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November 28, 2012

“lessons will be learned” – err, no they fucking won’t

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 4:47 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2239373/Cyril-Smith-Victim-MP-speaks-horrendous-abuse-boys-home-police-say-chances-missed-bring-justice.html

The guy was a fucking MP for christ’s sake, even I can remember the rumours about him and I lived hundreds of miles away, and yet, purely by coinkydink you understand, enough “blunders” are made in several investigations to ensure that basically it all gets hushed up until long after he is dead and buried.

This is just one of numerous “scandals” that just sort of run out of steam before anyone gets thrown in jail in Rule 43 (segregated for their own protection) so all there are are rumours and allegations about north Wales kids homes, channel islands kids homes, Plymouth (Devon, UK) social services and judges and abused kids, and on, and on, and on.

Now finally the UK is in line with the rest of the western world, the head of the national bank is an ex (ho ho) Goldman Sachs employee.

It’s all just coincidence y’understand, and it is, in fact, once you factor in the real salient factors.

The real factors are that once you are in the club, you associate with people from the club, and you appoint and employ and promote other people from the club, after all, that is what they did for you.

Sure, people in the club may have moral issues of one kind of another, but they are in the club… and those they fuck over aren’t in the club.

If this sounds reminiscent of some inbred Texas chainsaw massacreee, well you wouldn’t be far wrong, cousin Delbert may well like choking chickens, but he is a cousin, family, after all, so fuck all them darned outsiders.

I have a mate who emails me about the dire state of things at his place of work, where he is tasked with doing various things and implementing various things in the IT department, of course he is given a budget of four bucks and some change to do this, and the next thing that happens is the board members just over-rule everything he does and appoints a nephew to run the corporate website and a friend to run the GPS/3G mobile station network and in clear violation of the IT policy they themselves told my friend to create and implement they authorise the purchase of some high end macbooks and ipads for current favourite managers and department heads.

I ask him what the fuck he expects, and if he thinks any other company in the country, or indeed the country itself, is run any different.

Last week I got a call, rescue me, from someone in his situation, nobody else in the company knew that the head of IT and I were old friends, so I turned up on a daily consultancy and made sure I stayed long enough for all the presentation bullshit and especially the free lunch, so immediately after lunch (3pm) it was my turn to speak.

So they are all sat there nursing black coffees after the cognac and cigars at lunch, and fiddling with their ipads slicing vegetables, and I am asked to stand up and speak about the corporate website and change driven technology buzzword buzzword leveraging the marketing paradigm etc.

So I stand up, “good afternoon gentlemen, thank you all for an excellent repast, now if you will all please pick up your ipads and enter this URL“, me holding up a piece of A4 with black marker saying http://www.competitor.com where “competitor” is one of the main competitors of this lot, and whose inroads into their sales figures are what prompted the whole “innovation driven change” policy and even more “friends and relatives” being brought on-board in senior positions.

So they all do this and the website in question pops up.

“As you can see….” I say “….a traditional website design, navigation area on the left, search box top right, footer containing the usual links, but in its favour it loads quickly and works well”

Heads are nodding but I can see I have already tried their patience, after all I was brought in to talk about THEIR new website, not their competitors….

So I hold up a new piece of A4 with http://www.yourcompany.com written on it, and ask them to enter the URL.

It takes about 60 seconds for all of them to do this, frown, poke their ipads some more, before someone else pipes up “It doesn’t seem to be working”

“Quite so,” I state, “….and that is because your new website is a steaming pile of crap that uses flash for EVERYTHING, and so to all your potential customers they are presented with a choice between competitor.com which won’t win any awards but just works, and yourcompany.com website which doesn’t work on any executive devices because it is 100% flash, and which is still a slow and steaming pile of shit on PC’s because apart from all the other design failures, the page turning animation sound for the catalogue section is a file that is big enough to contain all the text on competitor.com’s entire website.”

Smiles around room

“Thank you once again for the excellent lunch gentlemen, that concludes my presentation, for which there will be no charge.” Walks out of room studiously ignoring my mate who looks like a man surrounded by greedy relatives who has just realised he has a winning lottery jackpot ticket in his pocket.

I’m outside corporate hq trying to decide what to do with the rest of the day when my smartphone chirps, I have an SMS from my mate, “Man, that was fuckin awesome”

He rings me later that night, still enthused, and tells me he wishes he has the balls to do what I did.

I tell him, it’s not a question of balls old son, it’s a question of no longer giving a fuck, and I no longer give a fuck because I have no overdraft, no credit card balance, no mortgage, no hire purchase, no car finance, no store cards, and of course no fucking wife.

In short, I am exactly the sort of person LEAST wanted by the boardroom, or indeed the club as mentioned above, because let’s face it, I make have fuck all, but I have fuck all to hide, so I can’t be presured or manipulated etc.

So here you go Jimmy, this one’s for you…

November 26, 2012

NOW I get it, errrr, no I don’t, oh… wait…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:07 pm

Interesting story in the daily fail

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-2238374/Ukip-row-Its-foster-family-bigots–multicultural-thought-police.html

Thing is, she is right in everything she says.

Thing is, she is too stupid to realise that the same things apply to everything else she has said in the past, that is all wrong and complete bollocks, about wimminz coming off second best at the hands of evil violent rapist misogynist patriarchy men.

I guess you could say I am a people watcher, always have been, so while I might say AWALT, that doesn’t mean I dismiss the phenomenon, rather, I watch it with the same avid curiosity that a naturalist will watch a family of otters.

