Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

March 26, 2014

So I go into the local bikes and bits shop.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:27 pm

I’ll be the first to admit, haven’t been in there in quite some time, but still…

I’m after a carb rebuild kit, he asks me what bike, I tell him, never heard of it, he says, what year he says, I tell him, 1980, before I was born he says, can’t you search by the carb, Hitachi HSC40’s, no he says, and so it goes on.

I start to wander around the shop, tired and neglected looking old Triumph twin, 5 thousand 7 hundred fucking pounds, what the fuck.00282_please_complain_here

Listen to him telling some cunt on the phone about roller chains, yeah, we got 520, the DID’s I can do you for 40 quid but they are crap, got some other at 160 quid and they last forever (really, a fucking roller chain that lasts forever….)

I walk out in fucking disgust, never to go there again.

Wander down to the place just down the road from my pad, at least he has heard of 1980 Yams, and he is pretty honest, he tells me to forget it mate, nobody carries anything any more, get myself on to the internet, it’s what everyone else does.

Three pages of google results all shit, then I find these guys.

http://www.nrp-carbs.co.uk/

Send em an email, hey bro, can you sort me out, 20 minutes later, reply, yeah, no problem, comprehensive rebuild kit for those carbs is 19 quid each, includes everything except the diaphragm, and we do those too BTW, and BTW, front and rear carbs require a different kit because of the different jetting.

Fucker not only knows his product and replies pronto, he even knows (or checks, which is the same thing) that front and rear cylinders are jetted different.

While I am at it, a shout out for these guys too

http://www.ignitech.cz/en/

Fucking rock….

I am (yet again) going to quote Carl Sagan

“We’ve arranged a soci­ety based on sci­ence and tech­no­logy, in which nobody under­stands any­thing about sci­ence and tech­no­logy.


And this com­bust­ible mix­ture of ignor­ance and power, sooner or later, is going to blow up in our faces.


I mean, who is run­ning the sci­ence and tech­no­logy in a demo­cracy if the people don’t know any­thing about it?”

Fuckin’ A

That is one of the most profound things you will ever read, I shit you not.

You got to remember, I did not mug some random asshole in the street and quiz them on their knowledge of 34 year old Japanese bikes, I went to a fucking specialist motorcycle spare parts dealer who has been trading since at least 1990 to my own personal fucking knowledge, and the cunts have PC’s in front of them with up to the minute access to all the suppliers they could possibly want, and data, and microfiche files, and everything else you can shake a fucking stick at.

We are *****SO***** fucked.

 

March 23, 2014

whores charge too much

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:52 pm

If the national minimum wage is £6.31, and you get get asked to do pretty much any job for that, from dirty manual labour to skilled labour to 12 hours on your feet charging around an amazon warehouse, tell me why fucking is worth more?

I’m being utterly serious here.

Lots / most of the MRA sites whine about the feminazis don’t like whores because whores offer an alternate supply of access to cunt.

Sure they do, but it is way, way, way fucking overpriced, so it’s not really access is it.

No whore is worth more than £6.31 an hour, which is, by government standards, a basic living wage.

You cannot POSSIBLY be assigning a greater value to it than that, and not be a blue pill cunt worshipping simp, because after all, it is just sex, and not exclusive sex / monogamy / relationshit / marriage / mother-of-my-children sex, but JUST sex.

In fact if I am going to book you for longer than an hour or two, eg overnight,  then you’d better be spending the rest of the fucking time cooking, cleaning and scratching my balls, because otherwise I can just hire a maid to do that shit and hit on her for free.

You see, lacking the ability to OWN a wimminz, like a chattel, a slave, personal property, every postulated longer term relationshit / benefit / extra is just dust in the wind, there is no way, literally not a single fucking way, that I can enforce it.

In fact hiring you as a whore, either on an hourly basis or on a regular weekly / monthly contract, gives me so many MORE benefits that every other method on offer, if I house isn’t cleaned adequately, you’re fired, if my food is not on the table, you’re fired, if my balls haven’t been drained, you’re fired, it’s basically the same deal I get offered by my employer, do these things or get fired, want the job?

If you are my employee and you produce a new idea thanks to the environment I provide and input I provide, I own that idea, you do not.

If you are my wife and you produce a child thanks to the environment I provide and input I provide, you own that child, I do not.

It is sheer fucking insanity.

I’m in my fifties, jelly and comics and playing cowboys and indians no longer has any appeal to me, it’s not that I have forgotten these things, or can’t get them or do them, they just don’t have any appeal any longer.

Same with wimminz, I just lose fucking interest in 99.9% of them within 5 seconds of the cunts opening their mouths and saying something.

It’s a game I have played so fucking often I have seen and heard every possible permutation so often, so very fucking often, that it is about as interesting as watching a coin toss, really, you expect me to still keep avidly and frantically watching every single one, on the off chance that one of these days one of them is going to do something different, develop antigravity at the top of the arc, then develop inertialess drive and zap off at 100,000 Km/sec before returning and turning into a bacon sandwich and a pint of brown ale?

Property, it’s the same shit really, if it *can* be taken from you, then you don’t own it, and I’m damned if I can think of anything that *can’t* be taken from you, at a whim, at the stroke of a pen, and that includes life and liberty and your own flesh and blood. Property is indeed an illusion.

Trawl social media and there is an endless supply of wimminz who think the earth is bigger than the sun, creationism has a place in schools, jealously is healthy and not forgetting that old standby that art is *much* more important than science…. all typed out over the fucking internet…

I have to tell you, against such a backdrop of arrogant and profound stupidity, I find myself coming over all “Meh”, no matter what the supposed atrocity, 5 year old girls forced to endure full penetrative sex, meh, wimminz and children left homeless and without heat or food, meh, people imprisoned for crimes they did not commit, meh, entire countries and economies raped and pillaged, meh, Putin annexing the Sudetenland H^H^H^H^ Crimea, meh, I don’t give a fuck.

In the last 24 hours I have seen;

  1. A wimminz bundle a child into a front wheel drive car with a flat nearside rear tyre, something that causes sudden rapid and uncontrollable loss of control at speed.
  2. A wimminz and child with a flat battery outside my front door, me with workshop full of tools, battery charger, jump leads you name it.
  3. 2 wimminz with their lives coming apart at the seams due to their own actions.
  4. A relative who has had two of her family diagnosed with terminal cancer in the past six months, to add on to the kid who is a fucking professional victim
  5. A truck prop shaft lying in the middle of the fast lane on a dual carriageway.

My reaction to all of these was to note them, go “Meh”, and carry on as if nothing ever happened, because being brutally honest it didn’t. If it doesn’t involve me, it doesn’t count.

There are no fucking innocents any more, if it happens to you, it’s your fault.

Plenty of shit is going to happen to all of us, it’s how you react that counts.

30 years ago, hell 20 years ago, fuckit, maybe even 10 years ago, I’d have been first responder to all of these, not for praise, not for thanks, not for remuneration, not for karma, just because it was obviously something that needed doing, and I was there, and I could do it.

