 miles in it. And of course that means I know how it was driven for every one of those 55k miles, even if I ASSUME the remaining 75k is correct, I know nothing of how many people drove it, or how they drove it..
It’s now 3 years old, time for the leasing company to sell it and me to get a new one.
The “value” of the current one is largely based on factors that the prospective buyer is never going to know.
They are going to assume the mileage is correct, but it would be “worth” a lot more advertised with 50k on the clock instead of 140k… I know plenty of companies that bought new cars, gutted the interiors, instruments and all, put new interiors in, drove the shit out of them for two years, put the ORIGINAL kit back in the car, drove it for another year, THEN sold it on, based on the readings on the instruments.
You see where we are going with this, skank ho X is “worth” a lot more with a perceived 3 cocks on the carousel, rather than 30, or 300, I don’t KNOW either way, nobody but her does, because nobody but her was there all through her life, but in the question 2 sense, I can come up with a belief number in the scale 99.999999999999999% to 0.000000000000001% IN THE NUMBER I HAVE BEEN GIVEN.
Like the car mileage, the IMPORTANCE is a lot greater if I am considering buying it, rather than just discussing your car with you or getting a lift from you or borrowing or renting it.
I have often heard long term steady relationships described as being renting or leasing with the option to own at a later date, heard this said of cars too…
Tell me this, if the fucker wasn’t worth buying when it had 7 miles on the clock, and a manufacturer’s warranty and all new unused components, what makes it worth buying NOW??? I have already had the best out of that car, it is literally all downhill from here.
So bitch, the question of whether you have had 3 cocks. or 30, or 300, only really has any significant importance to me, IF I am considering a long term relationshit with you.
I can NEVER answer question 1 with a yes. By definition.
It is not even all down to my answer to question 2, it is what bet I am going to place on my answer to question 2.
In my own interests, I should be erring on the conservative site, a lower estimate of confidence, and limiting the size of the bet.
In your interests, I should be erring on the credible side, a higher estimate of confidence, and increasing the size of the bet.
And this is where the conversation with the wimminz should get to, because now we have done no more than establish a common and open dialogue, I am genuinely here to buy a car, and you are genuinely here to sell me a car, and we should BOTH do OK out of the deal and walk away happy.
If you’re giving me all the sales monkey cowboy car sales bullshit I’m walking off the fucking lot, we CANNOT do a deal, because the only deal you want to do is one that shafts me.
This is the fucking problem, this is where the negotiation process should START, but with wimminz today, this is the END of it, fuck off outta my car lot ya bastard.
Hey baby, you did 135 mph and 55 mpg urban for your first owner, why won’t you do it for me?
Yeah, well, he paid 25k for the privilege, you can have me for X, and there you have it, what is X?
I *know* they will be doing the pro valet and full main dealer service history and only 3 years old shit and going for 10k, me, I wouldn’t pay more than 1k, I have literally seen it start to fall apart and all sorts of things including wiring loom problems start to go wrong…. 1k is a gamble… but I could always break it for parts.
10k… no fucking way.
I’ll say again, I don’t have a problem with a high mileage many owner car, I don’t even have a problem with lots of maintenance, provided the car is basically sound and the parts and reasonable, so that for me AT ALL TIMES I HAVE A RELIABLE AND DEPENDABLE RIDE.
But I can’t even get there if the other party refuses any and all deals that are not to my disadvantage.
I can’t even get to the fucking negotiating table.
And this brings us right back to the start.
The REASON I cannot get there is their insistence that a 0.5% answer to question 2 is damn well good enough to be rounded up to 100% absolute certainty question 1 answer, even though it is quite explicitly not even possible to ask that question 1 and get anything except a NO, a pre-requisite before you can ask the question 2 that they do ask, and insist on a question 1 answer to it, and by the way buddy, you better bet your entire life on this fucker too.