Absolutely without exception, AWALT wimminz feature the exact same sort of blinkered disconnect and failure to apply logic and extend that the writer of the above article does.

Yes, what the social services did in this case is wrong on every level imaginable, but taken against the larger picture of the role social services play in family breakup and the criminalisation of innocent fathers, it is rather like criticising Hitler for outfitting the SS in leather and not ecologically sustainable and renewable wool… and ignoring shit like annexing the sudetenland and the night of the long knives… it’s all related.

You’ll also note that she isn’t calling for summary sackings and terminations of all benefits and pensions accrued etc.

And so we move to another story in the daily fail, by another wimminz

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2238349/We-know-like-face-great-PC-inquisition-The-scrutiny-endured-family-foster-parents.html

and a choice quote from the first link, not the one just above;

“In the early Nineties, I unearthed what, it is no exaggeration to say, was a climate of totalitarianism in social-work training.

Anti-racist zealots had captured the social workers’ training body, and built into the social-work diploma the explicit assumption that society was fundamentally racist and oppressive.”

Yeah, so you have spent the last twenty years since the early nineties campaigning against this haven’t you bitch…. oh… wait….

These zealots were just anti racist of course, weren’t they, bitch, they weren’t anti male and anti heterosexual either were they… oh…. wait….

It is the FUNDAMENTAL MENTAL PROCESS, that;

  • Studiously sees a problem and correctly identifies it, then deliberately fails to apply it to other similar and related things.
  • Studiously fails to see a problem that brings personal benefits which would be at risk should said problem ever be acknowledged.

That is both at the core of, and endemic to, all wimminz and niggerz.

AWALT

They ALL work this way, even the ones you are busy trying to label as NAWALT so you can fuck them and declare your love for them.

Men see consequences, even a long way down the line… sure, we may discount them, especially if they are far enough away and sufficiently nebulous, I’ll worry about lung cancer when I get it, says the smoker, adding that he may get run over by a bus next week.

I have been to prison, basically an almost exclusively male institution since the victorian era, even though the wimminz commit plenty of crime, for the past 250 years it has been men that get locked up.

If you want a REALLY hard fucking time in prison, start bleating about how you didn’t realise you might end up in prison for committing whatever crime you were found guilty of, and about how unfair it all is.

You’ll get the same sort of treatment in a foxhole with enemy ordinance spanging around you, whining to your squad mates that you didn’t realise you might actually get shot and killed for signing up, it’s so unfair the enemy is shooting at me, what did I do to them, all I did was sign up, or mebbe get drafted.

It is not the kneeling in former squad mates intestines and fecal matter (how the fuck did Freddie get carrot lumps in his guts from MRE‘s?) and then pissing in them, cos you gotta go, and survivor bonding that men long for in the military mystique.

It’s the no bullshit your shit stinks fuck up you die fuck up badly you kill me so I will fucking kill you myself first unless you get your shit together “valour” thing that men long for in the military mystique.

A world where seeing a problem and failing to apply it to other areas is fatal, a world where ignoring a problem that benefits you short term at the cost of your squad mates lives is fatal, a world where consequences always follow choices.

Even though many of those consequences suck donkey balls, and very very few of those choices were actually made by you at squad level, you at the FEBA just get the consequences of the choices the REMF‘s made, even that is attractive to men.

Wimminz and Niggerz? No, whole ‘nother kettle of fish theah boy…

We live in a fabled land where we buy a house built on a flood plain, and as is happening here now, the rains fall and the flood plain starts being used by the catchment area that feeds the river that runs through it, and suddenly it is everyone else’s fault, and the astonishing thing is that shit actually flies more often than not.

Vanishingly few people who get flooded out lose everything and walk away with nothing but their lives… the insurance buys new carpets and tellies and white goods, the council fixes the roads and drains, the electric co runs in new cabling and transformers, the water company flushes the pipes and the sewers, and three months later you’re actually BETTER off because all your old shit got replaced with new shit, even your car is new.

Run THAT shit past the more extreme yanks who hate everything “socialist” but utterly fail to see that motor and house insurance is in fact nothing more than socialism in a capitalist hat, and see where it gets you.

Cunts living on the slopes of Vesuvius are assholes, me living on a flood plain or under sea level in the big easy, ah, that’s DIFFERENT, and this is EXACTLY the same disconnect the skanky ho’s in the above two articles are guilty of.

So we have “skank ho” wimminz and niggerz mentality, and “foxhole” or cell block C mentality, I’ll call them skank ho mentality and foxhole mentality.

Here’s the rub.

It takes, historically speaking, in the sense where historically refers to all of human history, an INORDINATELY wealthy society to support any form on large scale and long term skank ho mentality, most of human history was foxhole mentality.

Now, being a man, being aware of consequences, sat here just typing this in the warm and dry with a full belly and a half empty coffee beside me, on the most technologically advanced thing this human society has ever seen, a modern high end thinkpad, I gotta tell you something.

I don’t wanna go back to no foxholes, I KNOW what the consequences are, and if I have to go BACK (yes, I have done it before) to living without ANY mains services of any kind, no electric, no telephone, no running mains potable water, frankly I don’t wanna do it here, I wanna do it back in 1960 in the tropics, where being a white man with technical skills made you king of the fucking heap… if wishes were horses.

Hardin’s “Tragedy of the Commons” is alive and well, and kicking the shit out of modern western society, and Hardin wasn’t the first, William Forster Lloyd said it before him about the stunted cattle on common land, as Twain said, history may not repeat itself, but it surely does rhyme.