IN GOD WE TRUST, EVERYONE ELSE PAYS CASH.

It’s a bitch, what’s in it for me, and payment better be up front.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Nero fiddled while Rome burned.

My dad was fond of grinning and saying “Adolf was right”, it used to upset people but because he grinned he got away with it, just a non-funny joke in bad taste eh, yeah well, he’s been dead 25 years now, and I no longer think he was joking…. so we were talking over a coffee, Huwaei, the company that had every western guvvmint up in arms about because of the security implications of using their routers and switches and shit in our networks, turn out not only have the NSA hacked us, the NSA hacked them years ago… so Huwaei stole IP from Cisco and made a cheaper and better clone, which made them evil, even though Cisco are the ones who handed over the keys to the system to the NSA, because being chinks they can’t be trusted, get hacked by the NSA, so now everything is trebly untrustworthy, and I say “Adolf was right” and get looks like I have said something wrong.

Meh

 

 

March 22, 2014

Broken things.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 11:39 am

Take a look at the new HP Procurve switches, or more specifically, the OS….

Out of the box set up is about 6 things you have to select by console, then you get a http gui that actually works, not a “it’s all there somewhere if you know the nomenclature” sort of web based gui you get with Draytek, but with visual representations and iconography and mouse click and drag select for a whole bunch of ports etc.

Of course you should disable the web gui from the console once done, but as a management tool it rocks.

Petersen in the states did a book years ago for HD, what fits what, can you put shovel barrels on a pan bottom end? and a knuck head on that? and so on? The Petersen book would tell you…… bit like the arcane knowledge that the old Bedford 6 cylinder petrol pistons would fit a BSA 440 single, with a minor mod in the lathe.

In my day job not a day goes by when I do not see questions such as will an 1921 ABC work in place of an 1921 BCD, and will IOS 124.22.t5 work in place of IOS 124.24.t3?

Of course the answers are that a lot of the times these things do work OK, provided you never unexpectedly hit an edge condition, where suddenly and unexpectedly it all just stops working….. yesterday’s two jobs were a bit like that, 29xx series Cisco with various ehwic cards, including a xdsl one for the adsl line, on which hangs 12 desks, all with a desktop PC running Citrix cloud, and a VOIP phone… the wonder in many ways is that it works at all….. the fix was as arcane and mystical, replace the apparently not faulty ehwic, rj11 cable and microfilter, oh, which just happens to mean powering down and restarting the system…. yippee, it works.

The Engineer in me weeps like a tortured soul, no smoking gun was found, so no fault can be declared to have been found and no fix declared to have been implemented, but with parts and all that’s 500 quid that cost someone…

The Engineer in me sees that Citrix / XenApp works when the client machines are running an office app, and that office app is word or excel or outlook, not powerpoint, and no other massive data streams like big powerpoints or streaming video in a browser, hello youtube, iplayer, or most fucking commercial websites now with flash video, just the basic three office productivity apps and NOTHING ELSE, you want about 256k per desktop, which is 5x what Citrix say is the minimum, even though Citrix refuse to answer this question with anything except “it depends”.

So 4 per meg, so you go to a adsl site and it’s getting 12 meg… DOWN, the a in adsl stands for async, so it’s getting 1.2 meg UP, so no more than 5 desktops running the basic 3 office productivity apps, or it gets sluggish…. and into this they have 12 desktops AND 12 VOIP phones.

Of course everyone lied to make all those sales, so saying “Guys, you need a 10 meg up/down line, either EFM or fibre” makes all those earlier sales lies obvious lies…. so whereas the xdsl connection is 30 quid a month for “12 meg”, a “10 meg” EFM circuit will start at 350 a month, plus install fees etc etc etc.

For a 12 desk office this is a pound a desk a day, which should be a no-brainer when it comes to productivity, but all the bean-counters see is 12 x 350 = another £4,200 a year blown out the window.

The cost of the office, light and heat, the desktops, the voip phones, the cisco kit itself, the managed switch, the vpn, blow all this away, somewhere in there is 12 x bags of meat on salary.

Fact is, NASA ****RAN**** the fucking Mars rover over a 56k connection with *staggering* latency, so really, 12/1.5 meg xdsl *is* enough to run a small 12 desk office, even one routinely dealing in high quality photos such as an estate agent / realtor.

1.5 mbit/sec = 5 gigabytes in an 8 hour day, it really is enough.

Provided you don’t play with broken things.

There is good anarchy and bad anarchy, what I see every single day of my working life is bad anarchy, there is no discipline, no order, no consistency, no integrity, no pride in workmanship, so instead of saying 12/1.5 is actually plenty good enough for a 12 desk office, provided we do shit right, so lets do shit right and make doing shit right a core part of the employment contract, what I do see is a bunch of separatist isolated groups all looking to their own ends and not quite in open hostilities with each other, but he who gets the most bucks wins.

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In a previous life as a Marine Engineer I used to work for millionaires and billionaires, fixing their yachts, a conversation I had time and time and time again was regarding the full time engineers on said yachts, if they could do their fucking job, I would not have had one, so I did not complain.

That shit is OK when it is some rich asshole’s private floating palace, that shit is not OK when it is every commercial ship on the sea, plane in the sky, or train on the tracks, or truck on the roads.

Name me one of any of the above, shipping company, airline, railroad or trucking company, that does all their own maintenance and repairs… go on… just name me one…

USED to be so, ain’t any more.

And now it has come to the telco’s and providers and everyone else in the digital age, enter yours truly, representing a different high street comms brand every day, depending on job and location.

This is BAD anarchy.

You’ve all heard of BT, British Telecom, well lets say I work for ACME corp.

Let’s say WalMart get into business as an ISP, effectively reselling a BT product, business connectivity.

So we have the end user, Wibble Enterprises, buying / renting “a thing”, that thing being internet connectivity etc, but that thing itself being comprised of a consortium of different folks, BT, WalMart, Cisco, Citrix, etc etc

Nobody in that consortium can fix the shit they supply, they can’t do it in house, they outsources and externalised all that shit getting lean and mean, they go to AMCE corp, who deploy me.

Last week I heard a guy, in his 50’s, ex BT, ex Kingston, ex Compaq, and he alone could do every single job from running the new cable from the street cabinet into the premises right up to configuring the switch and router and imaging the pc’s and everything else, and he was talking about “the good old days”… those good old days being when he could earn 2.5k in a single months.

Really, 30k a year is the fucking good old days for a guy as multiskilled as that? who could actually walk the walk?

ACME corp of course don’t value him, or me, as much of anything, minimum wage slaves who should be grateful for a fucking job.

So you tell me, when this shit breaks, which it will, because nobody gives a fuck about a rental car, and I mean breaks properly, not the ongoing attrition of anarchy that we have now, who is going to fix it?

Seriously.

