January 11, 2014
Follows case of wife who filed for divorce as husband ate peas with bread
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January 10, 2014
I was just…
… on my knees for ten minutes, cleaning the toilet, cistern, seats tops and bottoms, bowl and plinth, then bung a load of bleach in it to soak and a blue tablet in the cistern. It is something I try to get around to / remember / do every 4 to 6 weeks.
Yeah, I know, single guys are useless disgusting dirty degenerates.
If you want a wimminz to lie, obviously, ask her when she last got on her hands and knees and cleaned the entire toilet inside and out.
I’ve never been so insulted in my life
To which the answer was always. “Really?..” in an incredibly sceptical tone, “…then in that case, you should travel more..”
Because being brutally honest, there is no way an asshole like you could avoid being deeply and regularly insulted, if you left your own insulated little world and started travelling in the wider real world.
So, two things, experience, and the prisoner’s dilemma.
Experience is a function of time, not merely the passage of time, and for whatever reasons, and I cannot claim to be the architect of them any more than I can claim to be responsible for the colour of my own eyes, I have one way or another managed to cram an awful lot of experience into my life to date.
Many of those experiences, either through social or political or economic changes, would be impossible to replicate today, for any sums of money.
Experiences are not like a university, you don’t go there and study and come away more knowledgeable and wiser, experiences are more like a virus or a phage, you live through them, or don’t, create antibodies, or don’t, make a full recovery, or don’t, but they *will* change you, the university bit comes afterwards, should you turn introspective and start analysing what you just experienced.
It would be tough to find someone with experiences closely matching mine, they are out there, but we are literally a dying breed, it is flatly impossible to find someone significantly younger, say, in their thirties, with similar levels of experience, function of time, they haven’t lived long enough, even if they cram, because we were cramming for longer than they have been alive, and yes, they have a greater life expectancy from this point onwards, so they may eventually attain similar levels of experience, but they won’t closely match mine, as many of the things that formed a part of mine are lost in the mists of time, never to come back.
“I’m not cynical mate, just experienced.”
That is a phrase that, should you remember it, you will find ever more profound and true, the older you get and the more experienced you get.
That is a prophecy that can only ever be proved in the positive in the distant future for each of you.
Men and Women are different, just as males and females of all species are different, to argue otherwise is as to arguing that the Earth was created in 7 days some 2,000 years ago, end everything else from fossils to physics to astronomy is no more than a deliberately emplaced test of faith.
I respect your right to hold such beliefs, but I will hold you to be of significantly less worth than a dumb cloven hoofed beast, who at least may provide me with milk or meat or hide, and should there ever come a time when I am called upon to make a decision, be it life or death or otherwise, regarding your fate, you’d better start praying to your creator, because if you are depending on me you will come at the very end of the queue, after those fish that swim up your cock and hook themselves in, unless, possibly, you have big tits and are as hot as fuck.
Experience, eventually, if you allow it to, will teach you this universal truth about males and females, they are not the same, nor are they but two sides of the same coin… sure, they are very similar, but so is chimp and human DNA, and therein lies the rub, it is these apparently insignificant discrepancies that are responsible for the majority of the differences, and they are not ever trivial or insignificant, but profound.
Experience, eventually, if you allow it to, will teach you that in any artificially levelled playing field, eg modern society, will reduce all interactions, without favour of exception, between male and female human beings to an exact analogy of the prisoner’s dilemma, with one sex representing Prisoner A, and the other sex representing Prisoner B.
Let’s say you choose females to be Prisoner A and males to be Prisoner B
Prisoner A will always seek the advantageous play, and choose to fuck over Prisoner B, just in case.
Prisoner B, in our terminology here, will only choose the advantageous play and fuck over Prisoner A, if Prisoner B has well and truly taken the red pill… if… however… Prisoner B is blue pill, he will take the co-operative approach, and get fucked over totally by Prisoner A
These are BIOLOGICAL imperatives. There are no value judgements of any kind applied here.
Intrinsic to the prisoner’s dilemma is that the two prisoners are held in isolation to each other, and can not or do not communicate honestly and openly between themselves.
Which is of course the exact state of play in modern society.
Prisoner A is always going to seek advantage and try to fuck over Prisoner B, it is s strategy that guarantees Prisoner A does not lose big, worst case scenario is Prisoner A does no better than Player B
If Prisoner B is red pill through and through, he will do the same as Prisoner A, and have the same outcome, it guarantees Prisoner B does not lose big time, worst case scenario is Prisoner B does no better than Prisoner A
if Prisoner B is blue pill, this is the only circumstance in which he is both liable to lose big time, but also guaranteed no chance of ever getting ahead of the game, if he has red pill tendencies, he may, at BEST, ensure that Prisoner A does no better than himself.
If you are male, less than say 50 years old, and / or have not managed to cram experience into every one of those years, those three paragraphs above require just as big an act of faith as the line about not being cynical, just experienced.
There is NO winning strategy against another player who will ALWAYS seek the advantage.
The ONLY POSSIBLE WAY to change this situation, is to change the rules of the game and move away from the artificially levelled playing field.