When I sell a car, I will post pictures of every single document and receipt that I have, it’s not a full history usually, but it goes some way to establishing it, it gives you a feel.. if you have a bunch of receipts over several years but none of them show oils or filters or tyres or brakes, there is something missing from the story..
If the MOT (https://www.gov.uk/browse/driving/mot-insurance) has 6 months or less to run, you’re gonna think, meh, they KNOW it won’t pass the next test without a lot of work….. 1 or 2 months left to run, it’s a rust-bucket, doesn’t matter WHAT the advert says, put 12 months MOT on the car and it will sell for LOADS more, the only way you as the seller would not do that is if the MOT repair bill was going to be horrendous, and you fucking know it…
And wimminz, I am not even getting into the whole thing about who gives a shit what we agree to now, the state will intervene on your behalf every time, and whatever we agree to now will be dust in the wind.
I’m explaining the problems even getting the we agree now shit sorted.
Actually, no, I am explaining why it is flatly fucking impossible to even have that negotiation.
I have deflowered virgins in the past, ok, an intact full hymen just means they ain’t had nothing larger than a finger up that hole, says nothing about the ass and mouth, but, first… fuck you all, I don’t care what you think, it’s like becoming a dad, it don’t matter what you think, when it happens…. when you deflower a virgin you DO bond and fall in love… don’t deny it, you’re fucking hard wired to.
I’m not saying y’all go all monogamy and marriage and white picket fences, but you DO fall in love with that sweet little cunt.
Then one day she fucks some other guy, and at that point, assholes to it, out come the sex toys, the days of that particular cunt being tight and sweet and special are all over.
Ain’t NO wimminz on the planet with a cock count that IN REALITY exceeds 1 that don’t know EXACTLY what I am talking about…. the instant transition when her first cock found out there had been another, doesn’t matter who, and from there on it’s all a matter of degree… sound familiar to the whole Q1 and Q2 thing? It should…
It’s a magic spell, one use only, and small magic at that, not big magic.
You KNOW only what you directly saw, minus all those genuine knowledge facts that you destroyed every single time you placed supposition and lies into the same bowl as knowledge.
You do not need to KNOW, to live, to go out in the world, to make deals… you can get by fine on suppositions, if you’re canny enough.
You DO need to be canny enough, which you can’t be, once you start putting supposition and lies in the same bowl as knowledge, and start making stupid and insupportable bets on it in the belief that it is all knowledge.
Calling supposition knowledge is the biggest lie of all.
So, how many cocks you had in your life girl?
It’s not a Q1 type question girl, I can never know, what’s left is it is a Q2 type question, you need to give me an answer that is probably close to the truth… the answer itself is far far far less important than its proximity to the truth.
I’ve been with three men before you…. who knows, it could be true, in some cases (and I am speaking historically now, not talking about mature wimminz who have been separated and “single” for 5 years now…lol) but if I now, or ever in the future, assign a probability of less than 0.5 that it is true, NO MATTER WHAT THE NUMBER, and NO MATTER WHAT THE QUESTION, then you have problems.
That third bit I mentioned above, when you give not a 0.000000000000001% confidence rating to the answer you have given me, but a flat 0% rating, eg I KNOW for a fucking fact you just lied to me, as happened once by way of example, I was stood in the skank’s kitchen, having just returned a box set of DVD’s that I had borrowed, talking to her teenage son (yeah, mum is out) so I give you a bell on the mobile and say hey baby, what you doing, and you tell me you are home in bed just taken some sleeping pills hunny…..lol, then you get a flat 0% rating, and it applies to EVERYTHING about you.
it’s not the porn career or the 40 guy gangbang or anything else that killed it for you in my book, they were just factors in negotiation, the 0% rating kills it.
I cannot EVER afford to make ANY bet, NO MATTER HOW SMALL, on anything you say, EVER.
And bitch, that is what makes you a wimminz, and boy, do you ever have a lot of company.
