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January 14, 2017

The microcosm.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:43 pm

It’s all too easy to focus on either the micro or the macro, and forget the other one exists.

Lately I’ve been talking a lot about the macro stuff, trumponomics, what’s happening with the deep state and so on, but that doesn’t mean that life doesn’t go on at the local micro level either.

Local life and macro life co-exist and feed into each other, and while you have to be careful that correlation != causation, it’s wrong to ignore the micro, there are always tell tales.

So, on to the micro.

The dating / swinging scene has evolved, there is a lot less of the strong independent wimminz, hear me roar, and a lot more of the wanting some sort of relationshit, as in, forget my history, the future is less sheer numbers of sexual partners as a goal, not more, per week / month / year.

Formal divorce rates are still trending down slowly, but you have to remember that the proportion of people who are married is also a lot lower, co-habitees don’t get divorced, they still split and invoke the secret family courts and child custody battles and alimony etc, but it doesn’t get included in the divorce numbers, these numbers are still very very high, as are the allegations of violence and / or sexual abuse, but it is almost absent from mainstream reporting or public consciousness, it’s all back on the back burner with cancer, eg if it happens to you it’s real and personal, if it happens to someone else it’s just background noise.

An interesting metric locally is rental house prices, they are stagnant or dropping, for the last few years where I have been is an absolute bargain, relatively speaking, and the jump to 2 and 3 bedroom properties you were looking at the thick end of a thousand a month, that has now come down, sure, there are still places going for that and more, but there are also places going for 750 or so, bear in mind 8 years ago I was paying 625 for a 3 bed place.

So it’s still very very high in terms of absolute cost, but the wheels have definitely come off from the old days of get a liar loan interest only mortgage and rent it out and make money, property isn’t such a hot thing to be in, and you can see this when you go to the local DIY stores the footfall just isn’t there, and a lot of the local retailers who supply to independents like electricians are consolidating and closing some outlets.

The vibe on the high street in town is similarly split, there is the world of the property developer who owns whole blocks of shops, and the world of the property developer knocking shit down and building whole blocks of student flats that hold 300 students at a time, and there is everything else, and everything else is hurting.

BHS closed it’s doors months ago now and the site is still vacant and nobody knows what’s happening to it, and being a BHS you know this was a prime city centre location, there are some homeless guys who have set up tents in the doorway…

Lots of the other shops, well lets say I have walked into two of the local independents recently looking to buy something, only to be told that those whole lines of goods are no longer being done by them, again not a good sign.

On the roads driving standards and road courtesy have taken another sharp dip downwards towards the road rage end of the scale, sure it’s anecdotal and personal observations but it is quite real and quite noticeable to me.

On the business front for me things aren’t looking too bad, starting the year with three different local businesses that previously went nationally to get shit done because it was cheaper, and now they are going locally with me simply because the cheaper national ones are not delivering on promises like they used to, and it’s a lot easier to deal with someone ten miles down the road.

Globalism / Brexit / whatever but local businesses in the manufacturing sector are seeing green shoots of growth, it’s not a lot but it is there, which makes it stand out from all the service stuff…

Basically there are small businesses working at making a living and making a profit and trying real hard to do so, and in shades of what’s wrong with the world there are large national businesses that don’t have a fucking clue… for example I have not had a gas or electric bill sent through the post for over a year, and this is after arguing with them for a year over “miscalculated” bills (I have the proof in the utility’s own actual printed bills with records of payments made by me, payments which were ignored when it came to the claimed balance owing, and since disputing this non existent “debt” the utility company has simply ignored me, and not responded to attempts to communicate) which is really very symptomatic of all big business and big government in this country.

The incompetence and levels of disconnect from reality is fucking mind blowing.

Globalism / Brexit / trumpton / fracturing of the EU etc seems as real and relevant to all of these big global level players are this blog post, eg they don’t even have a suitable radar for it to fly under, it literally doesn’t exist in their world.