ACME can’t, it’s not their property, all they have is a head office somewhere, and they don’t do shit unless they are paid anyway, and that anarchy too, the guys at the bottom away from that head office get fuck all, the guys in head office get spectacular salaries.

BT can’t, they don’t have the skills in house any more…. and of course there are other players that have to be included, you’ll need some Cisco kit, you’ll need some HP kit, some Avaya kit, some RAD kit, some Dell kit, and some copper to join it all up, and the last copper wire factory in the UK shut down years ago, so basically the only thing that doesn’t need importing is yours truly, dumb shit of the month ACME employee.

Which all means shit gets done without committee meetings and project scoping and management and costing exercises and estimates and quotes and job tickets and work orders and invoicing and billing and suppliers and couriers and a whole load of other shit I can’t be bothered to type.

Which is basically the worst possible model you can have to try to remedy catastrophic failure.

And even that, that depends on the catastrophic failure being an isolated event, not just one in a chain of cascade failures, because then they simply cannot even fix one single isolated failure, because other failures have removed their ability to do that.

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Honestly, you have to see the utter helplessness that is a modern office, with cloud compute and VOIP phones, when the internet connection goes down, there is literally NOTHING they can do except drink coffee and chat and update fuckbook on their mobiles.

Then *I* will be dispatched on to site, and even here, in 2014, in the western world, with 4g on my phones right here as I type and a 100 mbit down 10 mbit up home cable connection right here as I type, I will get on site and wait two hours for the courier to bring the new Cisco box, and then I will discover that not only is the IOS on it wrong, none of the 630 IOS bin images I have on my laptop is right either, and there is no data signal for my work mobe on site, so no way to download the 40 meg IOS file or the 50k config file or to allow the 3rd line support guys in Mumbai to team-view in, and that shit happens at least once a month…. and this is when there isn’t a crisis and the mobe network does actually work, so I can get in the car with laptop and mobe and drive a mile or two until I can get a 3g signal and download the IOS and config…. no 9/11 / new orleans here thank you very much.

And right down at the end of that chain of bullshit, you get guys like me and the other fucker whining about the good old days when he could pull in a whole 30k a year, yeah, we could actually fix that shit, but we are unemployed, so it would be trespass, and let’s face it, no fucker would listen to us anyway.

LRFH, just noticed, on the left of this wordpress page, the menu, bottom item “Collapse menu”… yeah, always was a sucker for wordplay.

March 19, 2014

Heh, good fucking luck with that one.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 11:37 am

So there I am, 140 lbs wet, speccy twat with geeky glasses, doing IT nerdy stuff, in an environment that, shall we say, has a reputation for violence and menace, yes, the prison system, and of course all the machismo is flowing and it is only a matter of time until references are made along the lines of “I’d rather fight him  (5′ 10″ 275lb tub of ex army lard) than (insert 6″ gorilla), but hey, (giggles and looks at me), I can always pick on him”

I just smiled sweetly, not that I am any kind of ninja imbued with magical super-powers or anything, in a drunken fist fight with a bruiser I’ll get my ass kicked every time, but (since I am a geeky nerd) to give an IT analogy what they thought of as “violence” was a desktop calculator, to me it’s the network and every computing device connected to it.

My problem with their definition of violence is it is frankly stupid to limit myself to their definition, just so I can get my ass kicked, if you outreach me by 6 inches and outweigh me by 100 lbs and fight at least once every week or two, the only real options I have left are to go for your eyes and blind you, and then stomp on your neck and kill you, which has consequences I don’t like, or take a beating, which I don’t like, or be the speccy twat toasting marshmallows, but only one at a time as two are too heavy.

Anyone with the strength of leg to climb the stairs two steps at a time can stomp on your throat hard enough to kill you, first time, every time… sure, that assumed your opponent is already on the ground, but getting your opponent on the ground isn’t a problem if your first move is to blind them permanently, which isn’t a problem if you have one hand free, and if your second move is to end their life…. surviving 5 rounds with Cassius Clay in the ring is epically *hard*, undoably so for 99.9% of us, killing is fucking easy, any human in their teens can do it.

“Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight” had this at the root, it’s been misconstrued now, people think a knife is a weapon to fight with and injure your opponent, whereas a gun is a weapon to fight with and kill your opponent, so everyone has lost the original premise, the guy holding the gun shoots the guy holding the knife when he is still 60 feet away, game over man, it was about the REACH of the various weapons, don’t bring a handgun to a rifle fight says the same thing.

Milquetoast me vs the gorilla is only an unequal fight in the gorilla’s flavour as long as I am content to let him use his advantage, and refrain from using mine, which is the level of violence available as a first resort.

And there are no-re-runs, not really, it’s not yet another world cup where yet another match takes place between blue team and red team, same as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that.

Crew fed weapons were invented because armies the world over knew that with individual weapons only 10% would even fire towards the enemy, as in, in the general direction of.

Of those 10% only another 10%, or 1% of the whole, would actually AIM at the enemy and pull the trigger, of those 10% only another 10%, or 0.1% of the whole, would pull the trigger a second time after seeing their first kill, and of those 10% only another 10%, or 0.001% of the whole, would grin and seek the next fucking target…. and of them them is another 10%….

And outside of active hostilities that 0.0001% better be toasting marshmallows, different scenario, different survival tactic required.

You hang around services guys long enough and get past all the bullshit, and you will eventually meet some guys who have actually met genuine elite special services types, and they will all tell you, they are not 6′ 6″ 300lb of muscle ninjas expert in every weapon and every form of unarmed combat and demolition and espionage ever invented.

Most of them are short, skinny, and feral. Masks off.draft_lens1317384module8432116photo_viggoEP0410_468x320.jpg1203984867

So there I sit, in my speccy twat glasses, toasting marshmallows while we all discuss so called violent men and there is much joshing and preening about who could kick who’s ass, and I am liked because I can take a joke as well as give it, I don’t take offence at anything, because there is after all no imminent danger that the rubber will ever meet the road here, not so much in the Crimea, but then, I’m not in the Crimea.

Just as I hide behind a mask there, I hide behind a mask here, I could tell some great and truthful stories about what we were doing, institutionalised corruption and incompetence and waste and ignorance, and I am sure you would find the stories interesting, but, like lifting my mask there, their just is no upside FOR ME in doing so.

Not as mask so much as in a theatrical type mask, more the poker face mask, I’m not projecting anything false when I sit toasting marshmallows, I’m just not projecting anything much real either, so I just sit there looking at the other masks, in this instance there were 7 others, 6 male and 1 female, wondering, if push came to shove, which order to kill them in, the ones who will obviously attack are one thing, the ones more skilled at their own masks who will stab you in the back, they are the ones not to miss, so it is not just in which order, but what method, so as to jam their mental gears and gain the seconds of advantage.

