Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

August 29, 2013

Ya got to have fucking intuition mate…


Further to a chat with a mate about a recent skank ho of mine.

So he says to me, you not bonking skanky this weekend, I told him no, that one has run its course.

Damn he says, she showed promise, had a lot going for her, what happened?

Quelle fucking surprise I told him, she fucking lied to me.

Ah he says, I knew you said a couple of weeks ago you suspected it.

Yeah, didn’t have any fucking proof until a couple of days ago, but had that gut feeling summat wasn’t right, and when it comes to wimminz I always trust my gut feelings, no matter how fucking vague.

Of course, being a wimminz, as soon as you call them on their bullshit their fucking attitude instantly shifts forever, but like the lass upstairs who waited all of three days of mourning for her boyfriend who was carted of by po-lice in handcuffs, before literally moving in a new guy, but as she said to him as the po-lice hauled him away, she wasn’t cheating on him, no sir.

As I said to my mate, and to the skank in question, it’s not the fact she fucked someone else that bothers me, she has had so many cocks and cunts another one doesn’t make the slightest difference, her value was already zero.

It’s not even just the fucking lying, although that is a big part of it, no, what really gets me is a/ thinking she could bullshit me, and b/ acting like a spoilt child when she gets caught, and revving up the hamster wheel in order to avoid having to face the reality and consequences of HER choices and HER actions.

How the fuck am I supposed to respect *anything* about a spoiled three year old who has ridden a thousand cocks?

One fucking day, just fucking maybe, I will meet a woman, and by definition this would be a woman and not a wimminz, familiar with the concepts;

  • Ignoring the future consequences of your current actions does not in any way negate those consequences.
  • every single choice you make today has repercussions for your entire future life
  • once you break something, like trust or your word or not having told a lie to an individual, you can’t *ever* go back to the way things were
  • once you change the way things were in one area, you change the way things were in all areas

The last one is the doozy, once you lie, or otherwise change the playing field by your actions, there is no more “mates rates” if I sell you something, there is no more pay me back that 50 as and when you can, no rush, there is no more sure, grab a coffee, pull up a chair and tell me your troubles, I no longer give a fuck.

And you gotta remember, I am the least likely guy to indulge in any of the nicey nicey shit and buy you a drink to chat you up or flowers or crap, sure, if you are here and sucking my cock all night I’m happy to feed you coffee and mebbe some vittlins, if I am eating too, usually zero financial expenditure of any kind on my part (apart from anything else, doing something dumb like buying the bitch some flowers for her birthday = instant loss of respect for ya) and even so, you still gotta trust your fucking intuition when something ain’t right, and that means INSTANTLY start thinking and acting like it is game over, even if you might get another fuck or two out of the skank.

So he says to me, basically you just don’t trust *any* wimminz do ya bro.

I tell him, no I don’t, and so far I have been proven right 100% of the time.

And you know how men fuck up, they apply LOGIC and REASON, two utterly alien concepts to the situation, and thus come to the conclusion that she can’t be doing x, because there is no possible fucking upside for her in doing x, and nothing but a multitude of downsides reverberating down the path of her future.

So he grins at me and says hey, it could be worse, we could be living in Damascus.

lol

 

The friendzone – from the wimminz side

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 8:04 pm

Oh, how I lol’ed….

I have discussed before how wimminz will never, ever, ever break a so called “friendship” with another wimminz, no matter how horribly that other wimminz behaves.

We all also know all about (thanks in part to the manosphere) that beta male zombie living death known as being friendzoned by a wimminz.

So, what happens when a man friendzones a wimminz, you ask?

I’ll tell you, it’s as if god reached down with a magic eraser and wiped you from said wimminz life in mere moments flat, suddenly you cease to exist, if she had your phone number, email or other electronic contact details, they all get blocked permanently.

Even if said wimminz gets in the shit, she won’t call you, she’d rather walk 5 miles home in the rain and dark.

Mark Twain said something along the lines of it being anger that got men in to trouble, and pride that kept them there, but never were truer words said about the wimminz…

Of course, trifling with a wimminz pride is never a safe occupation, so I would caution against seeing it as a really great way to end a relationshit.