I’m also seeing a surprising grassroots rise in activism and “lack of complacency” for want of a better way of putting it, increasing numbers of ordinary citizens who are saying things like “Am I being detained officer?” instead of just co-operating as they used to.

And it is not going un-noticed when there are headlines like “Three men in St Austell (a small ex kaolin/tin mining town in Cornwall) arrested for murder” and then it comes out that all three and their victim were ork rapefugees… the spin is to downplay and obfuscate this fact as much as possible, yet it is the fact that most people are talking about on the street.

The whole attitude towards the homeless in general and refugees is shifting towards automatic condemnation just on status alone, and I’m not saying this is right or wrong, it’s just an observation.

It’s also just an observation that the chuggers (charity muggers with collection boxes) have pretty much disappeared from the streets, and there is little goodwill on the ground for Big Issue sellers either.

Times are hard and people are struggling and hurting trying to pay their own way, and if you aren’t struggling and hurting and paying your own way too then you ain’t one of them.image1

On the micro level it’s not just the people making the noise you need to pay attention to, it’s the people who you just do not hear or see any more, and you used to.

Look at the local jobs listings above, half of these are shit and don’t exist or never did, just recruiters cv stuffing, and half of what’s left aren’t local at all, they are recruiting for 100 miles away.

but what’s left for a regional capital city of 118,000 pop and 664 registered unemployed, lets take a look at the 7 automotive jobs.

Mechanic in Tamworth which is 2 hours drive away
Parts sales in Stoke which is 3 hours drive away
Mechanic in Brentwood which is 4 hours drive away
Driver in Harlow which is 4 hours away
Mechanic in Lincoln which is 4 hours away
2 x good vehicle drivers which are local, 1 is an agency stuffing their books

I’m not saying you *can’t* get a job locally, if you work at it long and hard enough sooner or later you find something like a zero hours shelf stacker in Tesco on minimum wage, but the traditional mantra of you need a job to get a better job so you can springboard from that shelf stacking job at £7 per hour to a driving job at £8 per hour and so on up, meh, it doesn’t fucking exist.

Employers know it, which is why they all act like they are doing you a favour to give you a job, and you better not ever ask for a pay rise or balk at being asked to do something illegal or dangerous.image2

This is a set of 3 and 4 storey modern offices, I worked there for a while a few years ago for IBM who were subcontracted to a very large national insurance company, even then the site was two thirds empty, it’s been completely vacant (apart from security staff) for the past couple of years, as you can see from the car parks, and this is literally 400 yards off the M5 motorways main J30 Exeter junction.

570 people used to work there.

It’s dead.

It’s not even being offered for rent, if you look at the local commercial property rental / lease sites, it just doesn’t exist.

It’s micro level stuff but you really need to be aware of it, the roads around where my mum lives used to be owned by people that worked at that facility… one of them now has his DPD (parcel delivery) van parked outside, one works away all week in London, one does Kleeneze, one does photography on the quiet.

The road itself is potholed to fuck and has been getting steadily worse for ten years, they used to repair them properly, now some guys come by with  a van with some tar and grit and tamp some tar in the hole and pound it for a couple of minutes and move on.

2 out of every 3 streetlights are now turned off at 8 pm.

Every day I get enquiries from people who either want something done but don’t want to pay the going rate, because that way they can’t make a profit, or they want to pay at the end of the month or whenever because they don’t have the cash flow to do the production themselves… or both.

Every couple / few weeks I get some guy sending me his CV and asking for a job, has to be said, even if I was looking for a full time employee none of them would even remotely qualify, so no, no props for going out looking for work actively seeking and all that, when your CV is all about what responsibilities you’ve had and what roles you fulfilled, and sweet fuck all about actual hand on experience and work ethic.

Day comes for me to hire it’s going to be young, pretty, with big tits and plenty of “O” vertime from the boss… .;*)

Just answer the phone and make the coffee and sweep the floor bitch.

Being brutally realistic I don’t see a way for naturally growing this business to the point where there are a dozen employees and I’m making enough profit to buy a new merc and a big house or whatever it is you are in to, maybe 20 years out, yes there is growth but it is organic, and meantime rust never sleeps and bills have to be paid and so on.