Of course it’s all bullshit, just more mental masturbation that doesn’t mean a thing when push comes to shove, but the lone female looks at me, because we have spoken and like it or not the mating instincts kick in, it’s 50/50 if she is going to do the “aww that’s unfair/not nice” routine or the “no, that’s not right that he is less of a man”

But by luck or judgement or instinct or serendipity or the diving intervention of the spaghetti monster, if you look at us all from above there she is sat, like a sheepdog that has almost but not quite separated one sheep (me) from the herd, and the cosmic puppeteer yanks the strings of the other 6 males, and suddenly it is time to talk about people not physically present.

So I toast my marshmallows, thinking heh, good fucking luck with that one, bitch is fat, face caked with make-up, 10 year old kid at home, and if that all isn’t fucked up enough for y’all, works in the prison industry, may well be 25 years younger than me but even I wouldn’t hit it more than once to dump my cum.

If this is being a psychopath, it’s good to be free.

March 15, 2014

Shit can change, real quick.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 12:40 pm

I have talked before about timings, how 95% of the change happens in the last 5% of the time period for that change, such as most of the volume of a ship sinking happens in the last minute or two, its not a linear process.

This is different, but similar and closely related, and it is about how quickly things can change, and I don’t mean “whoa, I know we hit an iceberg, but she wasn’t sinking much for hours, what the fuck is happening now!” so much as going in to town and seeing a shop that was open and trading last week all boarded up and closed this week.

It’s usually a question of proximity, if you worked IN that shop, you were on the ship that hit the iceberg, if you walk past it, you are in another ship in the same waters.

In my day job, I see all kinds of ships, so for example this business here is creaking along on an xDSL connection, an old cisco 837 that you can BUY-IT-NOW on fleabay for less than a tenner, and an old netgear 8 port switch costing about the same.

I can go down the road and see a similar sized business in terms of employee numbers and square footage, and we are installing a synchronous 50mbit fibre circuit, which costs tens of thousands.

The first business is under capitalised, but at least if she gets holed beneath the waterline and the site goes hard down most any old crap can be used to get it back up, somehow or another.

The second business is much more robust, but it has a much higher burn rate and the bottom lines are much higher, and you certainly can’t use any old crap to fix it when it has issues, only the expensive stuff will do.

Either one of these two businesses can and do fold apparently overnight, as far as the employees of the other business across the street are concerned.

Take a look at what is happening in the Crimea now, depending on your proximity and awareness you can be thinking this is all rather sudden and alarming, or you can have been expecting *something* because trouble has been brewing for years, but neither one is really expecting “shit to change, real quick”

Shit changing real quick is not even really when it is the OPEN shop or business that suddenly stands out amongst all the closed ones, though that is an indicator of portents to come.

Shit changing real quick is when something that is doable, or permissible, or possible, or legal, or practical to do, today the 15th day of the month, is suddenly not doable, or not permissible, or not possible, or not legal, or not practical to do, when you wake up on the 16th day of the month.

In my experience, on the 16th of the month, you can look back and see it was all pretty fucking inevitable really, there is no real surprise it got to this, only that it got to this so fast, if only I had sold or bought or done or not done X **yesterday**

In my experience, on the 16th of the month, what does not change is the whole hordes of people taken apparently TOTALLY fucking unawares, no idea at all, no premonition, sleepwalked right into that shit.

intermission.

See, were human nature not thus, what would happen on the day they brought in the first of the new laws about marriage and divorce and children in the UK in the mid seventies, is every single man in the country would have said “Whoa, at a stroke of a pen you have unilaterally changed the contract of marriage or cohabitation that I entered in to with my woman, at a stroke of a pen you have altered this contract, therefore I have NO OPTION WHATSOEVER but to immediately and permanently annul the ENTIRE contract, and walk away from it ALL”

They / We didn’t. That is how you boil a frog.

The mid (nineteen) seventies saw the pendulum at one extreme, it was at the other extreme in the (eighteen) thirties, with the Tolpuddle Martyrs, unlike actual pendulums, human societal ones seem to take shorter and shorter periods for subsequent swings, and boys and girls, we are not at the other extreme yet, we have quite some way to go, nevertheless, for those who have eyes to see….

Back in the 8 bit days I wrote a small computer program in BASIC, I was not the first, I just wanted to write it myself, my way.

Biorhythms, they were interesting, because you took three regular periodic cycles, each of a fixed period or frequency, 23, 28 and 33 days, start them all at zero on the day of your birth, and start the clock ticking, what you get is a new combined waveform, one that takes nearly 60 years to get back to zero and start again.

The interest was not that there was any reality or practical use, the interest was that these three simple and quite short periodic frequencies could combine into something far more complex, something that took 21+ thousand days to repeat.

And out of my grasp, but tantalisingly just within my peripheral awareness, was the idea that this applied to *everything*, human relations, society, the economy.

What was tantalising was the idea that at no point on the resulting combined curve, was it possible to predict what was about to happen, it could wibble along unchanged for a bit, or suddenly leap upwards, or downwards, unless you had the precise fundamental data for each of the three constituent curves at that point in time, you had no fucking idea.

And biorhythms were laughably simple, in real life it is not just the sum of three different fixed frequency and amplitude curves, there is fucking feedback too… and on many levels, and hysteresis, and attenuation, and damping, etc etc.

And so, at an early adult age, I had before me visible proof of a thing that I personally came to call “complex”

“Complex” problems such as these were ones that I could watch, much as a sailor watches the sea and weather before deciding to leave port, but which, by their nature, forbade any accurate prediction.

I don’t care *who* you are, *what* data sources you have access to, or *how much* computational power you have, your predictions are no more valid than mine, because nothing less than total awareness will suffice for complex problems, and the moment you get total awareness, it ceases to be a complex problem.

This is not to say that ATTEMPTS to create ever more accurate models of the weather, for example, are wasted, I applaud them, what I abhor is the idea that the VALIDITY of your model is greater than mine, just because your model is run on a supercomputer tended by 200 programmers in a project that has been running for 20 years… your model is incomplete, that’s it.

There is an old farmer just down the road from me, the computer models and everything else tell him he should be out planting crops RIGHT NOW, if not sooner, what with the delays already caused by all the recent flooding.

He has an old steel prybar, it’s about 5 foot long and a inch and a half or so in diameter, it’s pretty heavy, he walks out into his fields and holds it vertically, in the middle, and then releases his grip so it slams down point first into the ground.

See, putting a tractor out there, and adding attachments, ploughs and see drills and the like, all effects the torque the driving wheels have to put out, and the force the land has to take… the land *looks* dry enough, but the pry bar sinks 6 inches, and the old farmer knows if it sinks more than 3, the land won’t take the weight and torque, he’ll just tear it up and make mud and fuck up his machinery…. and waste expensive seed crops, and diesel, etc.

This doesn’t help the farmer get a crop in and earn any money, or minimise his outgoings much, he is still between a rock and a hard place, but by doing a physical test, yeah, it’s rough and ready and quick and dirty, it stops him making a bad situation worse.

intermission.