The only way to level the playing field is to treat Prisoner A as a recidivist, incapable of rehabilitation, and to offer Prisoner B the opportunity for rehabilitation, which is always tell Prisoner B what Prisoner A said, before asking Prisoner B for his answer, or in more extreme circumstances, only asking Prisoner B. But of course even this has major flaws.
The worst excesses of the most patriarchal and repressive (towards females) societies in history could be characterised as the more extreme circumstances above.
In fact, the only possible real solution to this issue is to eliminate the game altogether, do not ask either player, just obtain and analyse empirical evidence… or punish both equally, you were there at the scene of the crime, therefore you are guilty, anyone innocent would have left the area as soon as they saw what was going down, and refused any further association with those who did not.
In a sense, this is where I, and others, are…. the only way a wimminz can prove she is a woman, that she is a NAWALT, is by proving a negative, and yes it is totally unfair and impossible, but, welcome to my world…. and don’t ask for or expect any sympathy.
You may indeed successfully go through life and avoid gaining any experience, and avoid seeing and acknowledging reality, and believing the world was made in 7 days 2000 years ago, and that wimminz are not Prisoner A.
But, if you do not, then sooner or later you are going to gain enough experience to see the reality before you, all wimminz are always Prisoner A, no exceptions, ever.
By the very definition of the word, you are NOT going to gain that experience cheaply, or painlessly.
I have, and I speak from experience here, precisely 0.0000000000000000% faith that I will ever convince even one man to see the light, while detouring around that expensively and painfully gained experience.
I do however have hope and faith, that for those who have paid the price and endured, I can at least offer a plausible EXPLANATION, which can aid their understanding, this is the university bit where you look back and contemplate what just happened, should they wish to listen.
Many, possibly even the majority, are like blue pill Billy boy of the Spearhead.
These messages will always fall on the stony ground, and never flourish.
There ARE ways of engaging in intimate LTR’s with Prisoner A, with caveats, and the caveats are a bastard, because you first have to go through the fucking mill yourself, and you have to find a Prisoner A who went through the fucking mill, and got fucked over by the system, and lost big time, despite always making the correct play, and the problem with THAT, is that neither you, Prisoner B, nor Prisoner A, will be even remotely like the people you thought it took to form a semi stable LTR, back in the day.
And if my main message about Prisoners A & B is always doomed to fall on stony ground with the likes of Blue pill Billy boy, that final bit just above in red is something they would literally rather cut their own wrists, and yours, than face up to….
Of course, you are quite free to prefer the “advice” given out by the Blue Pill Billy’s of this world, it is after all your ass that is getting reamed, you just form a queue next to the creationists, way there at the back, behind the Candiru.
January 9, 2014
Just…. WTF….
http://www.the-spearhead.com/2014/01/07/what-me-married/
My comments interspersed in red
Jabberwocky asked me to write a bit about my marriage and how it’s been, and I think that’s a fair question, given that I’ve written a lot about marriage, including plenty of criticism as well as attempts to reform the institution. yeah, you reformed the shit outta dat Bill, *NOT*, then, it appears, you went ahead and signed on the dotted line all over again…
He also showed some insight into my character, such as the fact that bachelorhood doesn’t come naturally to me. I don’t think that word means what you think it means… This is true. Following my divorce, I avoided women for a few years because I was still recovering from the trauma it caused. there is a difference between hiding, and recovering I think that was a good thing, as it allowed me to focus on my kids and rebuilding my life (as well as building The Spearhead) without drama or distraction. However, by the time I started to feel normal, which happened almost exactly three years after my separation, nature once again took its course, and I met my wife. Yeah, and I “fell” pregnant, and we “ended up” having sex, and I “found myself” mainlining heroin again…
We’re a far better match than my first wife and I were. Given that your view of your relationshit with the ex is 20/20 hindsight, and your relationshit with this new bitch is all crystal ball gazing, just how do you know this? My first wife and I met when we were quite young, and I had this idea that I would be a normal, middle-class guy who could make a family and grow old in peace, then enjoy old age with grandchildren. Yeah, and maybe you thought you’d end up a millionaire with a great career or retire at 35 too, nothing wrong with dreams, and no connection between having dreams and having the shit kicked out of you I idealized that lifestyle because my parents divorced when I was very young, I grew up witnessing a lot of family turmoil, and had a fairly rebellious and unstable adolescence as a result of that. So in other words your first marriage was proof that as an adult you recreate the lessons and lifestyles learned as a child from your parent(s) In my young man’s mind, domestic peace and tranquility, decency, modesty and humility were goals to strive for, perhaps partly in defiance of the chaos of my youth. No, you strive for them because they are the minimum civilised standard, it’s not a fucking goal to aim for, it is the minimum possible acceptable standard, you don’t even think about playing house unless that particular set of ducks is lined up like a motherfucker, with ZERO effort to make it so, or keep it so.