My strategy, and frankly the unconscious strategy of all AWALT / MGTOW men, is to build of comfy foxhole in the middle of skank ho ville, and while that foxhole is comfy for the owner, it is minimalist and far far far more sustainable than everything out there in skank ho land.

I have a friend, not a NAWALT, but so so so many men think she is NAWALT, she is pursuing a career, and doing so quite well, with single minded determination and vigour.

She spends an awful lot of time looking for “unexpected” events and consequences that will impact her career path, and so as a result manges to head many of them off at the pass, and progresses herself yet again… fair enough, this is all good hard work.

But……….

Like the wimminz above who wrote that article, I am met with complete blank incomprehension when I ask what she will do when the unexpected happens.

To her, the unexpected is a customer going to a competitor or a sales droid fucking up.

To me, the not so unexpected is war in the middle east and all the Chinese products that your company sells and which constitute 90% of its product catalogue goes up the swannee or trebles in price due to exchange rate / fiscal policy changes, or when the parent company is wiped out when one of the European banks crashes for a week… what the fuck is your planned and chosen career path going to give you then?

What is your plan B?

What will you do when, for example, HP buys your parent company and sacks y’all, because they already have a sales channel.

November 24, 2012

I *am* a superhero

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:52 pm

I was reading some fiction last night.

There was this character, a superhero, and his super power was a bit like the Borg, any weapon you attacked him with had less and less effect each time, as his recovery powers against that weapon became more rapid each time you used it against him.

Sound familiar?

So my superpower name is DILDOTRON.

And so it was with #3, because being a nice kind of superhero, not the villain kind, I was good enough to warn her upfront, “I am immune to all your weapons, I advise you not to deploy any of them against me, as all you will do is teach me to treat you with contempt.” while polishing my Kryptonite mega-dildo… of course I knew that while there was nothing wrong with the transmission, the message itself was not being received, or rather it was being received, but it was being discounted.

After all, #3 has spent her life amassing these weapons, and what the fuck is the point in having a battle fleet if you don’t get to use it now and again?

Inevitably, #3 deploys the weapon of her choice, since it cannot harm me, my verbal and visible response to her is to chide her for being a puny human and doubting the word of mighty Dildotron, I am unaffected by your puny atomic weapons, I had no part in your decision to deploy them, and I have no part in the damage the fallout from your own weapons is inflicting upon your own, frail, weak human body.

This is not the response #3 was expecting, simply because #3 chose not to believe I am Dildotron, she thought I was some punk kid in a naff comic con costume.

So there she sits, with her own fallout drifting down like toxic snowflakes around her ears, not knowing what Dildotron is doing, and it becomes a question of wills, will Dildotron text me before I text him.

Well, Dildotron has to finish this little missive and prepare the Kryptonite mega-dildo, because #2 is coming around in about an hour to have some cum dumped in her.

It sure ain’t easy being a superhero…. lol

But it beats being one of the toxic rangers, behind the curve, not aware of the fact that whole swathes of men are waking up to the fact that they too have long hidden super-healing-powers, and are in fact living, evolving, learning and adapting systems… not static plastic pieces on a war-gaming table for the bitches to deploy their battle fleets against in set piece encounters.

November 21, 2012

This is why you keep and archive all texts forever

Filed under: Android — wimminz @ 4:10 pm

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Judge a man (and a wimminz) by his actions, not his words.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:51 pm

Ironically 24 hours after saying “I have nothing else to say” and thus taking any pressure to say anything off, something happened that caused me to have something to say…

That something is a sense of deja vu, but not quite.

Some 20 odd years ago three separate wimminz came up to me and said “I am pregnant, and it is yours” over a period of 48 hours, so I arranged separately for all three to meet me at a bar at 7 pm sharp, which they did, whereupon I introduced them all to each other, told them all that each said they were pregnant with my child, and that they now need to work out amongst themselves which one I was going to marry.

So here I am, 20 odd years later, and three separate wimminz have come up to me in the past week and basically pledged their love and desire to have a permanent relationshit with me.

Being 20 years older and wiser I’m not about to tell them all to meet me in a bar at 7pm and sort it out…. remember I am a guy in my early fifties, been through the wringer of FRA and kids and assets abducted by psycho skank ho ex and the secret family courts, po-lice, lawyers etc all sticking their nose in the trough.

  1. Wimminz #1 is 40, not the prettiest thing on the planet, works in the health sector, kids flown the nest, been banging her on and off for a year or so, she will do anything I want, but it has to be said she don’t light my fire sexually any more, been there, done that, tick it off, but she is keen and obedient and all that. She has ridden the cock carousel of course.
  2. Wimminz #2 is just over 30, nothing to look at, badly overweight, works in a social services type of job, drinks too much, kids at home, and frankly doesn’t get it. Worth dumping my cum into but that’s about it. She has ridden the cock carousel of course.
  3. Wimminz #3 is just over 30, actually quite fucking hot, overweight but fairly recently and you can still see the solid 9 inside dying to get out, works in sales, no kids. Has ridden the cock carousel but not nearly as much as #1 and #2.

So, there we have it.

What is interesting is this;

  • From the perspective of my cock throbbing, #3 gets the vote.
  • From the perspective of letting me get away with shit, #2 gets the vote.
  • From the perspective of actually doing shit for me, #1 gets the vote.

To be strictly fair, from the perspective for example of doing shit for me #1 has had more time to do more, but has also had more time to fuck up, and hasn’t yet.