In other news, with the imminent Syria shit, and knock on effect on the economy in general and price of fuel in particular, I can see a lot more wimminz facing the financial wall, so we may see if my often stated observations about wimminz being in need of men to provide for them in exchange for kinky sex hold out true.

I suspect they will.

A recent commenter said that “people do what they wanna do” has to cut both ways, and apply to me to, and he is quite correct in this.

  • I don’t take shit from wimminz or niggerz
  • I fuck skank ho sluts, zero emotional or financial involvement or outlay
  • I live alone
  • I am accepting of the fact that while my lifestyle might not be what I once imagined, or hoped for, or dreamed of, in reality it is sustainable and pretty cosy, and any faults I could find with it are probably of the grass is greener next door variety.

I’m sure you get the idea, so yes, the commenter is right, there are many things that I should be doing that I ain’t, but the flipside is there are very very few things that I am doing that I bloody well shouldn’t be.

One of the things I am doing that I should not be doing is going all Nightrider on the roads, particularly towards other assholes (lol) who are exhibiting signs of road rage towards me.. In the past week there have been three fucks who are all rather fortunate that it is illegal heah-abouts to drive with a loaded 44 automag in the glove box.

The interesting thing is not so much what pisses them off, but what tips them over the edge.

What pisses them off is (here in the UK) the rule of the road is keep left, you ain’t the fastest mother-fucker on the road, and just because YOU are doing 0.1 mph below the legal speed limit, some of us are happy to go faster… that and me just tailgating the cunts till they get the message… OK, I drive like a cunt, or as one observant wimminz said, you drive a car like you’re riding a motorbike.

What sets them off is this fine example of German automotive engineering has automatic everything, and everything includes lights and wiper, and being cautious and practical, this means the lights come on early.

So, cunt up their ass in the fast lane they could possibly deal with, cunt up their ass with headlights on when it is merely cloudy at 3pm, they flip, thinking said cunt has physically reached down and made the decision to put the headlights on to intimidate other drivers.

Yeah, you guessed it, you can only think like that if you are driving a piece of shit Vauxhall or Peugot or some such shitbox, not a German shitbox, and not an 18 month old German shitbox, and not an 18 month old black German shitbox, with a driver wearing a black shirt and tie (you choose, mafiosi / barista / doesn’t give a fuck field tech) but thank fuck no mirror shades.

Those suitably set off tend to fall into one of three categories, wimminz, niggerz sat in their own car with a fucking hi-viz vest on, and ricers.

The thing they ALL have in common is none of the cunts can drive, smooth is fast, placing yourself correctly and then taking a smooth run up you can take 3 or 4 or 5 vehicles at once, driving too close and jerking out at the last moment and planting your foot without selecting the right gear, you hold up every other cunt trying to overtake.

My 2012 eco box German car will return (imperial gallons) around 49 mpg at a sustained 95 mph on a flat dry motorway with no crosswinds, it does that by using a small 1.6 litre 4 pot inter-cooled turbo diesel, which means below 2k on the rev-counter there is no boost and no torque, so if you are trying to hump along a hilly A road such as the A35 south coast road at 85/90 with the occasional spurt to 99 mph, or overtake a couple of arctics and caravans on a hill in one of the few dual lane overtaking spots, you just GOT to be smooth, or the motor will never get you there.

And the point of all this fucking drivel?

Well, if you are gonna be doing something you din’t oughta be doin’, for fucks sake at the very least do it with some style and measure of competence.

 

August 25, 2013

Sweet little lies

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:45 am

I was about to type “it is a thing wimminz never understand”, but the fact is niggerz don’t either, in fact it is the most powerful and brutal filter out there.

That being, someone who knows the value of the truth, and their word.

To me it is and remains the most valuable thing I own, I know this isn’t rhetoric and hyperbole and bigging myself up, because when I was offered limited contact with my sons in exchange for signing a few standard court papers that essentially did little more than agree that everyone has followed the proper procedures, I refused to sign them, telling them that my signing them would be tantamount to me giving my blessing for all the incompetence and corruption that constituted the case.

Sure, I can hang out with someone who I know is a liar who breaks their word, I can work for them, I can fuck them, let’s face it, if I couldn’t the only alternative is life as a hermit.