So I married my ex, thinking all would turn out alright if I believed enough and followed the conventional steps. See previous post, I believe Although I had some gnawing doubts from the beginning, so why weren’t they addressed, before you put the noose around your own neck? I figured that since we didn’t argue, a woman in wallet seeking mode argue? she seemed fairly loyal “seemed fairly loyal” WTF??? Bitch better be 100% loyal by any test I can make before we even sit down and the table and discuss fucking playing house, WTF Bill… and we were both healthy, it would work. We had two kids no, she did, even if it is you DNA, she did, and she still has her property, you just pay for it, bitch in quick succession shortly thereafter, and with them this sense of confidence vanished. Why waste any energy on making a convict think they are roaming free on the prairies? It turned out that the reason our relationship had worked before was because it was so easy or it turned out you were so easy to entrap and ensnare and emasculate and our needs so few. Suddenly my ex, despite having decent motherly instincts WTF is this shit, bitch had some puppies, what instincts are needed, none, which is what she had, even ONE decent instinct would have prevented her from separating the kids from their dad, was “not happy.” LRFH Our income was much reduced, LOL the babies were loud, no shit sherlock I realized my pay was a lot lousier than it seemed before (especially for Seattle) your pay was fucking unchanged, you just didn’t do the math, and trouble with the in-laws began to boil over into real resentment. well at least this tells you where her “character” and “qualities” came from, but, did you marry the in-laws too? big mistake right there… Less than a year after my daughter was born I already had the sense that things were not going to turn out well, and you were still the last one to get the joke and within just six months of that it was over. on the contrary, the real purpose of the whole thing was just beginning, cupcake was opening a new “chapter” It was a short marriage. it was also too long, should done the math on your salary, waited to see about loyalty, waited to see about kids, well, assuming any of those choices were yours…. If it were a person, it would have one of those sad little inconspicuous children’s tombstones you see at the cemetery which, despite their humility and small profile, are the most arresting of all. It was a person, several people actually, most of them dysfunctional from the sounds of it. From HER perspective it was the PERFECT marriage.
This time, however, hallelujah brothers and sisters, gather ye around, I have found the fabled NAWALT I found a woman I really like to talk to. I talk to my fucking laptop, doesn’t mean I have to.. oh.. never mind, the stupid is strong in this one Obi One whose interests coincide with mine, RED PILL, oh yes baby I love everything you love.. who enjoys my sense of humor, puke and who says what’s on her mind. bitch doesn’t talk much then? oh, she does talk, so you mean she says what she thinks will get you to treat her as NAWALT, OK, gotcha, wimminz in wallet seeking mode We both have a love of the written word I like readin and ritin 2 and are polyglots, covering five languages between the two of us (actually seven or eight if you use a more liberal interpretation), bet you can’t speak ass raping divorce court legalese “controlling behaviour”, that’s one of the languages she speaks you ain’t aware of yet… which is a lot of fun if you’re into that kind of thing. sure must be fun having a wimminz who can tell you to take the trash out in 5 different languages It doesn’t hurt that she has a lovely figure so far and pretty face cuntstruck…. bah… dunno why I bother with nice brown eyes (I’ve always liked brown-eyed women),no worries man, they’ll go green in time, then luminous rd… just you wait.. but physical attraction is never enough to keep people happy, better get your ass down to the gym then boy, get some tatts, cultivate some aura and start insisting everyone calls you “toecutter” or some such.. what? you weren’t expecting what? oh, you were talking about your attraction to her… I see… nods wisely at dumbass while measuring him up for his next coffin.. despite what some may think, and even the most beautiful women can come to be tiresome. usually about 3 seconds after I have finished emptying my balls into them, just want to chill and have a smoke and a coffee before skating out of there, and the bitch will start nagging and complaining… whaaaat? you’re going? just like that? what about meeeeeeeeeeee????
Another difference is that we openly express disagreement —disagreement my ass, I chastise my bitch, and I do it righteously… fuck them apples.. a lot more than I ever did with my ex. openly expressing disagreement while voluntarily putting your head in the noose again don’t mean shit. This may sound bad to some, but voicing disagreement is communication. that has to be the most limp wristed pathetic pile of shit I have ever heard in my entire fucking born days, MY BODY MY CHOICE ring any bells, your ex bitch sure COMMUNICATED to you when she disagreed with 100% of what you wanted, including seeing and raising your own fucking kids… If there’s a problem, it’s much better to work it out with someone who is willing to argue than someone who will not. If there is a problem, the bitch ain’t listening. If your wife disagrees with you and is not willing or doesn’t care enough to argue about it, guess what? she doesn’t know her place, end of….. Your marriage is in big trouble. Nope, the marriage is fiiine, it is YOU that are in big trouble.. It may already be over.