Back in the day, me and a mate turned up at this guy’s place.
The guy did not know that I had a mate who once shared a flat with one of the main guys who developed the CD for Philips, nor did he know when I started with them blanks were 50 quid a pop.
So he pulls out the CD-R and starts enthusing, you got to remember, back in the day it was quite probable that the CD had a larger capacity than the HD in the PC, indeed for a time this very factor was one of the strings of anti-game piracy… that and deliberately created bad sectors so most early CD copy software would fall over.
So, like I said, he was enthusing, here was a single disk that that could either hold a complete multimedia encyclopaedia, or dozens or even hundreds of programs, not just the one… both of these abilities were brand new.
It was interesting, it was fascinating, it was exciting, it was 450 floppies…
So the guy, geeking out in his enthusiasm, drops this acronym on us, and because it was new, he expanded it too.. this is a WORM disk he said, Write Once, Read Many, and then he went on to incorrectly claim that there was something nested and serpent-like about how the data itself was stored, but that’s beside the point.
Also, in that era, given the relatively HUGE capacity of CD-R compared to a PC HD, there was an element of 640k should be enough for anyone, no normal sane individual could ever generate enough material (emails / documents / spreadsheets etc) to fill one… if you had one of the new fangled digital cameras, yeah, you could eventually generate enough data, but at less than 100k for a compressed 640 x 480 pic, you’d still get an astonishing 7,000 of them on a disk.
The point is, I realised something today.
Wimminz brains, they are fucking WORM media.
This doesn’t mean they cannot learn, far from it, but the storage capacity is finite, and while adequate for cave living, is inadequate for a modern technological society, disk full…. which is a problem if you are running on write once media.
You know, last night I listened to a mid twenties wimminz who has literally, moments before, told me she was not “easy” and she “loved her kids more than n-e-fink” and then watched her giggle like a loon when her 5 year old daughter said mommy is a “fuck slut“, she then asked the kid what other names mummy has, and the kid says “cock jockey” and a few more that I now forget.
An information retrieval system does not process data, it just retrieves and regurgitates it, so the inherent dichotomy in what I witnessed is simply not even apparent to it.
An information retrieval system just needs to be efficient at what it does, storing and then retrieving data, at least until the disk is full.
The 5 year old from last night was well on the way to archiving the essential data.
The 25 year old skank ho single mommy has been “disk full” for at least 10 years.
The implications of this, if correct, are nothing less than profound.
It means that Wimminz are in effect just a biological information storage and retrieval machine able to pass the Turing Test.
It means that wimminz are information storage and retrieval machines, not information processing machines, which means wimminz will not be inventing anything… oh.. wait… Marie Curie, the exception that proves the rule…
It explains every argument I have ever had with a wimminz, and their uncanny ability to respond by listing various events that have no connection whatsoever with the issue at hand.
It explains why wimminz are literally incapable of processing any retrieved data, ALL retrieved data has exactly the same value, it was retrieved, end of story. Accuracy or truth? Irrelevant. That is a processing question.
It explains why as the disk fills up the archiving algorithms get ever more selective in what gets written, they have to be bigger and bigger events, and the compression is higher and higher.
It explains why wimminz have an atavistic attraction to anything that offers to assist in information archiving and retrieval, cf iphone and fuckbook.
The vote? The cunts aren’t even HUMAN, not by the lights of the Turing Test, that there is INTELLECT there.
But sometimes a forlorn hope is all we have.
Now and again you’ll read in the papers about some dude who gets his left arm and both testicles eaten off by feral rabbits, and instead of breaking him, it becomes a life changing experience, suddenly they appreciate being ALIVE…
As I’ve mention very recently, two skanks end up in hospital, life threatening shit, not theoretically so, 50/50 chance you die on the table shit… they are far from the first to experience such things, I have known many.
Yet to meet one who made it who saw it as an opportunity to break out of the rut and make some fucking changes, every one I have seen just wanted to get better so they could go back to the exact same fucking life they had before.