Farmers, see, when I was a lad we knew all about “crop failure”, things change real fast, all year you are looking good, as a farmer, as a food producer, as a supermarket, as a customer, as a country, and then there is a fucking crop failure, the early barley crop yield is maybe 25% of what everyone thought it would be, and none of it is great quality.

Shit suddenly changed.

Like I said, “complex” problems,but I have eyes, I can see, for the past week the roads have been unnaturally quiet, not much traffic, is it half term? no, has fuel suddenly gone up 10p a litre? no etc, wonder what is going on then?

Nevertheless, the roads have been fucking quiet the last week.

I go talk to someone, they tell me the town, which they go into three times a week, is “dead” when they went in.

I go to the trade cash and carry to buy my 750g tins of instant coffee and a few packets of real coffee, it’s like visiting a cathedral open for tourists… there are only two tills manned and only one person in front of me, and they also are only buying less than 6 items.

I go to fill the tank up with diesel, (which I do 3 or 4 times a week) and I can basically pick my pump and drive up to it.

The tobacco counter that I always avoided at the supermarket because it had  queue of assholes wanting to cash in this lottery ticket and buy that one and some scratch cards and this that and the other and oh can I have some smokes too… I can walk up to now and maybe one person in front of me.vibronic_moog_janfeb76p30ck

My 4% wage rise in line with inflation (4% of fuck all is still fuck all..lol) that I responded to with a “Is that fucking it?  that’ll buy fucking tank of diesel once a month!” which really did not go down well, you know, maybe they really did think I should have been grateful…. certainly enough other people have said pay rise, heard of them…. never seen one mind.

The point I am trying to make, all the change that has happened to date since the mid 1970’s, by this time next week there could be other changes that are so big they wipe out everything that went before, where went before is “in living memory” for everyone under 60.

It’s like one of those hideously complex late 70’s synthesisers, but each industrialist, each banker, each politician, is only given control of one knob…. now go make beautiful music.

Everyone assumes that no-one else is an intelligent agent that actually does see what is going on, if they have control of a knob, it isn’t a significant knob, and frankly my knob is the significant one, and if you cunts would just stop twiddling yours I could get mine set right… we could be the new Tangerine Dream

March 14, 2014

Let’s talk money

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 1:47 pm

In a post here – http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=136 – I talk about the cost of living.

Rent 550 + light and heat 120 + water and sewerage 100 + council tax 80 = 850 a month.

That’s £850 a month to put a roof over your head, a modest roof at that.

If you are a single man in full time work, 40 hours a week, this works out that if you earn £8 an hour before tax, you can live, if you are careful and frugal and have no debts or other commitments.

In reality this is around 16k a year in wages, and in reality that’s probably what you are going to earn, say as a truck driver etc… you’ll take home 1,000 a month. The rest goes as taxes on your earnings.

If you try going self employed or independent trader, well, while the salaried guy takes home 250 every week (paid monthly) you are in a different boat, if you go two weeks earning nothing, the next two weeks you need to pull in 500 a week, it’s tough.

Here’s where it gets tougher, but this is reality.

I am in my mid 50’s, I have no savings to speak of, no retirement plan, no pension plan, I work and I pay bills, this is the reality for many, for many others, they look at me and think me fortunate, THIS IS REALITY.

As long as I am able to work, I can keep my head above water, the instant I stop work, well, within a week it has gone to shit, as zerohedge likes to call it, I am living paycheck to paycheck, in reality I personally have a 2/3 month buffer, but that’s me, not everyone else is me.

Looking to the future, it’s a thing man, I just don’t fucking know, and that’s the truth, provided I can keep working regular, which is exactly analogous to saying provided I can keep swimming regular, I won’t drown.

When I am too old or ill to work, well, either the state is going to take care of my bills, or I am going to die…. fact is, 90% of my shit would fit in a hi-cube transit van in one load, and if I tried to sell it all, I’d probably be lucky to pull in 3k, being a realist in today’s market.

I’m, not trying to go all doom and gloom oh woe is me, I’m trying to tell it like it is, I have fuck all of note asset wise, I have fuck all of note savings wise, I have fuck all of note pension / retirement wise, and I got 15 years before mandatory retirement, not that anyone is going to want to keep around 70 year old cisco / IT engineers…  you hear what I am saying here.

And I am one of the lucky cunts, because while I do not have a pot to piss in, compared to so many who are underwater in debt and commitments and alimony and child support and shit, I’m living the life of fucking Riley.

But, we are men, and this is all about the numbers.

If you are a single man with no debts, then you need to earn £8 an hour and work a steady 40 hour week 50 weeks of the year to live securely.

The national minimum wage is £6.31, I know *lots* of people in their 40’s and 50’s getting that wage…. eg they could not live alone, just on their own income alone.

If you think you are going to be all fuck it and be a self employed entrepreneur, think again, I have the skills and a workshop out back, look at those numbers above, who has any disposable income to hire me?

Even the really big boys, the Morrisons and Tescos, are hurting, and yes, they are all paying £6.31 an hour, and if they can’t make a profit with their vast economies of scale, what hope do you have?

Nobody owes me a fucking living, and trying to make a living is all I can fucking do, get ahead and be a self made man, forget it.

Again, I am not whining or complaining, I think I have a good life, I *can* pay all my bills, I *can* afford to live alone, I *can* just turn the heating on and stay warm as I like, so why are we here?

We are here because we are in another phase just like when the Tolpuddle Martyrs came about, money is tight everywhere, and so the thing that is driven down hardest is wages, “people” have no value, business has no “sense”, I drive 100 miles each way to fix routers that are so obsolete you can buy them on fleabay for £10, and if the hardware is dead we put in a replacement old obsolete box of the same model, the cost of the router is blown away by my time and the time of the guys in the support department of the ISP in question.

I will drive 100 miles each way to a business site with 6 employees that is down hard, because everything works via the internet now, and the whole site relies on a single xDSL connection that isn’t as good as my own connection here at home.

I will drive 100 miles each way because a 50 cent Chinese made micro-filter and 75 cent Chinese made RJ11 cable had died, because the routers and everything else are just slung under a desk in a rats nest of cabling and dirt to cook to death, because a cabinet is too expensive…. not because the Chinese can’t make decent kit, they can, but it costs more.

I will drive 100 miles each way because they bought a cabinet, but fitting fans was too expensive, or an 8 gang power strip was too expensive, so when I get there and the 4 gang power strip is already fully populated my whole trip is wasted.

I shit you not, LITERALLY, in the last year I have seen ONE cabinet that was cabled up properly and tidily, and that was a new install in a 5 star hotel, and ONE cabinet that had a network map printed on the doors, and that was in a building site, and all I do every day is visit business premises and colo’s, from the small high street store to the out of town megastores, it is all the same.

We all seem to know the price of everything,
but the value of nothing.

When your old man told you life wasn’t a box of chocolates boy, he wasn’t being grumpy or miserable or boring, he wasn’t telling you that you could not go out and have fun, what he was telling you is there are no re-runs, no safety nets, and no clean slates.