What I do not do is trust them, the value placed on what they tell me, and what they promise me, is zero. I’ll wait and see what they actually do, thanks all the same. And what they did yesterday and today is no guide to future performance either.

But I have never yet been able to get a wimminz (or a niggerz come to that) to actually understand or grep the value of “my word is my bond”, may as well try and explain motorway breakdown cover to a duck.

It always seems to be the trivial, pointless and worthless things that lies and the value of their word / promises are squandered over, it’ll be over something pathetic like not making a phone call, not posting a letter, not paying a small bill, not being late.

The strange dichotomy between the thing that is valued so highly by me I’ll cut my own heart out and refuse to see my sons, and yet valued so lowly as to be worthless by them.

Take the story in the papers now of the two English sluts who went from Ibiza to Peru to smuggle coke back and got caught.

Call me a fucking cynic, but how can someone coerce you at gunpoint to get on a commercial flight in one country, hang out partying in another country for a week, then get on another commercial flight with a load of drugs.

DOES NOT FUCKING COMPUTE.

How can anyone else, much less an so called journalist and newspaper, print such a load of obvious tripe and bullshit while studiously ignoring all the blatant flaws in the story.

DOES NOT FUCKING COMPUTE.

And right there is where you will have the difficulty, trying to understand that which you cannot.

So a wimminz tells me an utterly fucking pointless lie, and breaks a promise for an utterly pointless “reason”, the fact is she doesn’t even begin to understand what she has lost, any more than I can understand why she did it for so trivial and pointless “reasons”…

And at that point you really did devote too much time and effort to the subject, just move along and treat them the way they insist that you treat them, by their latest actions only.

Life is too fucking short.

August 23, 2013

You just didn’t spot it yet

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:33 am

Years ago I knew this guy, he had a set phrase that he used to trot out to people who came up with engineering designs, because invariably they would come to him and tell him they had ironed all the bugs and flaws out and it was now ready for EP1

(Back in those days you did design work, then made Engineering Prototype 1, (EP1) and EP2, then Production Prototype 1 (PP1) and PP2, then Production Design 1 etc… EP1 could look like a dogs dinner, it just proved the principles, did the thing do what it was supposed to, PP1 had to encompass those things in a consumer ready package, and PD1 is what was actually sent to the shop floor for the initial pilot production run…)

He’d tell them, it’s got fucking flaws, you just didn’t spot them yet.

Every time someone, or indeed myself, entertains the NAWALT thought for a fleeting moment, that phrase pops into my head, the bitch is AWALT, you just haven’t spotted the flaw that removes the N from the front yet.

There is a secondary reason.

That old guy reckoned that you could sum up the issue in 99.999% of cases by stating that the undiscovered flaw would eventually be characterised as the thing not doing what it claimed to do, at some point or in some area of the spec.

In pretty much 99.999% of cases of the NAWALT being revealed to be AWALT, it has been the same thing, something she actually did, or failed to do, or something about her, did not live up to what she said was the case.

The guys trying to bring the design to life through mockups, EP1, EP2, PP1 etc basically spent all their time trying to make this thing fit the specs.

They weren’t stupid, but this was their focus, to work through the specs making this thing fit them all one by one.

The old guy was great at finding flaws, because he would go through the spec and deduce logical scenarios where the specs would give rise to situations with parameters that the basic design didn’t even address.

Let me give you an example.

Let’s say you are making a machine tool, the thing is 1 metre long, and it is made of just one material, steel, and lets say it has to work to a repeatable precision of 100 microns, or 0.1 mm.

Let’s say steel has a coefficient of thermal expansion of 0.000013 per degree.

1 metre = 1,000 mm = 1,000,000 microns, so raise the temperature 1 degree and that bed will expand by 13 microns, raise it 10 degrees and it will expand by 130 microns, you just exceeded your repeatable precision of 100 microns, even before you added anything else to that bed.

So he would look for the systems put in place, not specifically listed in the spec, but nevertheless required to meet the spec, that would measure the temperature and therefore thermal expansion of this bed at regular intervals along it, together with some system of calibration and reference… and then another system to take these corrections and feed them back into the system.