To be strictly fair, from the perspective of me just being me, spending a life with #2 would be desperately tedious, her work is everything that is wrong with the country, spending a life with #1 would be ok-ish, her work is valid and good, but nothing I can do or relate to, spending a life with #3 would be fun, her work is neutral but her attitudes and approaches and ethics are something I can relate to.

I’ll give you another one, #1 hates the word cunt, #2 doesn’t use it but doesn’t cringe when I do, #3 loves it and uses it as much as I do.

I’ll give you another one, #1 and #2 are the product of broken homes and crap early relationships that resulted in bastard offspring, #3 has a mummy and a daddy and they are still married to each other.

I’ll give you another one, #3 has by far and away the most expressive face, every thought and emotion that crosses her brain is already written all over her face. #1 and #2 keep stuff hidden and wear masks.

I’ll give you another one, none of these things up above is unrelated.

Has AfOR fallen out of the MGTOW / AWALT tree and landed on his small head?

No, he has not, and he is well aware that the current legal landscape is such that all three can fuck him up in an instant and on a whim were he married to any of them or in a co-habiting relationshit with any of them.

But the fact is that that text in bold above is the secret to #3’s relative lack of negative traits and aspects, everything else comes from that, and so while #1 and #2 talk about long term relationshits (which in the eyes of the law are the same as a fucking marriage) leading to marriage, while #3 talks about marriage….

#3 wants what mummy and daddy have.

#1 and #2 wanting what mummy and daddy have is like a blind man wanting a red house, they don’t even know what the fuck it is.

Judging a man, or a wimminz, by their actions means also judging them by the actions of those whose company they kept, voluntarily in later life, involuntarily in earlier life.

In much the same way that as a time served engineer I have little in common with so called engineers who learned their trade in a college or university or any other way, as a time served child of a mother and father who remained married to each other I have little in common with #1 and #2, and much in common with #3

As a time served engineer I had it easy, compared to my father, back in his day the parents LITERALLY paid the employer / master to take then on for the first year, because a first year apprentice is literally less than useless and literally decreased the output and productivity of the master, but compared to the modern engineering “apprentice”…. makes me puke they dare call themselves that word, shades of “A year ago I couldn’t even spell engineer, and now I are one”

The first engineering tools I had to master were the fucking broom and the kettle, I shit you not.

Then you get given an old “whistler” kettle and the gas axe (oxy acetylene cutting torch) to boil the water for the tea, there is a stock of these for sale to you for exactly one day’s wages each, for when you blow through the bottom of the kettle and all the water leaks out… or… you can grab to scrap from the gash bin and try to “fix” the kettle you just blew a hole through so it will hold water and bring it to the boil with a gas axe.

Then you get given some lumps of soft gash metal, cheap shit like zinc anode material or babbit metal than can be re-melted and re-used, and a metal file and a hacksaw, with ONE fucking blade, and a brass brush to clean the file and saw blade, and a metal vice and a place at a bench.

First make a perfect one inch cube, accurate to ten thou…. that takes you about four fucking days, you learn hands on about materials science, differences in hardness and friction between differing metals such as files, saw blades and the gash, you learn that every time you put the gash in the vice and tightened the vice you deformed it, you learned to file flat and saw straight and square.

Pleased with yourself that the task given to you on a Monday morning has been completed by Friday lunchtime, you are given some more gash metal, this time you must make TWO pieces, one is a U shape and one is a T shape, so that the T shape fits in the U shape perfectly to form a much bigger piece, oh, and you have to be able to rotate the T and U shape with 180 degree symmetry so they fit together perfectly BOTH ways…. no gaps anywhere you can get a ten thou feeler gauge into….. that takes two or three weeks

Failing in these tasks is the end of your apprenticeship, you can fuck off and be a fitter or a grease monkey or a car mechanic…. meanwhile you still have to practice with the broom and the kettle.

Got any lip? I dunno how often I have seen strong tough full of piss and vinegar good in a fight 13 and 14 stone all muscle apprentices punched in the mouth by a 10 stone skinny fucker in their forties or fifties for giving some lip, and they learned they may have double the muscle mass of the old fart, but the old fart was all HARD muscles that basically spent 8/10 hours a day in the “gym” of the shops, that and sinew and bone… apprentices all had broken teeth, me included. On the other hand I still have all my limbs and fingers and toes, which was the result of those lessons not to lip your elders and betters and FUCKING LISTEN.

So I tell some young cunt today who thinks they are time served that it took me 4 weeks to learn how to use a fucking file and a hacksaw, and it is like the blind man wanting a red house or the modern #1 or #2 wimminz wanting a relationshit.

The young shits not only do not know how to use a file or hacksaw, they cannot even begin to judge or guess how much they do not know, or how greatly that lack impacts EVERY SINGLE OTHER ASPECT of their so called professional skill.

#3 may be just over half my age, but she was time served, old school, growing up in a house with a mummy and daddy who were married to each other and stayed together.

Sure, #3 is AWALT, same as #1 and #2, which I can’t respect, but #3 is old school time served, which I can.

Out of respect for #3’s time served status ALONE, I would not put her in a bar with #1 and #2 and tell all three to work it out between themselves.

On a related note, I know it doesn’t seem that way at first blush, I hear from emails that YET AGAIN Bill over at the Spearhead is holding the fucking begging bowl out.

Judge a man (or a wimminz) by their actions, not what they say.