Hoping for peace in the Ukraine is like hoping skank ho # 352,747 gets a fucking clue and presses the brake pedal on the spiral of self destruction, it might happen, sure, but it’s a forlorn hope, and if it does happen or the wheels don’t fall off the handcart, it will be more by luck than judgement.
Me longing for world peace is like me longing for a good woman, it’s a bit like the old definition of hereafter, if you’re here after what I’m after here, you’ll be here after I’m gone…
In the AfORisms I talk about “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink”
The reality is “You can lead a horse to water, but what’s the fucking point?” If the asshole wanted a drink he’d (better) find his own way to the fucking water…
See, I’m no different, and no better, skank #3 from yesterday has a friend, I haven’t fucked her friend, and so that unexplored territory is more interesting to me than all the already explored shit, even though I know it’s the same as every other fucking lamp post, it’s just one I haven’t personally pissed on yet… what’s a dawg to do…
I’ve always been of the opinion that a pandemic was more likely than a war, as a method for mother nature to clean house, but now I’m wondering, because by all rights people alive today in the western world should be the healthiest motherfuckers that ever walked the fucking planet, but it just ain’t so.
Y’all who’re in your twenties and think being able to bench press 300 lbs is health, it ain’t man, it ain’t even related.
Kids today are taking fucking lifetime doses of drugs over an entire fucking year that I used to do in a week, week in, week out, and if you compare me to the 30 and 40 year olds around, and my contemporaries, you start to wonder if it wasn’t a fucking health food.
I could say the same shit about booze, wind the window down at 120 kmh and casually vomit out the window, one hand on the wheel, one eye on the road, on the way to the next bar…
That, and that fact that I never really got into shifting my diet to all the convenience and prepackaged and processed foods, at least, not exclusively, and maybe some good genes, but I know that ain’t true.
Fact is my health has been cruising on momentum alone since I was 16, ain’t done shit to help it, sedentary lifestyle, unfit as fuck, but still slim on my one meal a day, don’t get sick, and I *still* look at others and think what the fuck did you DO to yourself to get so fucked up?
I keep paring shit off in life, lets take wimminz, back when I was 16 I thought X, since then I have been steadily whittling away at it, trying to find what is real.
Quite some time ago I got to the point where I whittled away the horse to water thing, will she won’t she, nah, fuck it, just assume she won’t, ever…
Get down to all the flesh is gone, all that is left is literally a photo of the wimminz, yeah, sometimes you can find some that look attractive, whittle away, whittle away, even the pics ain’t doin it no more.
Everything you were ever told is a lie man, and I wouldn’t go setting no store by anything I say either.
So if I’m so bored shitless of life, why do I bother, why am I still here?
I’ve played all the games in the casino.
I’ll level with you, I can feel the ozone in the air, there is a storm coming, and I always LOVED thunder and lighting, the real genuine tropical shit.
I don’t think the matinee has even started yet.
This is true shit.
Skank #1 was supposed to be seeing me again this weekend, last week got taken into hospital, serious surgery.
Skank #2 was supposed to be seeing me for the first time next weekend, last week got taken into hospital, the big C
So it’s 11 pm and I’m texting one and talking to the other on the phone, cos, you know bro, I can play that lay-away game too, with an ah well fatalistic shit happens but not really bothered attitude.
Get a text, another skank, Skank #3, I literally haven’t spoken to her for 18 months, she is saying hey babe, I’m in town, you around, I miss u… kissy kissy kissy…
15 minutes later she is kneeling here with my cock in her giving it the whole you are the one thing… and there is the thing, you can’t get to #3 without playing the lay-away but don’t give a fuck game with #1 and #2, it’s an evolution, a progression.
It may not be the greatest fuck on the planet, but it is available, on demand, and rightaway that changes your attitude to all the other cunt out there.