Sometimes the flaw was purely technical like this, or the design was fine but as soon as you actually used the mounting points to torque it down that process twisted something out of alignment, or to reach one control you had to put your hand through the work envelope, or if you were using this control you couldn’t see that part of the system, and you needed to, etc etc etc.

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it’s a thing young engineers do, they will design some doodad that involves part a moving against part b, and the moving against bit will cost 250 bucks a pop to manufacture.

more experienced engineers will know the design has to involve a part a moving against a part b and reach for the bearing catalogue, select a suitable 25 buck bearing and incorporate it into the design process.

The old guy KNEW there were flaws, dozens or hundreds of them, even when it gets to mass production, AWALT, but, some flaws you could manage and live with, provided you fucking knew they were there and what they were.

AWALT

The wimminz who reminded me of this lesson yesterday, well, I don’t for one nanosecond want to give the impression that I was thinking she was a NAWALT, not at all.

She had and has flaws up the wazoo, but knowing them I did not personally have an issue with them, my error was I wasn’t actively monitoring for further flaws, thankfully I am red pill enough my normal modus operandi (my way or highway, no accommodations or allowances or flexibility or adjustments) caught this extra flaw and highlighted it as soon as it surfaced.

This extra flaw was caught by the wimminz not doing something she said / claimed / promised she would do.

Thankfully “people do what they wanna do” (AfORisms) so I hadn’t built any castles in the sky on the assumption that this wimminz was as good as her word in all areas and all things and at all times, so it was more of a
windows has failed to do x,
abort / pause / retry / skip?

dialogue box that pops up.

But it is still a shitter, no matter how fucking smart and experienced and cynical and red pill mother-fucker you are, eternal vigilance is impossible, and the odd NAWALT will sneak past your defences, so you better have systems in place that will catch that shit on the fucking drawing board, long before anything gets anywhere near the production line…

August 22, 2013

Conversations about wimminz

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:58 pm

in Conversations with wimminz a few days ago I glossed over one subject, a far more interesting subject is talking about wimminz with other wimminz.

Never, of course, do this with any other wimminz in earshot, you will get an entirely different wimminz if you do that, but, if your red pill fu is strong enough, talking to one wimminz about other wimminz can be enlightening for those tainted with the blue pill.elementwoman

But, before I get into that, NAWALT / scorpion & frog / etc etc etc, you really, really, really do need to *get* this point, to do otherwise is to get angry at steel for rusting, wood for burning or water for evaporating on a summers day.

You just can’t treat wimminz as equal adult human beings, you have to treat them as rather stupid and naughty children, or a dog that is a few tins short of a six pack.

This isn’t sexism or misogyny or patriarchy or anything else, it is materials handling, health and safety, and good working practices.

So, conversations about wimminz (b), with wimminz (a).

If your Fu is strong enough, you will hear NOTHING BUT a ringing endorsement of all the above, about wimminz b, from wimminz a, in fact, if your Fu is strong enough, wimminz a will treat is as a test of her knowledge of her fellow wimminz, and clue you in on a lot of attitudes you would not have guessed.

Just as many things that are overtly sexual are merely funny or merely boring to children, who are by definition innocent, a feeling we can all relate to, watching something as an adult that we watched as children, and realising just how much of it went over our heads (cf Swallows and Amazons with Roger the ships boy, and Titty, etc) the further realisation comes that you can’t actually explain this stuff to a pre-pubescent child… it’s like trying to explain colour to a blind man.

Similarly, as a man, trying to get you to actually understand and empathise with what goes on in the biochemical cauldron that passes for a wimminz mind, is like trying to explain the 16 million colours of the RGB gamut to that blind man.

But, just as you need a course of study in chemistry to understand how and why steel rusts, wood burns and water evaporates, you need nothing more than a room temperature IQ and a functioning pair of eyes to observe these phenomenon and come to expect them as a natural occurrence.

I have yet to meet anyone mentally retarded enough to express surprise that hot food put on a plate is stone cold an hour later.

And so it is with wimminz.