November 20, 2012

Pause for effect.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:41 am

I don’t have a job getting paid to be a talking head, this blog was put here because in the Blues sense “it was in there, and it had to come out”

Early on I split it into two sections, the pages which all have links on the right, and the posts which don’t, you have to search or go through the archives.

I did that because the pages were what I needed to say to warn others, and the posts were what I wanted to say to warn others… if you have needs, go straight to the links on the right, if you have time and interest, read through the archive.

But, at the end of the day I am only one man, and there is a severe danger of sounding like a stuck record, I have made all the points I want to make, there are other things that interest me, some of them are even related to the topic of this blog, but they are far enough away from the topic of this blog that they do not have a place here.

For example I have a motorcycle to build a new wiring loom for and to put back on the road, I haven’t ridden it for too many years now, so I can either get up in the morning and fire up the laptop and check out the manosphere and MSM and get fired up and type sit here… or I can get up in the morning and ignore the laptop and the manosphere and MSM and go ghost and fix my bike up.

One thing I have seen is far too many guys, for whatever reason, get a “fuck this” moment with their blog, and not merely walk away, but delete the bastard, which strikes me as very strange and smacks of burning bridges.

What happens if the need to blog raises its head again a few months later?

So…

I am going to take a leave of absence, FROM THIS BLOG, as / if / when I feel the need, I will return.

However, this place will stay here, this was the express reason I chose a word press blog account, it does not require any ongoing actions from me to keep it on-line, may it last as long as geocities… lol

 

 

November 19, 2012

Farming the fiat

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:11 pm

See, here’s the thing, you can only sit in places, in my case it was the Secret Family Courts, for so long, before you are overcome with a feeling.

The feeling in question follows on from the feeling that this is all so fucked up and amateurish and pathetic and these assholes are all so totally useless, before the penny drops.

The system is not “broken” and these people are not trying to fix it but failing due to their incompetence and greed.

The system is in fact working exactly as it is supposed to, which is WHY it isn’t being changed.

You can then take this observation and apply it to other areas of life, for example tha banking and financial system, it isn’t broken, it is doing what it is supposed to do.

All it took was a misleading label and mission statement to fool you and suck you in.

Just as the title of this piece says, farming the fiat (currency), the present banking and financial system and housing and other bubbles work PERFECTLY, if the REAL aim is to farm the fiat system.

If you look at the financial systems as though they were supposed to provide capital which is used to buy assets and enable production, the system is clearly not working and hasn’t been since 1974 at the very least.

If you look at the financial systems as though they were supposed to maximise cash FLOW through every individual and institutions hands, then the system clearly IS working, and taking a cut of that flow is the farming of the fiat.

I’ve talked before about Vonnegut and men projecting their own beliefs upon the blankness, and then seeing exactly what they expected to see there, and there are innumerable real world examples of this, Roosevelt and Hitler both looked at EXACTLY the same thing, and both walked away with identical results, they both saw evidence to support their own beliefs, even though those beliefs were quite, quite different.

One thing you will learn as you go through life, 99.999% of people only ever have one idea, and like only owning a hammer makes everything look like a nail, only one idea makes everything look like it provides supporting evidence.

Freud only had one idea, man was driven by the reptilian mind, Bernays (Freud’s cousin) only had one idea, groups of people can be controlled by appealing to their emotions, Freud’s daughter Emma only had one idea, fathers want to rape their daughters.

In some cases, these ideas have some applicable truth, the proof is the corporations hired Bernays to get wimminz to smoke, and later to change the definition of democracy itself, and even the definition of “citizen”, and he delivered.

Where all these ideals and idealists and one trick ponies fall down is thinking that for each individual, once you have performed one card trick successfully, you have then defined that person accurately as an individual.

Farming the fiat is another one of these tricks, fact is, it works, but that doesn’t mean you know what you are doing, or understand the complexities of the system you are dabbling in.

The danger, and it is a huge fucking danger, is that instead of the pieces on the board being pieces on the board that the one trick ponies can game, it is a dynamic living and evolving thing, the pieces on the board are living thinking breathing evolving creatures of flesh and blood, and every time the one trick ponies roll the dice and make a move, the pieces do not merely move, they evolve and adapt and learn and change.

More importantly, while you are looking at YOUR pieces, every other piece is evolving, including all the pieces not shown on your board.

More importantly still, your board is unchanging, but the real world is not.

And yet, as always, pulling the strings are groups of influential people who are all essentially just groups of one trick ponies, who have only ever had and whom will only ever have one big idea.

You could in fact substitute all the central bankers with Klingon devotees from a sci-fi fest, you could substitute all the politicians with Jedi devotees, you could substitute all the corporate bosses with Facebook Farmville devotees, and so on, and the overall picture and functioning of the world wouldn’t change that much.

Farming the fiat will end the same way it has always ended. War.

Simply because farming the fiat destroys the fiat, it destroys the currency, utterly.

Naturally enough the only people with the resources to bring in a new currency and monetary policy and exchange are the very same assholes who wrecked the last one, forget all ideas about the mighty US Dollar collapsing and taking the USA and western democracy with it, and rising from the ashes an entirely new Bitcoin based currency run by a completely new set of assholes.

The trouble is nobody will stand still for a transition from, for example, the fucked up US$ and current financial systems, via a monetary collapse Weimar replublic style, to a new US$ and new financial system with new Glass-Steagall, new fraction reserve 10x limits etc etc etc

You gotta have an interlude, and the interlude has to be so bad that everyone will decide to accept the new US$ because it is better than the gold plated tungsten, pressed latinum and bitcoins that is all we have left.