In many ways, this is the most important post I have ever made, because none of the other stuff I have talked about is even possible unless you are solvent.

In some ways worrying about my retirement in 15 years time is futile, that’s a long fucking time away, on the other hand, YOU HAVE TO GET THERE, and the only way to get there is to be solvent today.

Being solvent today is not easy, it is certainly a LOT harder than it was back when I was a very young man starting out…. today I have a brain and two hands and a healthy body, AND 40 fucking years work experience and knowledge and ethic, and I can just about stay solvent, as a single man…

Think on that.

We live in a world where the cost of everything is being looked at, and everyone is trying to drive down unit costs, whether that is an hour’s labour or a patch cable or anything else, drive the cost down per unit.

Nobody is looking at the bigger picture, we have gone way, way, way beyond the point where these cost “savings” per unit are causing cost increases and reliability decreases when looking at the larger picture, and yet, there is still no end in sight.

In my night/weekend job as a self employed bod, I build home and business PC’s for people, amongst other things, and I never hear from the cunts again, until it is time for a new one, which is as it should be, because the bastards DO NOT GO WRONG…. just last night a guy spoke to me about such an upgrade, the last one I built, fucking slot 1, and it is still working…. yeah, at the TIME it was 50% more than an apparently identical spec job from Dell or anyone else, at the time…. and not only has it not gone wrong, and not cost any money to fix, because it has been working solidly since then, he hasn’t lost any work or time to it either.

I estimate that 99% of the money spent in the economy is not earnings, which is what I spend, (I earn it one month then spend it over the next month to get me to the next paycheck), but credit.

With the end of credit, 99% of our economy would disappear overnight, and that is not merely catastrophic, that is apocalyptic.

So credit cannot be allowed to end, and everyone has to stay underwater, essentially in indentured servitude, servicing the interest on the capital, which means that yet again a lot of the money gets siphoned off for financial purposes, not so much is getting spent in the economy, and what is, well, people want more for their 9.99 a month, or they will go to someone offering the same deal for 4.99 a month, and you can only offer 4.99 a month by driving unit costs down.

It is an extremely vicious circle… and it has now become so voracious that it is feeding upon itself.

I have a less luxurious lifestyle than many of those around me, but their lifestyle is illusory, it is all based upon being indebted for life, and god help you if you lose your job, or get divorced, or get sick, fucking game over man.

I got a friend, he is on about 16 quid an hour, hates his job, but can’t quit, can’t get anything else offering the same money, can’t live on less money thanks to the house / car / wife / kids all on credit.

If he loses his current job, he will struggle to get another one, and after a while he will get offered and accept one at 8 quid an hour, because it is 8 quid an hour more than nothing, he will still be drowning, but more slowly… who knows, a ship may come sailing by to rescue him.

Don’t eat your seed corn, one of those pithy phrases, only a small farmer really understands it, “don’t eat your children” is analogous, it’s like going out and raping to death a pair of 5 year old twins, there is no way back, ever, once you do that shit.

Yet as a society that is exactly what we are and have been doing, since the late 80’s at the very least, shit in the paper today, average house price is £270k it says, which is 10x the average wage, which is £27k, it says…..  trust me, fucking £16k is the average wage, and I mean average, not mean, there is a shit ton of part time work out there at 6.31 an hour for less than 16 hours a week, so you are part time, so the employer doesn’t have to pay all sorts of taxes, so you are never a true employee with rights.

But loans for homes can’t go any lower than the base rate of 1.2%, or for longer terms than 40 years, and we are already at that, so no new buyers, but we can’t afford a house price crash either… only house sales happening are those already in the system playing musical chairs, ain’t nobody new entering the system.

Ain’t nobody new entering into marriage.

If you are one of those unfortunates on the minimum wage (basically your annual salary is approx 2000x your hourly rate, as a rule of thumb)and getting a gross of £13k per annum, you can’t afford a basic one bedroom apartment / flat / house all to yourself… and this is not in the cities, this is here.

So you can house share, or get a bedsit, either way, communal living, no contents insurance because of that, only one room truly your own, and if your housemate falls on hard times or injects this month’s rent into a vein, you’re still fucked.

Static caravans are still affordable, just, you can pick up a good one for 10k, but nobody is going to loan you money for that on a mortgage, but you also need a piece of land to put it on, and there are no amenities… and you’ll need planning permission if it is static.

Speaking for myself, if I am working 40 hours a week, I have the other hours to try and make some extra doing my own thing, but as I said above, nobody has any fucking money.

Times are tough all over.

Don’t get me wrong here, I’m not trying to get you down and depressed, quite the opposite, I’m trying to get you to see what is really, really, really important.

Stay solvent at any cost. It’s cheaper than not staying solvent.

Be it ever so humble, I have my own front door key, a comfortable pad, fuck it, it’s a working day and I’m done, I’m typing this while still being paid, in a moment I will make a coffee, and next week, well, all next week I am working in a prison… and I will go home at night to my own front door…etc

Be cool.

 

 

March 13, 2014

Vote for Kim Jong Putin

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , — wimminz @ 1:08 pm

I dunno, maybe it is a function of age, or intelligence, or experience, or all of the above… but I am finding myself more and more in favour of the devil incarnate, wherever he walks and in whatever guise he wears.

The Lostprophets paedo was wrong about being invincible and untouchable, but like Putin and Kim Jong and all the other anti-christs, he was apparently quite open and honest with those he made deals with for their offspring, and he did not lie to them or blow smoke up their asses.

It comes to something when the Devil is the only one who will not lie to you, in 99.99% of cases because he cannot talk to you, too many firewalls in place, too much other noise drowning him out, and, oh yeah, all those firewalls and all that shit drowning him out, yeah, that’s all lies and bullshit.

For the 0.01% of cases where you do actually get to converse with the Devil, he ain’t lying to you, but everyone else still is.

When I first saw the May-tricks and Morpheus pulls the red/blue pill thing on Neo, I was instantly reminded of Bill.

Bill was his real name, but almost nobody knew that, and nobody called him that, he had a handle too, doesn’t matter what it was now, but he was a drug dealer, back in the day when most of the heroin addicts in the UK got hooked by being given opiates for pain relief, and most of them were ex-services.

Bill would sell anything to anyone, but like the Devil and Morpheus, he’d warn you, I heard him, first hand, many a time, so often I can almost remember it word for word… “This shit will fuck you up, your life will change and it will never be the same again, you will never be able to go back to what you are now. Are you sure you want to buy?”

Of course everyone else said he was just saying this in some cynical attempt to absolve himself of moral agency, and if he actually believed any of that shit he wouldn’t be a drug dealer, and in reality he was evil and degenerate and the devil incarnate.

Bill for his part never sold anything fake or adulterated, if anything was cut, he made sure he knew by how much and what it was cut with, and what it was cut with better be bland and innocuous, so Bill only sold quality.