As for my men’s issues writing, she sometimes disagrees vehemently, no shit sherlock, she is a wimminz and gives me some grief over it, slap the bitch until she learns her place then, which is not to comment on what her man does. but she also agrees with a surprising amount. You bet your ass she does, and it will ALL be used against you in your next divorce The main sticking points are support for mothers, ROTFLMFAO… whoooda thunkit… DANGER will robinson, red pill alert, DEFCON98, ah, wtf, nobody is listening, certainly not billy boy… which I think should be conditional, careful there tiger, don’t wanna get tooo radical and she does not, and that’s your death warrant Bill, only you can’t and won’t see it and whether younger women really are sometimes proper for older men (she scoffs at the idea). She’ll also scoff at some younger cock herself, but that’s OK, she’s cougar innit… But she isn’t a typical American feminist — not yet, but now she is living in seattle it won’t take long… ignition in 5… 4… she’s a NE European, with a more “Mitteleuropa” cultural sensibility, so some of the craziness of Anglo feminism, hey, but only some of it.. right… such as support for throwing women into battle hey, I’m not greedy, I’ll settle for the gutter.. or demanding that women “lean in” seems absurd and backward to her, at least, that is what she says around you and the opposite of what she’d call progress. Billy boy making the classic mistake, hooking up with a wimminz who ain’t from hereabouts, meanwhile, back where she does hail from, very fucker has a story about her… Someone could probably write a book about the myriad philosophical differences between European and American feminism. 4 legs good, 2 legs bad, cunt good, penis bad… do I collect my royalties now? Interestingly, as a European she’s much more of a moderate on the abortion issue than American feminists, seeing abortion as a negative thing overall, what, she has YET ANOTHER apparent opinion that just so happens to mesh with your own stated views on a given subject,,, wow, better man up and put a ring on that bitch… especially in the context of small peoples like her own, and thinks the 12 week limit, standard in much of Europe, is adequate (it may surprise people to know that American abortion laws are, in general, more liberal than European ones). All in all, we probably agree more than disagree when it comes to sexual politics, sexual politics.. bitch, unless you agree the State has NO place in sex, we disagree, vehemently.. with some notable exceptions. no, no, don’t tell me, domestic abuse and control, domestic violence, sexual abuse, spousal rape, she holds stronger views than you eh…
As for whether she supports me writing about these things, this isn’t really an issue. No, but it will be the instant she files those papers on your ass, then it won’t be an issue, it will be evidence We’re both pretty liberal about allowing each other to express ourselves freely, well how fucking enlightened of you and in any event it’s a form of honest work, so is prostitution, well, more honest than marriage and child support even if it doesn’t pay off all that well (I hope to make some changes in that regard). Hey, nothing changes, same as your first job in your first marriage eh However, if I were writing obscene or otherwise sexually explicit material, you mean like vampires and wolves with huge cocks gangbanging and taping poor innocent little sluts trapped in boring marriages to boring web authors? I think that would probably be a dealbreaker, ain’t nothing a dealbreaker and that’s fine by me — it would be unreasonable to expect a wife to tolerate that when I’d never accept it from her. Except when it comes to misandrist state laws, single mommy support, that sort of thing… uh-huh
Will it last? No. I hope so, you dumb fuck… but part of marriage these days is accepting that you can only do your part. and your part is to be the dumb shit who spends the rest of his life paying for it, so tell me again why you would go anywhere near such a thing, even at gunpoint? Actually, I suspect that’s always been the case. Read Hosea for some Biblical context on the issue. Dysentry was a bitch back then too I’ve come to understand that if someone really wants to go, How about my policy, the bitch isn’t even here in the first fucking place unless THAT is what she wants more than anything else in the world… the best thing you can do for yourself is to play is smart and protect yourself beforehand, but that is neither what you are doing nor advocating let them have their way and keep a philosophical attitude about it. I suppose taking it up the ass eventually gets to be pleasant Bill, I’ll take your word for it, I shan’t be finding out for myself… I believe this is even expressed in the New Testament (1 Corinthians 7:12-16). Lots of shit is expressed in the bible, dining on babies foreskins, you name it, doesn’t seem like a good authority for life in the 21st century to me In other words, I can only keep my promises in that regard, and that’s quite enough to ask of one man. and of course how dare we ask anything from da wimminz… sigh…
Hopefully, this is enough to satisfy readers’ curiosity. No, it just confirms all my suspicions about you, and everything I stated about you previously. In general, I try to keep my family out of things, but since I’m writing about these issues so much it’s bound to come up from time to time. As a final little note, we just found out that we’re having a boy, clonk, there was the other shoe falling God willing.This god of yours, you do realise he must fucking hate you…
January 8, 2014
Now is the winter of our discontent
January has traditionally been a quiet time in the world of IT, so I’m paid to sit at home in my slippers smoking and drinking and writing shit on’t’intertubez…
Someone asked me if I read other blogs and sites around the MRM, yes, I do, so why do I no longer comment on those sites?
Combination of things, life is too short, I don’t want to be seen as poaching traffic, I already have a place to vent my spleen, I can’t be bothered registering, my browser security extensions break the comment scripts, etc etc
SO anyway, I said to the bitch, in this situation you should do this, and of course, because I said it, she went and did something else.
Rinse and repeat a few times.
So the bitch starts talking about these things, and says to me, I should have done this, and not that, where this is exactly what I told her to do, and that is exactly what she did.
I point this out, yeah she says, you *are* always fucking right, and that really pisses me off about you.
Uh-huh, I say, I am always right, you were always wrong, you always ignored my advice and did it your way and regretted it, and now you are pissed off at me, because I was always right… that about it?
Yeah, she says…
Maybe baby, I reply, you could try being annoyed at the stupid cunt who ignored my always right advice, instead of being annoyed at me for always being right.