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, but 20 million died to make it marketable.

Nota Bene, none of this ongoing cyclic process REQUIRES the gnomes of Zurich, the illuminati, the alien lizard overlords, all it requires is a system where;

  1. Some people only ever have one decent idea in life.
  2. They take that idea an run with it to become one trick ponies.
  3. They find enough external “proofs” that their idea is valid to become even more enamoured in it.
  4. They manage to convince other people, based on these “proofs” that this idea is the way to go.

The rest, as they say, is History, but real history, not the shit we are told, that is just marketing from another one trick pony.

REAL HISTORY

Bernays was approached by an american tobacco manufacturer to address the problem that wimminz didn’t smoke because men did not approve of it, thus cutting the tobacco company’s potential customer base in half.

Bernays went to a shrink, who said that wimminz want a penis, so make the cigarette a penis and it will sell.

Bernays hires some DÉBUTANTES and tells them to march in the New York Parade, and at a pre-arranged signal pull out the cigarettes supplied and light them up.

Bernays then goes to the press and tell them that some SUFFRAGETTES are going to stage a protest with “Torches of Freedom“, so stand at this point in the parade with your press photographers to get the scoop.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Why did the tobacco company hire Bernays?

Well, after all he was the man hired by Woodrow Wilson’s “Committee on Public Information” (sic) to sell the idea of going to war to the American public, and so the phrase “Making Europe safe for Democracy” was born.

 

November 16, 2012

Dropping pennies

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:03 pm

It is a truism that it is a lot easier to say, with truth, “this is clearly fucked up”, than it is to come up with workable solutions to that same problem.

It is a truism to say that 99% of the bad stuff in any catastrophic event happens in the last 1% of time of that event, long past the point where intervention can avert said event.

It is a truism to say that 99.9% of people are sheeple, preferring to be lead by the nose than to think for themselves.

So let’s take the USA as an example, I could have picked anywhere else in the western world and the details might be different, but the picture would be the same.

The USA guvvmint budget can be divided into three sections;

  1. Discretionary spending, such as roads, infrastructure, education etc
  2. Mandatory spending, such as social security.
  3. Debt servicing, such as paying interest on debts the State owes.

We can draw an analogy here to the average household;

  1. Discretionary spending, such as high tech, take away, cable telly
  2. Mandatory spending, such as food and fuel
  3. Debt servicing, such as paying the mortgage off, or lately paying the interest on your interest only mortgage.

When you get a situation that income drops to below the level of 1 + 2 + 3 then you just have to cut back on #1…. except none of the above did, they just doubled down on more debt and boosted #3

Nota Bene, income does not have to DROP, 1 / 2 / 3 can INCREASE to exceed income, it all ends up the same, less income than expenditure.

When you get a situation that income drops to below the level of 2 + 3, you are what is known as BANKRUPT.

When you have a situation such as we ACTUALLY have now in the western world, where income is insufficient to cover 2 + 3, and yet #1 still hasn’t been cut, AT ALL, then you are what is known as fucking delusional.

So, getting back to the three premises in red at the start.

This is where we are, we are effectively in a financial boat that is holed below the waterline, and the hole is letting in more water than the pumps can pump out, not only this, but we have refused to do anything about the hole below the waterline, or lightening ship, instead we have formed committees to discuss knocking some more holes and calling them “moon pools” or some such shit.

Premise one states that it takes a lot less brains to see that we are fucked, than it does to come up with solutions.

Premise two states that when it all starts to go horribly wrong it will do so in an exponential rush, and by definition this happens long past the point where things can be fixed.

Premise three states that nobody is going to take any steps to address their own personal situation, much less at a community level.

ENTER ME, STAGE LEFT,
THE SECRET ALIEN LIZARD
BILDEBERG WORLD LEADER.

Well, premise zero states that this is just fucking human nature, ever was it thus, why, back when I was running things in Mesopotamia in 5,000 BC via my puppet leader Sargon, people were just the fucking same.

Fast forward to 2012 AD and what do we have? Two choices.

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1/

Implement DRASTIC and BRUTAL cuts to discretionary expenditure, make VAST changes to mandatory expenditure, and sit down with those owe a debt and lay it all out, either a 75% haircut on the debt or a moratorium on ALL further interest payments until the capital owing is CLEARED IN FULL.

This means cutting out COMPLETELY all spending on the military, all spending on education, all spending on social services, all spending on local government.

Those of you in the military take home what hardware you can carry, you are now the militia which will defend the state.

Those of you in education now work directly for the parents, if you can convince them to employ you.

Those of you in local government the same.

Mandatory spending like social security and health cut to the bone, basic state dole of US$100 per person per week, which sole purpose is you do not have to steal to live and so be a burden on society…. medicare employs only frontline professionals, doctors and nurses, NO FUCKER ELSE.

Then you address the debt, either we (USA) cut debt to 25% of what it is and freeze the interest rate until it is paid off, or we pay off the capital only, and once it is paid down to zero, no more rights, EVER, to borrow any more fucking money.

2/

Start a war.

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Option 2 beats option 1 because option 1 means going against those three red premises at the top, and you know, being personally as unpopular as a paedophile in a kindergarten.

Option 2 means you can claim some OTHER fucker is the paedo in the nursery, THEY started it.

Prace bets now…. Banzai

November 14, 2012

Little Bo Bernanke

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:27 pm

The riddle / rhyme about Bo Peep works for the wimminz, leave them alone, and they’ll come home, wagging their tails behind them.