So when you hear, independently, from wimminz a, who you have fucked, and wimminz b, who you have not, about a proposed threesome with you and wimminz a and wimminz b (these two wimminz have had them before) and the ensuing catfight, and then witness the actual dynamic going on….. stop refusing to believe your fucking ears, stop refusing to believe that *all* wimminz “think” and operate this way, stop being such a fucking dumbass.

wimminz a is a fat slob fuckup with womb turds and a job on the state tit, wimminz b is a slob psycho fuckup who was unable to have kids or otherwise suckle on the state tit, so wimminz b keeps wimminz a as her pet toy to torture and abuse, trying to make someone not quite as unfuckable as she is into something below her own level.

Arranging and participating in the rape of wimminz a, arranging and participating in threesomes with wimminz a and her current cock, and thus fucking up the potential relationship between wimminz a and said cock, fucking wimminz a’s husband and calling wimminz a from the bedroom, claiming it was just done to prove to wimminz a that her husband didn’t really love her, not like wimminz b loves her, turning up or calling at all hours in dire need and distress, and the beat goes on, and on, and on.

And wimminz b rationalises this as her being in love with wimminz a, who is the kindest person on the planet.

And wimminz a rationalises this as her being bestest friends with wimminz b, who just is unlucky somehow, but they have been through so much together.

I shit you not, this is not just a case of I could introduce you to these “people”, I could prove to you, beyond all your worst nightmares, that AWALT.

They just will not EVER admit to it except in a 1 to 1 private conversation.

You ever wondered *why* team vagina existed?

If it didn’t, within 5 years wimminz would be reduced to the status of domestic animals, and they fucking know it.

You can handle wimminz, with the appropriate precautions, and that is what the red pill is, but you can never ever ever perform alchemy and transmute lead into gold.

First of all you have to find a wimminz that WANTS the level of handling required, and that’s tough jack, it’s especially tough if you are looking for gold and the only things on offer is some old iron ore (sic)

And a part of that handling is when you refine that iron ore into some low grade steel to cast a piss poor copy of the thing you really wanted in gold, you have better make the point, brutally, every day, that she better shut the fuck up and sit still for the wipe down with an oily rag, because the absolute worst thing you or anyone else can do to her, ever, is for you to simply walk away, and she will turn into rust, not even back into low grade ore.

And she better believe that with every fibre of her being, so much so she is grateful every day for that wipe down with the oily rag.

Every other option on the table is like that rather hurtful if true and amusing poster about the mong winning the race, he may have won the race, against other mongs, but he is still a fucking mong.

Is winning and fitting in really that fucking important to you?

Is anyone else’s opinion on the low quality of your low grade steel knock-off of the finely engraved and inlaid solid gold spoon really worth a fuck.

Is having one eye really such a disability in the land of those who have two eyes, and mock you for your one, but who nevertheless may as well be blind, because they cannot see, and worse still, do not think they are blind…

Did you *really* buy all that shit about poor impoverished families killing off their girl babies simply because they could not afford a dowry a decade and a half later when it came time to marry them off? And for no other reason at all?

August 20, 2013

10+ years ago

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 6:41 pm

we were doing this shit, the net hasn’t improved any… lol

enjoy

 

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sugar and spice and all things nice huh

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 3:34 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2397908/Bus-driver-stabbed-head-screaming-woman-mistook-threatened-her.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2397938/Mother-beat-toddler-son-badly-looked-like-hed-hit-frying-pan-series-attacks.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2397991/Retired-judge-Andrea-McWatt-threatened-kill-neighbours-leaving-gas-on.html

Conversations with wimminz…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:01 pm

AfOR – So what’s the best thing for your kids? For you to have a man in your life, or for you to not have a man in your life?

Wimminz – To have a man in my life.

AfOR – So what’s the best way to make sure you don’t have a man in your life? To put him first, or to put your kids first?

Wimminz – (subdued) to put my kids first.

AfOR –

Wimminz – gobble

And it really is that simple, not to make a wimminz think, that’s a hopeless task, but to determine if this wimminz in question is a completely unredeemable skank ho that you never want to put your cock anywhere near, or a wimminz worth fucking.. AWALT of course.

Anything born with a penis that WON’T present wimminz with stark choices like that ain’t a man, it’s a niggerz.