<crickets – hamster wheel has a seized bearing>
It’s true though, nobody points a gun at anyone’s head, they (male and female) make these bad decisions day in and day out, all by themselves, and you can’t claim you couldn’t see it coming, if 99% of the time you ended up getting arrested by the po-lice for being an asshole, you started that evening with one of the three stooges, Larry or Curly or Moe, well maybe the penny is going to drop that if you want to avoid any more arrests, you might wanna start by avoiding Larry and Curly and Moe, and no, I don’t actually give a fuck that they are you only three “friends” on the entire planet.
Lay down with dogs, get up with fleas.
It’s not me whose future you are destroying bitch, it’s yours, and your kids, there is no WE here, I got no skin in your game, I’m just an interested observer on the sidelines who likes to fuck you etc, until you make yourself unfuckable, which seems to be the plan you’re working on.
And no, it’s not some childish tit for tat, push me, shove you, “keeping score” when I enumerate your various fuck ups to you, it is just accounting, keeping you honest.
If you don’t like it, stay away from me, if you stay near me, better get used to it, because I see no reason I should change my fucking behaviour just because you are around.
If you want the warmth of the fire, you have to stay near to it, if you want to stop getting burned, stop putting your hands into the flames. Treat me as that fire.
Shame, she doesn’t have a big enough portion, yet, to stop hanging with the three stooges, the after effects hurt, but not enough, and that right there is the secret, why people carry on being assholes….not enough SHAME felt.
Besides, Larry Moe and Curly are bad boyz innit.
Hey wildman, look at me, what do you see, a gentile Rick Moranis in his late fifties, all skin and bone, computer nerd wimp asshole, never did amount to a stream of piss and there ain’t no glory in the future…. that what you see?
The meek shall inherit the earth, after everyone else is through with it, if that’s all right with you…
that what you see?
You one dumb motherfucker then.
We this way now because we are filled with shame and embarrassment at what we used to be, we’re atoning… I knew a guy who survived WW2 in asia, on his fucking todd, though the jungles and swamps, just him vs the japs and the rest of the world, did damn near a year of that, never did talk about it, but you just know you do not survive that shit and walk out by being Forrest Gump, so he walked straight into the seminary and became a priest, and spent the rest of his live atoning.
Bad boyz? Be thankful you fell about six orders of magnitude short of being bad enough to ever make a man like that lose his temper with you, because he’d take your mind and your soul, as easy as taking candy from a baby, before he took your life, and he’d be doing just to see that fucking look on your face.
Hey, we read Atrocity Week (by Andy McCoy) back when it came out in ’78, and we are all yeah? and? and picking things outta the book and saying hey, he’s talking about so and so..
Myself I can distinctly remember the book coming out because while I was reading it this guy, a Belgian merc, not a heroic or pleasant hollywierd chimera, the real deal, a fucking animal, special forces types always are, it’s a pre-requisite, was sobbing like a baby, he’s just been introduced to some of Africa’s ways real up close and personal like, border patrol, black bitch with little screaming black picaninny in her arms, and he was about to fuck with the black troopers with him because their first response is to cut the baby’s throat and rape the bitch and then kill her too, stand-off for a moment there, just before his world came crashing down, perceived reality vs real reality.
One of the black troopers grabbed the baby from the bitch, which was still screaming like a mother-fucker, all swaddled up African style, and he says see, baby crying, baby crying lots, man not want to hurt baby, is true?
Our merc nods, not sure where this is going, but he nods.
So the trooper goes on to explain, lots of what they are doing here is trying to combat (raw uncut from the ground) gemstone smuggling, and a really great way to smuggle gemstones past white soldiers is to take a small female baby, maybe 12 months old, and disembowel it through the cunt, which you can do so there are no external marks and limited blood loss, and it can live anything from a couple of hours to almost a day, and stuff the cavity with gemstones, and plug it with with some rag, swaddle the baby up and give it to a woman to walk across the border areas with.
I heard the words, our merc says, tears running down his face, but they didn’t make sense, so the trooper un-swaddles the baby, and there, sure enough is the bloody rag hanging out of the still screaming baby’s cunt.
I’ll lay money the same exact shit is going down today in CAR, and the French and Chinese and Russians and mercs on the ground and drone operators in the air will be as blissfully ignorant as our merc, and the guy who handed me the paperback expecting it to blow my mind…
Meanwhile youth unemployment in Spain passed 58%, and that’s the fucking OFFICIAL figures, the truth will be much worse….
And bitches still be playing the oooooooh I just tripped and accidentally fell on his cock game with the so called bad boys, and the so called bad boys be lappin’ it up, and us omega male has been Rick Moranis computer geeks are just sitting there quietly, yeah so, you’re a real bad ass, and you scare the crap outta me, because when TSHTF you’re the kind of fucker who goes crying to mummy, and leaves my flank exposed…
In closing, please don’t think I am being “racis” and coming down on the wogs, or the nips, or anyone else, plenty of white men are at least as “good” at being bad. Even just 20 years ago in Europe in a place I could drive to in 24 hours, just as bad shit went down.
One in three say Dad should not have say in their child’s upbringing
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January 7, 2014
Digitally imported.
Commenter Hans made a very astute comment, comparing bitcoin to mp3’s.
Let’s take a look at mp3’s for a minute, since I have 50,000+ of them on the jukebox.
Pro’s
- work on any of my devices, computers, laptops, android phones and tablets, flat screen telly via USB slot, SD card and USB stick in the car stereo.