It’s not the first time I have seen parallels between wimminz and sheep, both run away if you chase them, both bleat a lot, both are as dumb as a box of rocks.

Which brings me to a recent story kinda doing the rounds, which suggests that humans aren’t as intelligent now as they were a couple of thousand years ago.

The author is correct, and also deeply mistaken.

The brain is a muscle in exactly the same way that my biceps are, the more they are worked the more powerful they become, (within limits, severe overwork will damage them) and the less they are worked the more atrophied they become.

In this example we would equate the power of the muscle with the intellect in the brain.

The more you use your brain, the more intelligent you become.

At this point, please do NOT confuse intelligence and that thing known as an IQ test, which is in reality no more than a reading language and comprehension test… “Roofs are to houses as xxx are to options 1, 2 and 3”

Means sweet fuck all if you can’t speak English, or can’t read because you were never taught, or any number of another things

I could print that test question in Chinese ideograms and 99.99% of my readers wouldn’t know it from a menu item and a takeaway, so they would get an IQ score of zero for that one…  clearly, any test of INTELLIGENCE would not depend upon language.

“use as many or as few of these items as you choose, and get yourself from this side of the river to that side of the river over there, without getting your feet wet.. the person who does it in the minimum time is the winner” is much more of an intelligence test.

I know someone who did this and won, after much argument with the judges, by wrapping his feet in two refuse sacks and taping them up with duct tape and swimming across… HE got fucking soaked… his feet however were indeed dry.

So let us look at a list of the skills one needs to master, and exercise the brain in doing so, in modern western society…

  • Nobody builds their own house, so construction skills are not required, nor are skills such as cutting down trees to get wood or smelting iron ore to make nails etc
  • Nobody catches or prepares their own food, it is all pre processed and much of it is partially or wholly pre-cooked.
  • Nobody makes fire, click, oven turned on.
  • Nobody makes tallow candles, click.
  • Nobody makes clothes, or repairs them, no one can sew or darn, a skill ALL men had 50 years ago.
  • No job needed, guvvmint will give you a cheque, especially if you are a wimminz with womb turds
  • No entertainment needed, turn on the idiots lantern
  • No sanity needed, always doctors on call
  • You get the idea

It is quite possible to get to say 30 years of age and never to have once had to puzzle a single thing out in order to stay alive, in fact it is not merely possible, but it is extremely likely to be so.

In fact, it takes extraordinary dedication and talent to die young in western society… I’ve lived over half a century and I do not know ANYONE in western society who;

  1. starved to death
  2. failed to obtain both clothing and footwear
  3. got eaten by a predator
  4. died of dehydration
  5. failed to get any access to medical treatment ever
  6. failed to get access to dietary necessities (no more rickets etc)
  7. died of dysentry or cholera or dihorrea or malnutrition
  8. etc etc

Hell, I have known people so abjectly stupid they got shit-faced on psychotropic drugs and ended up unconscious, smashed up and bleeding somewhere, minutes or hours away from certain death BEFORE they would ever regain conciousness or do anything about it, and STILL someone came along and called someone else who involved some other and saved their worthless fucking lives.

Contrast this to some places on the planet where pre-teen orphan kids think themselves lucky, literally, if they can find some rotting fish heads to eat.

I walk up and down the aisles in my local supermarket and I feel like that 2,000 year old man, aisles and aisles of stuff made to be eaten, but no actual fucking FOOD….

Take away the biscuits and crisps and pastries and cakes and sweets and instant meals and pot noodles and nappies and 4,096 varieties of shampoo and you have maybe 10% of the supermarket left, take away the booze and you’re down to 5%, take away the tobacco and you’re down to 3% left which is actual fucking food.

Three time so far in my life I have seen supermarket shelves emptied of bread, and shelves full of plain flour, emptied of milk, but tins of condensed milk and cans of powdered milk and the odd carton of UHT long life milk left, cleared of instant meals, but 2 Kg bags of rice and tins of curry and chile left.

I have visitors to my crib laugh, because I buy bog rolls in packs of 24 and never have less than 6 on hand, I never have less than 5 kilos of sugar on hand or a kilo of coffee, never have less than a dozen tins of some sort of meat and a kilo or rice.

What they don’t realise is that a case of 8 (400g)tins of beef curry, 8 tins of chile, 8 tins of minced beef and onions all at 90p a tin, plus a 2 kg bag of rice, and the odd things like a fresh onion or three and some herbs and spices will keep you not merely alive but well fed on one good meal a day for almost a month, and none of that shit goes off in 24 hours without refrigeration etc, and push comes to shove you can do it all in one pan cooking style off any heat source good enough to simmer a couple of pints of water.

Sugar and coffee and bog roll and a few bars of soap and whatnot and you’re good to go.

A 15 Kg bottle of butane or two, regulator and gas ring and you’re really good to go.

That lot and four 5 gallon plastic jerry cans full of potable water will all go in the boot of a car, which is itself shelter from the direct elements of wind and rain, and you really really are good to go.

I’m not even “prepping” and I have nearly a month’s food and shit to hand, and I can move it all to a car in maybe 5 minutes.

I mean really, what the fuck were these people in NY thinking of???

I just got my quarterly bills for the crib… crib includes a workshop out the back, and in the crib it is a technology wet dream, approx £90 each for gas, water and electric, this is £3 a day for gas water and electric, £4 a day if you include teh intertubez cable sub

This all means I can live COMFORTABLY and run a fucking car on £100 a week.

In reality I live better than kings did as recently as 100 years ago.