Bill was also a grass, before you think I am praising him, every drug dealer who stays in business longer than 6 months is BTW, because contrary to what Bill’s critics would say, you can’t run either the input or output side of being a drug dealer without any involvement at all by various agencies of the State, such as Po-lice and Customs…. and far from being strictly business goods in exchange for cash, it always always always involves the exchange of information and power broking and favours and suchlike.

I was an occasional customer and friend, some times I’d buy that shit, some time he would lay it on me man, because dealers don’t got no friends or people they can hang out with, just people out for some action and a slice of the cake.

Google “Operation Julie” well all that shit that was “seized” was back on the streets quicker than you can say damn, maybe 1% got “destroyed”…  nobody samples the shit as it is about to go in the furnace…. a thousand blotters neatly placed inside an LP cover next to the vinyl in the dust sheet, you got the latest Tull record yet man? Yeah, just came in this morning…… the only ones who ended up in the dock being charged were the only ones who were not on the take, so Bill was now buying from the boys in blue, and not direct from the manufacturer, whoa, bummer…

It’s been 35 years since I gave up drugs, not because they were fucking up my life, which they were, but because I really did not want to be dealing with and being known to a supply chain that comprised the same people who fuck your life up, convict you and put you in prison, thank loads of acid and paranoia to scare me off that one.

So recent revelations / confirmations of the level of dirty tricks the NSA / GCHQ / EVERYONE ELSE have been getting up to with everyone’s private, data, communications and hardware really don’t surprise me, one iota, it’s the new drug dealing man.

And of course it’s the same as it ever was, those who understand the medium and give a fuck about quality get elbowed out of the way by those who don’t understand the medium and don’t give a fuck about quality, but do see how all this can be used to garner power and influence and all that good stuff.

And with this phase change all those who told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, become the Devil incarnate, and 99.99% of you will never have any contact with him again, you will only get the “good” guys, who lie about everything.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Bill or Putin et al are decent people, but at least you could get a handle on them, these other fuckers are like trying to nail jelly to a wall, nothing sticks unchanged for more than 5 seconds at a time…. Putin may be a Devil, but at least it is possible to get to know him, and he becomes the devil you know, Obama (or Cameron, or any of the others) change their views and opinions more often that I make a cup of coffee, and unlike my coffee, there is no common theme or flavour running through the various iterations.

Thirty / thirty-five years ago, it was at least possible to give up drugs, I have never imbibed of Fuckbook, so I don’t have to go cold turkey on that, but the internet as a whole, the network itself? Who can realistically give up on that?

Try living in the UK in 2014 with no net access of any kind ever, never send or receive an email, no ebanking, no web browsing of any kind, no iplayer, no netflix, no steam, no OS….

Closest I can go is running my own router and firewall, in between my LAN, and the ISP provided cable/xdsl modem, which is set to modem only mode.

The management console of which can *only* be accessed by a physical connection from a local PC to the management port.

Back in the day, I used to test every new system against Steve Gibson’s Shields Up, still do, as a matter of fact, everyone else seems to have forgotten him, he is still doing good shit though…

https://www.grc.com/fingerprints.htm

For example my ISP cable modem, when set to modem only mode, CANNOT be made to stealth DCE endpoint, Netbios, or Microsoft Directory Service ports, to be sure, they are CLOSED, but that is not the same as stealthed, no Sir.

Enter my own personal firewall and router (which it itself is denied any ability to make any outgoing connections) you may compromise and bypass my ISP cable modem, but you’re getting no further incoming.

I am the Devil, but at least I won’t lie to you, all the Saints lie all the time.

March 9, 2014

New AfORism

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:57 pm

https://wimminz.wordpress.com/06-you-can-lead-a-horse-to-water/

March 8, 2014

The markets can stay irrational….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 3:59 pm

…. longer than you can stay solvent.

Sage advice, and observant.

But, it also applies to wimminz, for this post, I am thinking of a single individual wimminz, and the fact is, she can continue to be irrational and slowly erode her life, because being irrational at present only presents a slow erosion, there is no sudden cliff edge and wil-e-coyote.

In other words, people can continue to act irrationally, as long as there is no immediate and severe penalty for doing so.

Back when I was a lad, there was a certain balance. If you got your ass shot off in Beirut, the first question anyone would ask is WTF were you doing there?

It didn’t mean, for example, that being raped was any less pleasant or against your will or wrong, but there was an acknowledgement that no matter what the event, the person it happened to shared a varying proportion of the responsibility… if you do not want your ass shot off, do not go to Beirut, thus dramatically reducing the likelihood of it happening.

The wimminz I was thinking of above, mid thirties, which means, given that this is 2014, born late seventies, early eighties.

Let me tell you this, anything after the mid seventies, you’re fucked, you have no idea what the world is about, you have been living in disneyland, where wil-e-coyote moments don’t matter, it’s not the stepping off the cliff edge, it doesn’t matter, because the fall won’t kill you, it won’t even injure you, ten seconds later you’re back.

Back then, part of the fun of watching the coyote and the roadrunner was the knowledge that IN REAL LIFE a coyote can run over twice as fast as a roadrunner, 4 legs beats 2 for speed, always has, always will.. eg if the roadrunner left off with the daft schemes and flaky ACME products, and just chased the fucking roadrunner, he would win every time…. THAT was part of the joke.

But, like Tom & Jerry, it “evolved” into something utterly alien, and like Tom and Jerry the “idiot” took on more pronounced male characteristics, and the “winner” took on more pronounced female characteristics…. for you sanity’s sake, don’t ever watch Pippa pig.

So the wimminz I talk about here, she *knows* she is fucking up left right and centre, but because the penalties are not both immediate and severe, she continues to do so while living in a sort of denial, like a child playing hide and seek who covers their eyes, if they can’t see you, you can’t see them, right…

So anyway, this wimminz has kids, plural, boys and girls, and as we all know wimminz can’t raise boys for shit, and as the boys grow up they get all confused, one minute they are in effect the man of the house, next minute they are looking at pictures of mummy sicking various random cocks on a night out at a swingers party when she left her laptop open and unlocked… but, the wimminz are worse at raising mini skanks, actually, let me re-phrase that, they are GREAT at raising mini skanks.

So this skank ho has a couple of mini skank ho’s, who despite being in primary school are totally out of fucking control and rule the house, and I said one of those things, where you think “did I just say that out loud” and then you see from the expressions around you, you did.

So bemoaning her status, somehow the subject drifted on to what sort of man would be acceptable to her, and since none would be foolish enough, she naturally says none, she prefers her freedom and single life…. yeah right bitch, all you do is complain about everything that is a DIRECT consequence of you being a single skank ho mommy.

So tiring of the usual man bashing I say any guy who did want to get involved and take you all on as a family needed his fucking head examined… well, those little bitches of yours, (the bitch in the states suing her parents for money was discussed, as was the lostprophets paedo/singer, etc etc etc) I said, if I was involved with you, it’s only a matter of time until the little cunts accuse me of molesting them or something, so if you’re gonna be hung for it you might as well do it, so are they being offered along with you?