- easy to store
- easy to move
- easy to share
- just works
- etc
Con’s
- there are some devices that won’t play them, turntables and such of course, but then again I don’t own any, having divested myself of LP’s and cassettes etc
- don’t come with physical album covers
- you can’t actually handle them, if you wanted to.
- ummm, struggling here…
So it is no great difficulty to see why mp3’s beat things like LP’s, Cassettes, and latterly red book audio CD’s.
I can put a 16 GB USB or SD stick in anything with a USB or SD socket and have far more music on tap than I used to have back in the day, and back in the day I had an unusually large record collection, of over 140 LP’s and over 300 45’s, plus no delays finding of cueing the next thing up, etc etc etc.
Plus, being a digital medium (which you should of course back up) they are immune to physical damage, they don’t get scratched or dirty or get wrapped around the pinch roller and chewed up, plus, being digital, you can trivially make a perfect copy.
The RIAA failed and Napster etc won, simply because of utility, they had a business model that insisted I pay significantly more money, for significantly less utility.
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Now, fiat currencies weren’t digital, but in many ways they are now, I can easily go all month if I wanted to without ever handling or spending any actual physical cash, so, in effect, it is a digital medium.
At this point it is worth noting the differences between digital music, and digital money.
Digital music, if it uses a DRM free format, is trivial to make a perfect copy of, digital money isn’t, not for the end user, because the end user never actually got the money, any more than a Netflix user actually gets the films directly.
But, digital money is incredibly popular, the same as digital music, not because of the cost, but because of the utility.
But, wait a minute, let’s examine that utility.
I type this from the UK, so my digital money is Pounds Sterling, yours might be US$, or AU$ or Renminbi, or Euro.
Digital US$ aren’t much use to me at all here in the UK, if you come here or I go there with my plastic, we actually get billed in the local currency, and the bank that issues our cards does the exchange.
So x equivalent amount in US$ in digital money here in the UK has significantly less utility than the same value represented in UK£ in digital money, that I can spend literally anywhere with a chip and pin machine, which nowadays is almost literally anywhere, and is anywhere online.
So the value is the acceptance, and vice versa, if it has utility it is accepted and therefore has value.
Bit-coin is the same, or indeed any other electronic currency, if it has enough utility, eg I can use it easily enough without jumping through hoops, then it is accepted, and therefore it has value.
A few years ago in mainland Europe you had to have marks or francs or lire, Euro was worthless and useless, even when it was available, but when the Euro was made the default currency and the national currencies were retired, well, overnight it had utility, you could spend it anywhere, in fact, you could spend it more places than you could the original national currency, so it was accepted, so it has value.
You see the point here, once things go digital, what they actually are is completely irrelevant, and what they represent too, because now what they represent is utility, acceptance, and therefore value.
Back in the day, when you worked abroad, you always always always had a spare passport, a Rolex, and some pure gold jewellery like chunky rings, if TSHTF you went directly to the airport, waved your passport at them, and traded the Rolex for a ticket on the next plane out.
Today in 2014 I could still go to any airport on the planet and find someone willing to trade me a ticket for my Rolex.
Of course they would, I’d be getting maybe 10c on the dollar in the exchange…. so the Rolex is acceptable as a form of currency, as are gold and silver bullion coins, but the utility at 10c on the $ is frankly fucking crap, so the value as a currency is crap.
Same thing if I want a bus ride, a hamburger, or a packet of smokes… that’s be two bucks please sir…. got change of a Kruger-rand?
Nope, and they sit there and grin at you…
It doesn’t matter what you use as a currency either, or who issues it.
Back in the day in Spain I could earn 5,000 pesetas an hour, and menu del dia (three course meal and wine or beer) was 500 pesetas, so I had to work 6 minutes at my job to buy a good lunch down at the local cantina, clearly, that made me a wealthy man.
If I went back there today, it doesn’t matter that the peseta is gone and it is now in euros, hell, the menu del dia could be 500 trillion zimbabwe dollars, even that doesn’t matter, as long as I can do the same exact job and earn 500 trillion zimbabwe dollars in 6 minutes.
So you see, the price and the currency do not matter, what matters is how long I have to do the same work, to buy the same meal.
If I have to work 12 minutes, my standard of living just dropped by half.
If I have to work an hour, my standard of living dropped by 90%
If I am, as I was there, earning a lot of money compared to the average guy on the street, well, that is a personal problem.
If however we start talking about the average man on the street having to work ten times as long to buy the same meal, then that is economic collapse.
Again, it has nothing whatsoever to do with what the currency is, or who issues it.
Logically, it suddenly starts to look very much like the RIAA, they do not bring anything that is absolutely required to the table, they are just there to take their cut of every single transaction.
What we should have, in a sane and logical society, is this;
- A transaction bank layer, they do nothing but process payments and transactions, but they can do currency exchange, no loans, no savings, no monetary control.
- A savings and loan bank layer, they do nothing but savings and loans, no transactions, no monetary control.
- A monetary control bank layer, all they do is issue currency and control its supply, no transactions, no exchange, no loans, no savings.