Niggerz only ever get skank ho’s, still AWALT, but bottom of the barrel AWALT.

Filters, which is what a red pill attitude is, they don’t so much, when it comes to wimminz, filter out type A and let through type B, because our filters are always nested, so what they do do is present to second third and fourth stage filters a *different* selection of wimminz than a blue pill attitude will get you.

There is no quick questionnaire or set of pass / fail tests you can give, you pretty much have to live a righteous lifestyle, and by doing so you attract less of the wrong kind of people and more of the right kind of people.

Live a righteous lifestyle, and you will find that the conversations you do have with wimminz will change, and indeed the type of wimminz you end up having conversations with will change.

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Back in the day, there was a biker’s saying, what’s the difference between a Honda CBX and a Honda C90?

The answer was you don’t mind if your friends see you riding a CBX.

If you apply this to wimminz, you are in for a world of fucking hurt.

August 19, 2013

Daryl Kelly jailed in 1997 after his eldest daughter accused him of rape

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 6:38 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2397002/Daughter-sent-father-prison-40-years-lying-raped-pleads-release.html

Hi e-ner-gy…..


Being a man, I realise that practical considerations always rule the roost and therefore have the greatest impact on life.

Previously I mentioned that buying a kWh of energy costs about the same, no matter what energy form you buy it in, and I also touched on the fact that the energy it takes to move a small car 500 miles, is about the same, irrespective of the fuel / energy source it uses.

It works out at about 1.25 kWh per mile. (this is for a small car)

If your lifestyle demands that you travel 50 miles a day, then your daily energy budget for that transport alone is 62.5 kWh

Chances are, you can run your home on around 15 kWh per day.

Chances are, you can run yourself on food that costs the equivalent of 50 kWh per day… that isn’t the calorific or nutritional value of the food, that is what the food costs in energy, once you add in all the energy used to grow, process, ship, store and sell it.

If push comes to shove, you could cut your home energy consumption in half, you can’t necessarily do a lot of about your food energy equivalent, unless you have a garden you can’t grown much, and if / when fuel costs go up, then the cost of your food will go up.

Which leaves transportation, again, it’s a tough one to cut, if there are alternatives to personal transportation so you can get a bus or car pool, then you can do a bit, but if there aren’t, then it’s a stall speed scenario, you either do the 25 miles each way to work and back each day, or you don’t…. unless you move work closer to home, or home closer to work…. again, not doable if like me your work is all about driving to different places every day.

So, it is down to the “cost” of energy, or, is it.

A kWh in the UK right now, pretty much irrespective of what form you buy it in, is around 15p, but 15p isn’t an absolute, it is a number in a fiat currency, so what we are actually talking about is the ability of the fiat currency to buy energy.

If the national average weekly wage is 250 quid, then 250 / 0.15 = 1,667 kWh which becomes that national average weekly energy budget.

If inflation hits at 10% then the sum is 250 / 0.165 = 1,515 kWh

What we are left with the the TRUE method of calculating the average, or better still, the mean standard of living, we just calculate the mean weekly energy budget.

If *I* do this for my life, the sums make sobering reading, and no, not because I am now single and working enough to live rather than every hour god sends, because the lower income each week is offset by the lower number of people being supported by that income.

One of the things that is sobering is that in my life I have gone from no comms tech to 2013 comms tech, where 10% of the national electricity capacity goes on telephony, and 10% goes on data….

So there are *new* slices added to the pie, and like my food energy equivalent slice, there really isn’t much I can do to minimise them.

Since 2013 comms tech *is* basically 2013 technological civilisation, the only real economies are to cut that shit back to 1993, where you were a rockstar if you had a 14.4 kbit full duplex modem, after all, NASA did remote management inc firmware updates and image downloads on the Mars rovers over a 56k connection, so you gotta pare everything back to where a plain text email was all you had, no attachments, and a 25 kilobyte web page was pretty fucking big to download.

It *could* be done, and it would allow us to keep a modern comms based civilisation going, but it is a *lot* of work and will never happen while there is an alternative of any kind whatsoever.