This draws the expected indrawn breaths and shock horror outrage shit, but that ain’t what causes the thing I mention above… no… that was when they start talking about little girls and innocent children and how could I even imagine they would condone such a thing or go near a man who was capable of such a thing.

“You would if there weren’t any immediate personal consequences for YOU”

That was the did-I-actually-say-that-out-loud bit.

But I stand by it. Sure, the person most likely to sexually abuse a girl child is the stepfather, not the single man raising some other person’s girl child alone, the guy who is living with the girl childs mother, in the same house.

Like Beirut, he got fuck all chance of doing that if it isn’t acceptable to the mum, provided there are no immediate personal consequences for her…. trust me, I have fucked a lot of single mommies, not one of them has any concept of inappropriate behaviour in front of, in sight or, in earshot of, in smell radius of, in the same house as, etc, their kids.

I have been sat on a sofa, three seater sofa, me at one end in a dressing gown having come in, got showered, got comfortable, and the wimminz 3 year old child is at the other end of the sofa, watching cartoons, so she brings me in a coffee, all good, kneels on the floor in front of me, all good, leans forward, opens the dressing gown and starts sucking on my cock… it is ME that is freaking instantly and internally and my peripheral vision on the side of HER FUCKING CHILD is going in to overdrive, and I grab the towel I was using for my hair and use it to conceal things.

Skanky sluts, if you do not want your children sexually abused, make sure they are living under the same roof as their father, otherwise it is Beirut again, like the wimminz in question here, *I* got no biological relationship to the little sluts, and if they are in *my* presence and acting in overtly sexual ways, and frankly it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference if they know what they are doing or just copying what they saw mummy doing, and *you* aren’t doing a damn thing to moderate either your behaviour in front of them, or theirs, it’s Beirut, some fucker is getting their ass shot off.

Hence http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=117

There may not be immediate and severe penalties for wimminz, because they have externalised all the consequences to men, that don’t make the streets of Beirut safer, it makes them MORE fucking dangerous, because frankly speaking, anyone with a clue, anyway familiar with immediate and severe penalties for irrationality, already got the fuck out.

Saddam the truck

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 11:05 am

Back in the day, for my sins, I did a bit of motorway recovery work for a guy I knew, he had a fleet of old but fairly well maintained Ford D series, being no fool he stuck with the straight 6 engine and 6 speed box models, avoided the V8’s etc.

Of course being exempt vehicles you could have a lot of fun, unloaded beavertail + wet road + corner at a junction = you could drift that ass end around as wide as you liked, plus no speed limiters, plus you could do all sorts of things in an exempt vehicle that were illegal in a normal truck or car, plus, he had the po-lice contract to clear shit off the motorways.

It was the last of the glory days of trucking in the UK, even if it wasn’t real trucking…money was good too.

Of course, you’d jump in whatever was available if you got a shout, but we all had our favourites, you know I can’t even find any fucking pictures of the sort of thing on google images now, but they were full double crew cab, solid beavertail body, no hydraulics or moving / tilting bed shit, and solid ramps that you pulled out and put away by hand, but by and large, provided the last guy had left it the way you would, all straps rolled and put away tidy, fuel topped off, ready to rock, you were happy.

Then there was Saddam, he was a Merc, sat at the end of the row, because it was the last truck anyone wanted to take, but, Saddam didn’t have long range tanks, so if one of the guys got called in for a local recovery, they were told to take Saddam, to much abuse and cat calls from anyone else there.

To be fair to Saddam, he didn’t do anything badly, he just wasn’t quite as meaty as the old Fords, he felt more like a 7 tonner scaled up to an 11 tonner, rather than a 17 tonner scaled down to an 11 tonner, if you know what I mean.

In the Ford, you climbed “up” into the seat more, tilt cab over engine, so there was that aspect too.

Put them both on paper and a modern manager would buy a fleet of Saddam’s, on a service contract with the local Merc garage, and old driver like me would opt for the fleet of Fords and one guy whose main job was keeping them all sorted and a couple of guys who could split helping him with some local runs, as and when needed.

Here, today, in the UK, the 1.6 litre diesel “blue-motion” VW Golf car is pretty much the de-facto half decent company car for anyone hitting the road a lot… sales droid, technician, field service, if you don’t need a van, there is a good chance you get a golf diesel. These aren’t bought, they are on full service contract lease, and get chopped back in for new ones either at 3 years old when the first MOT is due, or when they hit 180,000 miles, whichever comes first.

From the company’s point of view, Monday to Friday working week, that costs the company X per day, I’m saying X, cos I’ll come to the numbers in a minute.

So the company are looking at taking school leavers and training them up, modern apprenticeshits in IT stuff, of course this is training and a set of skills that will benefit this particular company, rather than a rounded set of skills, you don’t get to be a car mechanic or diesel fitter, you get to be a specialised and certified nissan leaf technician, who knows how to use the nissan shop diagnostic machines, etc etc.

So they are running the numbers on these supposed apprenticeship places, and the potential cost to the company while they are being trained up, and it doesn’t come to a whole heap of money…. so he comes up with a number and it seems good, from  company point of view.

Then one of the other guys pipes up, and says, hang on, we will be giving these guys company cars while they are doing their on the job training aren’t we, the first guy says well duh, yes, they have to get to the customers sites, so the other guy, who is the company’s fleet director, says to the first guy do you know what these cars cost us, per day, based on a 5 day week?

The first guy says no, actually, he doesn’t know a number, but he assumes X is a reasonable number.

So the fleet director drops the little bombshell that X is in fact 180 of her majesty’s pounds sterling every day, based on  5 day week.

When you add £180 a day to the first guy’s cost to the company calculations for some on the job apprenticeships, suddenly the numbers do not seem so reasonable.

Of course, the penny never drops, that there is a *significant*, nay, a MAJORITY proportion of their CURRENT trained and experienced and all that good stuff staff driving around in these cars, who are paid LESS than it costs to provide the car.

And none of them remember the old days, when even if you ended up driving Saddam, back when fuel cost just under half what it costs now, at the dusk of the last good days to be a driver, I’d take home in cash significantly more money than I do now.

 

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Incidentally, a bluemotion 1.6 diesel as a company car in the UK today, the guvvmint tax figures are it costs you as an employee just under £4,000 per year of your tax free allowance, and 13 pence per mile for fuel for any private mileage…. given they do an average of 50 miles to the imperial gallon, that’s pretty much pump prices, your personal fuel is at cost…. sure, you drive an effectively brand new car, and any and all servicing and tyres etc is all free, as is insurance etc, and at a 30% tax rate that 4k per year tax allowance hit means it costs you £1,300 a year, or £26 a week for this, which is a good deal compared to any other private vehicle except perhaps a motorbike…

The cost comes from the new cost of these cars, £23-25k each, plus service contract, depreciated to nothing over 3 years or less on a corporate lease…. plus fuel, plus insurance.

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