But then, I don’t live with a fucking wimminz… when I did the bills were £300 a week and MY fucking lifestyle was no different.

However, on the other side of Europe the Greeks have refused to put Athens metro fares up from 1.4 euros to 1.75 euros (both figures are heavily subsidised) because to them this is an “austerity measure” too far…

Why?

Because the fucking wimminz will be up in arms.

They are in for a rude fucking awakening, but thank fuck I am too old and ornery to be drafted for WW3…

November 13, 2012

Pissing in a pot

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:49 pm

When my dad was a young married man he bought a house with an attached ruined building and an orchard and 3 acres of land for the princely sum of £300… it was a lot of money back then.

So, some five years later he has moved up in his career and is offered a company funded pension plan, on retirement or at the age of 55, whichever comes sooner, he will be paid the princely sum of £2,000.

Enough to buy SIX of those properties, gimme some of that.

So the years went by and on the day this vast amount of money became due to him it so happened that there was a half page advert in the local paper, a new Mini (the old Leyland mini 1000, not the new BMW thing with the same name) on the road was £2,015, so his monster pension pot would not quite buy a brand new very small car.

As it happens, I had at the same time a bunch of papers from my then employer telling me all about the pension scheme everyone with a brain was signing up for, just take em home, read all the benefits, sign em and return em, and everyone was.

I didn’t.. I was the ONLY one there who didn’t, because I had seen my dad’s face when that mind bogglingly huge pension lump sum cheque was sat on the table next to the paper open at the mini advert.

GOT

FUCKING

CONNED

and so, I resolved then and there not to contribute to any of these schemes, and when you are too old to work enough to earn a crust you die…

I then spent the next 30 years being told by all and sundry what a stupid fuck I was, and the older I got the more incredulous the abuse… why even if you saved HALF your income you still won’t have enough to retire…

So far, in 2012, not one of those fuckers has said a damn thing to me, on the contrary, they are all looking both quiet and worried, as two very unpleasant truths start to dawn;

  1. Just like my dad, price inflation is steadily eroding their pension pot
  2. Just like many other people, by the time the pension became due, the pot had long since vanished.

So this thing you have been going without for and saving for and planning your swansong to be funded by is either simply not going to go anywhere near as far as you were planning, or increasingly likely, will effectively vanish into thin air leaving you without a pot to piss in.

Thankfully, in my dad’s case, he never really believed in the whole pension thing, so by the time the OPEC crisis hit and the world credit bubble started he still had plenty working years left, and could see the writing on the wall, s0 dad invested his earnings wisely in cases of fine Cognac (which he drank) Cigarette boats (which he ran like he stole them) Cabaret and Parties, fine food, fine clothes and fine living, yachts and year long cruises… he wasted the rest of educating us kids… lol

He’s dead now so I can’t ask him if he knew that the lessons learned in how to not quite cavitate the 500 hp boat engines were at least as valuable to a 12 year old boy as fucking latin verbs…. 40 years later the fucking latin doesn’t still raise a smile, memories of the 12 year old me alone not merely at the helm but in the boat (“Don’t redline the motors boy” was the extent of the paternal advice… lol) alone in it and in sole control of it do.

Even then I can remember a lot of the other guys had shares in boats and shit, dad was one of the few who owned outright, and it was down to NOT paying a penny into a pension.

Of course things were a lot tighter in my life than during the 50’s and 60’s and early 70’s when dad was living the life of Riley, but I still always threw caution to he wind and spent every penny I earned on wine wimminz and song as it were, and I too can’t say I regret a fucking penny of it.

Those days are now gone, even if you have a damn good trade and ex-pat somewhere where the wages are high and the tax bill is zero, you still can’t life that fat, because the cost of everything has gone up so much more than wages have.

If you are a CASH multimillionaire you can do it, just about, but it seems that along with the relative costs of things, the relative quality of people has gone down too.

Cash multimillionaires now throw it all at houses and Bentley’s and Patek Phillipe watches, you don’t see any of them (apart from the odd exception that proves the rule) howling around at the helm of a twin lambo powered cougar, or seeing how fast you can get the L88 from Paris to Marseilles, or just hopping on the knuck and cruising around for a month or two.

Cash multimillionaires now smell of perfume and moisturiser, not 40 weight oil and 98 octane and Brylcreem and  Old Spice.

Cash multimillionaires now got it by winning a lottery jackpot or asset stripping with a pen, not by working in the jungle or at the wellhead or by the sweat of their brows.

So called “asset” millionaires and multimillionaires are even fucking worse, their lives are little more than a repetitive cycle of pass the ponzi parcel and spending and earning numbers ON SOMEONE ELSE’S COMPUTER SCREEN, similarly all their so called “assets” are actually recorded on someone else’s computer screen.

The only thing any of these fuckers will be left with is the debt / liability, and how is someone without a pot to piss in going to persuade either the person who absconded with their pension funds to cough up, or the person who they are underwater in debt to to write off the debt?

In the middle east, debt = jail, so a lot of the ex pats, when the wheels fall off the wagon, dump everything, dump the car and the airport and return to their native lands with sweet fuck all.

But what do you do when the wheels falls off the wagon in your native lands, and debt does not = prison, but something far worse, indentured servitude by any other name.

You can’t just bug out.

“Don’t get into debt” / “Neither a borrower nor a lender be” is great advice.

Better advice is never trust anything you do not hold and control in your own hands.

Better advice still is never trust your continued possession of anything you personally cannot not just touch at will, but pick up and carry at will.

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