In the last post, doo-wah-diddy, I’m really talking about the same shit.
Whether it is individuals, or the big state, or the middle sized state institutions, if they have citizens that are available to be fucked over, on demand, 24/7, right away that changes their attitude to every other citizen out there, including you and me bro.
Which leads to the big question, which is the dog, which is the tail, and who is wagging who…
Is the availability of citizens willing to be fucked over creating this behaviour in the state, or is it the other way around, or is it a mutually sustaining ecology?
These questions, and the answers to them, are important, because they give us a clue to the future.
The skanks above aren’t going to see any change in me unless they first remake themselves, and I’m not going to remake myself in the hope they change, because I have seen that film before.
The citizens aren’t going to see any change in the state unless the citizens remake themselves, and the state isn’t going to remake itself in the hope the citizens change… repeat and rinse.
This is the problem with the Prisoner’s Dilemma, it comes into play when trust, faith and respect for the other player has been lost, and once you get there, then there is no easy or painless way back out.
If we extrapolate from doo-wah-diddy, we can see that what people DO is what counts, this is their true intention, not what they say, ergo, everything that DOES happen is someone’s plan coming together, may not be the person you think at the wheel, but someone is, and that is their plan, working to plan.
So f everything that happens is someone’s plan, but it is nevertheless a chaotic situation, with thousands of different people with thousands of different plans, but simultaneously we are all in the prisoner’s dilemma, we are all random numbered skanks, you can paint a picture of possible futures, and improbable futures.
Talk to anyone under 25, if you are a government or the state, you got a problem right there, because the whole question of faith and trust simply does not arise, you may be able to govern and control them, but not by any system that worked the past 100 years.
It might be fun to analyse how we got here, like analysing how I got here with skanks 1 to 3, but it doesn’t help any with the future, because the future starts from where we really are, not where we would like to be.
And where we are is lots of individuals acting independently, according to their own plans, and usually being damned at every turn by everyone else’s plans.
Which is why things like the Ukraine are so dangerous, it’s just one plan of many, even bigger plans like terminating the US$ as a world reserve and trade currency is just one of several plans, and even if you were able to take all the human plans and put them together and analyse and correlate and assimilate them, there are the plans of nature, and the plans of the physical world, where society is literally a function of the per diem per capita energy budget available.
I’m not a nuclear physicist, I don’t know how easy it is to build a practical thorium reactor, but even I can see the argument that we went with uranium because of the weaponisation possibilities, and even I can see that we as a race never, ever, ever, start making alternative plans until it is already far too late for a smooth transition.
The story of Edison (DC) and Tesla (AC) and the bitter battles they waged for ECONOMIC supremacy, about a thing as central to civilisation as electricity, should tell you all you need to know…. and neither of these men or the groups they represented could even conceive of the silicon chip, or the internet, or the simple fact that CPU power is now an integral part of civilisation.
When it comes to individuals generally and individual wimminz specifically, people pretty much have no problem getting on board with the following;
1/ Judge them by what they DO, not what they say they will do, are doing, have done.
2/ What they DO is governed by their TRUE intentions.
3/ Where what they say and what they do differs, then what they say is part of the strategy to make the doing easier and less effort on their part.
However, when it comes to groups of people and institutions, suddenly people have much more difficulty with this idea, until you make the groups and institutions so vast they they become “them” and “the government”
“The state” has been, according to what they say, “waging a war on / against drugs” since at least 1965, that’s what they say.
And you cannot judge the vast amounts of manpower and money and materiel and time expended in this as being an example of DOING either, if you are having a war on drugs, the only example of doing that counts is winning that war.
If you are NOT winning that war, they you are not DOING, so what are you doing instead?
You’re growing a vast and powerful and intrusive branch of state “security” that can go anywhere it wants and do anything it wants.
QED.