Of course, none of these layers should be permitted ANY links or connections of any kind to any other layer, not even through ten layers of offshore shell holding companies and shadow directorships or even investments or stocks, if you own shares in a transaction bank you cannot own shares in a savings and loan bank, if you try, those shares are confiscated and sold on the open market.
Nor should any of these layers be allowed to partake in fractional reserve banking, the transaction layer doesn’t need to, it can make money charging 50c on every transaction, and the savings and loan layer should not be allowed to, you can only loan an amount equivalent to your savings.
While we are at it, we can talk about that *other* monetary system, stocks and shares, that only needs one rule, if you buy a stock, you cannot sell it before 1,000 days are up, and stocks themselves cannot be traded or uses as security or collateral for anything else, as that would make them like money… see…
Of course, at a stroke, 95% of the “economy” of the City of London would vanish overnight, which means 75% of UK “economy” would vanish overnight, but, nothing of value would be lost, quite the contrary.
Which brings us back to bitcoin, linden dollars, and the like.
Now, I am not going to sit here and claim that central bankers are all kind hearted philanthropic geniuses with our best interests at heart, that isn’t true.
But, neither are they all robber barons.
No matter how they got there, they found themselves in charge of the poisoned chalice, and the chalice became poisoned when electronics gave rise to computers which gave rise to a global network of electronic, virtual, currencies.
It isn’t just out of control, in its present form it is uncontrollable.
A civil war and bodies lying in the streets are preferable, from this perspective, to Greece, or anyone else, leaving the Euro.
Why, because the Euro was a step on the way to regaining control, not because it is a Euro, but because it is a unified currency.
Shades of why I keep saying the only answer is devaluation, it’s out of control, devaluation and issuing a “new euro” delays the out of control moment.
Yes, bit coin IS as valid in theory as the Euro or US$, and that IS the problem, it cannot be allowed to be, or you might as well bring back ALL the pre-Euro national currencies, and that can’t be allowed, because the uncontrollable system that is our money markets would collapse, and China and India have all the gold, and they can issue a gold backed currency into that vacuum, and we can’t.
China is spreading its bets, it owns vast amounts of physical gold, vast amounts of us treasury bucks, and vast amounts of digital fiat currency QE, doesn’t matter which way the tree falls, they have a hand in the game.
mp3 killed the music industry, because it gave us utility and exposed the sham, last year the global music industry revenues were 20 billion US$
the computer gaming industry for the same period had global revenues of 66 billion US$
You wanna be the manger for the next Miley Cyrus or the next Gordon Freeman?
Better the proles think that the bankers are all stupid bloodsucking leeches and vampires than they know the truth, the bankers are all sat in the control room of a reactor about to melt its way through to China, fucking crapping themselves, and doing anything and everything they can to try and prevent a total meltdown.
You should watch bitcoin as avidly as anyone who had anything to do with the music industry should have watched napster.
Invest in it? Hell no, that’s like betting the bookies a thousand bucks at 1:1000 (not 1000:1) odds you’ll be dead this time next year, even if you win, you lose.
Opinions, I got a million of em…
Advice, if you ask me for advice, and I give it, and you take it, you are a fucking idiot.
*YOU* are *the* expert on the ground at the sharp end where the rubber meets the road in *your* life, and *you* will be the one bearing all the future consequences of your decisions.
Having said that, if you come to me for advice, and you treat what I say correctly, which is just another opinion, another perspective, another sounding board, eg tools that might perhaps allow you to sift and sort the data you have, then maybe it has some worth.
So please don’t ask me for advice, I don’t want the responsibility… if you want my opinion, fine, ask away..
I was asked what I would do if I had US$ 250,000 in the bank, my answer was I’d take 90% of it out and either buy some LAND, not property / buildings but land, or stockpile shit that does not go off but that I can sell piecemeal, like reels of armoured electrical wire, EP140 lube, etc
But, that is just my opinion, and it is an easy one to give, I got no skin in that game, not in the US, don’t hold any bucks, certainly don’t have quarter of a mill in the bank, etc etc.
So, anyway, moving on… had an email from J
Amongst other things, he says he senses a lot of pain in what I write, can’t argue with that, and shades of the old biker limping down the road as he walks to buy some smokes or milk or whatever, he got no time for the bullshit from the new bikers and born again bikers who haven’t fallen off and hurt themselves and who think they are 2 wheeled ninjas immune and invulnerable and basically too fucking good and cool to fuck up.
Pain ain’t a bad, thing, it is life’s way of telling you that you are not as smart and competent and aware of your surroundings as you thought you were…
J says “You are not saying you don’t have those normal feelings like anyone else, you are only saying that to treat blue pill feelings like they connect to reality will hurt you more in the long run than looking at women for how they really are.” Bingo.
See, I’m only human, I cannot stop myself having these feelings, so I have to learn that I cannot trust these feelings, it’s the same with an alky or a junkie, or even anyone who ever gave up or tried and failed to give up smoking.
Within an hour your own brain is literally lying to you, sneaking all sorts of reasons into your thought processes about how and why just one single smoke right now isn’t not giving up, it is actually going to help you giving up, cos look at you now bro, your head ain’t working properly and you’re obsessing about smokes, best to have just the one now and get rid of the craving, hell, cutting down is a step in the right direction, you don’t *have* to go cold turkey to give up, etc etc.