So, everywhere we look, what we are facing is a personal energy budget problem, arguably the biggest difference between me and a protester in Egypt is the personal energy budget, and arguably the biggest difference between both of us and some butthead flying a predator drone overhead is also the personal energy budget, even if the dork’s is mostly supplied by the state.

Johnny cavalry with his Winchester repeater vs Limping Wolf is the same thing, and most of running wolf’s energy budget was his pony, shoot the pony and turn him into walking wolf and suddenly he is a LOT less effective, simply because his available personal energy budget just fell through the floor, when the pony dropped dead.

“The internet” is only cheap for the private individual to access because the vast majority of the cost of 2013 comms has been added to EVERYTHING we buy and consume, even energy itself, by the companies that use this technology in their operations, which is all of them, even if there is no connection whatsoever between 2013 comms and what business the company is actually in.

That 90 cent loaf of bread, at least 10 cents of that is the cost of comms to the bakery/truck co/supermarket/etc

As you do away with the old 19th century entirely manual methods, and use 2013 tech, RFID, barcodes, databases, comms, etc, you can offset a lot of those costs by making possible all sorts of economies, but once you have done that you find yourself in a place where the cost of the comms, and the cost of the flour, are as mutually impossible to either do away with or reduce any further.

Unofficially I have been told by those who should know, and remember I often work in comms for high street supermarkets, that the modern loaf of bread is a “profitable” item, compared to many items on the shelves, 25% materials, 25% comms, and 50% markup.

Sounds great, but you can’t drive down either the raw materials cost or the comms cost any more, on the contrary, when the cost of energy goes up, the raw materials and comms costs both rise.

Before long it’s cheaper for me (and everyone else) to use the bread-maker and make a loaf once a week, than the convenience of buying a sliced loaf and throwing half of it away.

And that’s the magic word, CONVENIENCE, when all this technology was coming in, it was convenience this and convenience that, and when all this technology was coming in, only those with a large energy (and therefore cash) budget surplus every week bought them.

Everyone else made do.

I rant about all this, because for a man it is important.

If it takes 1.2 kWh to drive a small car 1 mile, irrespective of whether that small car runs on petrol or diesel or grid charged electric, then when you hit a situation where the guy in question simply cannot afford 1.2 kWh per mile for the miles he must travel, then there are no hybrid or electric or alternative solutions.

the alternative to a gasoline or diesel powered small car is NOT an electric car, it uses the same amount of energy per mile.

the alternative to a gasoline or diesel powered small car is therefore a 0.5 kWh per mile small scooter, or move closer to work, or car share, or get the bus.

THIS is the bit men must grasp, it is why I talk about “stall speed”.

When cupcake calls the po-lice and alleges DV and sexual abuse, you just fell below stall speed, the. game. fucking. changes.

You don’t get less or alternatives or lite or diet or hybrid anything, you get a whole new game.

If I am, for example, living on 100 kWh per day, and some Egyptian protester is living on 50 kWh per day, and we accept that this is the defining difference between us, then when my energy budget drops to 50 kWh per day I will be that fucking Egyptian protester. By. Fucking. Definition.

The flip-side is to turn that Egyptian into me, you need to double his personal daily energy budget… where is this free energy coming from?

Modern technological western life in 2013 is like that loaf of bread, or the energy used to drive a small car one mile, there is a certain cost in raw materials, with energy overhead, and a certain cost in comms, with energy overhead, and neither of those can be cut any more or subject to any more economies of scale.

To make significant cuts is to change the overall technological standard of living.

To make significant cuts to the overall technological standard of living is to increase the death rate and decrease the population density.

We have played the robbing Ahmed to pay Paul energy game globally about as well as we can, there aren’t many more pips to squeeze.

We live in a society where 80% of the population effectively produce nothing of any value whatsoever, throughout their entire fucking lives, yet they enjoy vast personal energy budgets.

The value of the US$ v the Yen or the cost of a barrel of oil measured in US$ or the value on an ounce of gold are all, ultimately, irrelevant.

They are at best the horsemen of the apocalypse, largely symbolic.

The sign over the gate at the concentration camp is also largely symbolic, it’s not like a road sign that says gotham city 100 miles pointing one way, and necropolis 75 miles another way, and you can choose which fork to take.

“You are here” is not always helpful.

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