Again, down at the individual level, if the bitch is not ACTUALLY MAKING THE marriage / relationshit work, and succeeding, then everything she says about love and trust and commitment and family is bullshit.. the reality is it is a job with better terms and conditions than waiting tables at the diner.
It’s the middle ground in between where people have difficulty accepting this.
Which is insane, because the middle ground is fucking HUUUGE, it’s like a guy stood on the primordial plains in hunter gatherer mode.
He looks off 20 miles into the distance at the horizon, and says that is all bullshit, but it don’t matter, cos it is out of reach.
He looks at his hands and a yard around himself, and says that is all bullshit, but it don’t matter, because it is all in reach.
He looks at everything in between, ah, there lies opportunity, it’s all potentially in reach, so I don’t want any of it to be bullshit.
The secret family courts have been secret since the mid seventies, to protect da chiiildwun, and despite two full generations passing, no kids have been protected by this secrecy, but a lot of iniquitous larceny and family breakdown has… QED.
THAT IS WHAT IT IS THERE FOR, the secret family courts are working EXACTLY as intended.
So is the political process that sees whores like Blair and Obama rise to the top.
and yet, time and time and time again, like junkies returning 3 hours later for the next fix, I see people going back to these delusional bullshit descriptions of what things are, and wondering out loud why a local policeman is not held to the same standards and rules as a local car mechanic, for example.
Everything, everywhere you look, is doing EXACTLY what it was intended to do from the outset.
Does the “customer service support” process singularly fail to treat you as a customer, or deliver any service, or support you, despite progressing through 20 different people in seven different calls?
Then WHY, dear fucking god WHY, do you think, for even a fucking INSTANT, that it is somehow broken, and not working EXACTLY as it was designed to do.
The more sacred the cow, the easier it is to tell a lie that will push the desired trigger, so they bigger the lie you can tell.
Fucking some 7 year old up the ass, that’s fucking Amex Black Card buddy, you can get away with ANYTHING in the name of that, and not one fuck is given about any individual 7 year old getting their ass reamed… not one.
In fact, sometime the opposite is the case… “Mission Accomplished” is fatal.
I knew people who ran drugs, on a fucking industrial scale, and let me tell you, EVERY cunt knew, they HAD to, for it to work.
You CANNOT run a distribution network that large and far reaching, no matter how loosely, and have it any more obscure than the exact same sort of network for tobacco, or coffee, or sugar.
So instead every few weeks some asshole patsy is lined up, set up before they even appear on the scene, like a corporation deciding to advertise for a vacancy, here are a few tens or dozen of K, maybe even a ton or so if we had a bumper harvest, go sleepwalk into this trap we set up.
Back in the 80’s I saw, I’m talking touching distance, one of these little vested interest groupings having their own little power struggle, all very genteel and polite like, none of the hollywood masked gunmen and cattle prod to the testicles, that shit is for the gutter level recruits.
This was more along the lines of Jay Leno and Jerry Seinfeld having a dispute about who has the best collection, so Jerry gets one of the executives from his collection to go visit Jay’s collection and take a shit in the Bugatti.
No people were harmed, just money, which is just a way or keeping score, and some pecking order points.
So, one guy decides to push the envelope this way, lawyer wise, and weasel words accounting holding to the letter but not the spirit of the business arrangement with another guy, so less cash and product flows through the other guy.
The other guys smiles, sends his minions (la policia) out, and they seize the first guys 30+ metre yacht, and move it from the marina to the government quay.
The first guy doesn’t blink.
The other guy tells his minions to move on board, start storing 45 gall drums of diesel on the teak decks, start relaxing there, treat it as a clubhouse.
The first guy doesn’t blink.
The other guy tows it a scant 3 Km out to sea, where it is still *very* visible, and has his compadre in the navy use it as target practice for the 12.7 mm and 3″ main popgun… 5 million dollars (in late 80’s dollars) worth of yacht blown to shit and sunk.
And the difference it made to availability or price on the street?
None.