Now you have civil war inside your own head and body, one aspect of your personality in a battle for supremacy with another aspect of it.
Civil war inside your head is not good.
Of course, it was fostered by your whole approach to the task being bullshit.
You got basically 2 options.
1/ Go cold turkey, stop dead, this is appropriate only if your intention is to give up for life, and you don’t actually enjoy smoking, you are just addicted.
2/ Cut back, it is still unhealthy, but if you cut consumption by 80% then it is only doing 20% of the damage to your health that it was, and this is appropriate if you actually enjoy the odd smoke, but know you smoke too much.
Choosing the wrong approach for the wrong ends is certain failure.
If you enjoy the odd smoke, then a nicotine patch is still feeding the nicotine craving and keeping it alive, while denying you the pleasure of the odd smoke.
If you are going to limit yourself to a certain level, then you can say OK, 4 small cigars a day, or 10 roll ups a day, no more tailor mades with all the chemical additives, or only Virginia tobacco, or whatever, the point is you get selective…. the guy who limits himself to 4 small snifters of cognac a day might still be an alcoholic, but he won’t have a drinking problem per se (drink driving notwithstanding)
That is what a lot of this blog is about, I like to stick my dick in cunt, I like fucking, I like kinky dirty sex.
I can no more avoid wimminz than a smoker can avoid walking past a tobacconist or other people with tobacco in their pockets or smoke in their hands.
It is a strategy, not a target or a goal.
A strategy makes it harder for your own brain to lie to you and deceive you, if you are goal oriented and you give in and have just that one smoke two days in after trying to quit your head says there you go that was a waste of time, here you are back at square one, and boy did you enjoy that smoke anyway (which is true) and life suck at the moment, so maybe you should have tried to quit next week and not this, hey, that sounds like a plan…
A strategy says ok, you had a smoke, and you enjoyed it, and you also managed to cut down, and smoke only when you enjoyed it rather than automatically, good man, keep it up.
A goal will see you throwing all your smokes in the bin, then suffering, then saying fuckit and dashing off to the 24 hour shop at midnight for more smokes.
A strategy will see you putting the smokes and lighter in one inconvenient place, say on top of a kitchen cabinet, if you want a smoke you must go there, replace the smokes where they came from in top of the cabinet, and stand there and enjoy the smoke.
The goal attempts to deny the blue pill in you, the strategy accepts it is there and it is going to stay there, but, smoking now has to be a conscious decision to get up and walk to the kitchen and reach up and stand there, not an automatic unthinking response.
In life, strategies teach you lessons and modify your behaviour over time, goals do not.
Answer me this, wimminz behaviour, the hamster wheel, rationalisations, all the aspects of AWALT behaviour, does it fit the goal oriented model or the strategy oriented model?
The blue pill shit we as men were all brought up with, grow up to be an x and get married and have kids and a house and so on, is that something you obtain via strategy over time or just a lot of goals.
Buying 5 x $1 lottery tickets every day is goal oriented. You want the fucking prize.
Putting 5 x $1 in a jar every day, because your strategy is you cut your smoking down so you save 5 bucks a day, and then at the end of the week treating yourself to a new video game or a steak dinner or saving it for a month to buy a PC component or something else, you try to walk towards the fucking prize, doesn’t matter if the target moves, as long as you face towards it and keep walking you are hunting.
Sailing, as in wind power ONLY, and trying to get from A to B, it is a great teacher, but you have to be able to take the required time out from life to be able to learn those lessons, not everyone can take a month off to sail only 500 miles cos that’s how wind and tide and weather worked out.
But nobody needs time off to play in their own head, it is there 24/7, so use it.
As J says ” Like: Is it is too much to ask to have a woman love and appreciate you in a human way? ”
And the answer is of course yes, but it shouldn’t be, and everything you were ever taught about this subject by society is a fucking lie.
If you work on goals you are doomed either way, you become just another wimminz or niggerz, but if you are strategy oriented then it is a question that never gets old, because every time you ask it you observe some other detail that you had not previously noted, either in the present or in some buried memories.
J says “Often when I am reading what you write, it seems to resurrect past dealings I have had with women, and push unpleasant occasions directly into the forefront of my mind. Spooky. Only now am I old enough I guess to be able to handle the fucked up thing my girlfriend or sister or mother said or did all those years ago, and really accept what it means about all the others too”
and that’s the secret, to gain that ability, first you have to survive that shit, to live long enough to gain enough experience etc.. if you are goal oriented you’ll just keep making the same mistakes, over and over and over.
Strategy.. well, strategy will make you laugh your ass off, because it means you weren’t the first fucker to live long enough to work this shit out and gain the experience and equanimity, and there is a long line of men going back into history and prehistory, and they worked this shit out too, and their attitudes were the same, fuck you if I should stay silent to save you from being offended, and fuck you if you think I’m taking any responsibility for it.
I am prepared to bet my left testicle there was an ancient Greek equivalent to “What do you mean, WE, asshole, you got a mouse in your pocket or something”
Sadly what we do not have today is an equivalent to the ancient Roman saying, “In Ceasar’s day, you’d have been chained to an oar.”