And this position makes me *fortunate* compared to many out there at the micro scale, very fucking fortunate, so trust me, I’m not knocking it or complaining, but down here at the micro scale talk of “growth” and “business” and “economy” is mainly bollocks, sure I’m positioned to help other small businesses who need our services to grow, and grow myself, and so on, but it’s more like farming, no matter what you have to put *all* the work in or you’ll get *no* crops some months down the line, and when it comes to harvest time, you still have to sell that shit at a profit…

None of this magic nigger shit about telling some lies to a computer to get a virtual money loan that you give to someone else and they give you a virtual document to a property that you let to someone else for more than your repayments on the virtual money loan and then you go round telling everyone what a fucking financial genius you are.

Mostly it’s keeping the wolf from the door and not doing anything stupid that costs you money you can’t afford to lose.

At the micro scale there is no glamour or glitz, you go out and do what you can and earn what you can and cut your suit according to your cloth.

The exact opposite of everything at the macro scale, and the disconnect between the two is starting to wear real thin nowadays.


January 13, 2017

Cutting crew

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:34 pm

So in part two of the “No, I don’t want to fuck your daughter just because I have a rule that I can fuck anything that lives in my house” I’ll skip right past the self evident dichotomy that me (a male) fucking an underage girl is pervy, but fucking an underage boy is gross, sure they are both the same thing, but not from the sexuality of the speaker, one is more distant than the other, but I do think we often forget how much of us is just programmed response.

More importantly I also think we vastly under estimate the awareness that social scientist types have that much of us is just programmed response….

We’ve been pissing on the heterosexual male for 30 years, and the man as head of the family for 50, and I can see in my own lifetime how the programmed response of the average person in the street has shifted.

What they will spend money on is a good metric, especially when you apply it truly and fairly, I can pull my own childhood as an example, pocket money was a scarce resource, so what you spent it on spoke volumes.

Ice cream now and again, war comics now and again, “toys” that weren’t toys so much as things like bits of meccano or pocket knives or catapults or air pistols, pens and pencils and protractor / drawing sets were always popular too, but so were lengths of rope or twine and an axe and hammer and nails to build a fort in the woods or to build a swing to cross a river. (click on image for full size version where you can see the paedo hiding in the bushes…sic)img_1157

40/50 years later I walk those same paths past those same rivers, and there is not a single child or single group of children playing there.


The programmed response of the average child has been shifted so far in two short generations that it is now seen as a place to take your dog for a walk, you can take your kids too if you must, but keep them on a lead…. ain’t nobody out damming the river and building rope swings across it and forts and dens and hidey holes and falling in and getting near drowned.

It’s not something you can just wave your hands at and say ooh technology has changed, the brook/river you see here hasn’t, everything that was possible for a child in the 60’s is possible today, if anything the technology enables you to do it all better.

But all these forms of play are now verboten, if someone saw kids playing in the river they would call the police and their parents, what were they thinking of, the kids are at risk from the paedophile trolls living under the viaduct, or they could get injured, or dirty…

Instead kids today are spending all their money on mobile technology so they can stay immersed in social media and online gaming and chat, they are watching hardcore porn at 10 and taking sexy selfies (child porn to you and me citizen) at 11, and live streaming their own suicide at 12.

In the name of all the things that we used to do that were “harmful”, these new protected citizens routinely daily indulge in normalised behaviour that to us would have been seen as literally insanely criminally irresponsible to allow a child to partake in.

And this is of course the whole fucking point, and much as I often bang on about fucking underage children, the point is not necessarily to fuck them all, though it does make that more attainable should you be so inclined, but the fact is if you can sexualise the little shits, then everything else you get for free.

It’s the “everything else” that these social scientist types are after, really, how many under age girls can you fuck at once, and all you get out of it is sex, but you can market and mold and manipulate tens of thousands at a time, and monetize it for the next 40 years, and get them to help you do the same to the next 2 generations in “the new normal” and that is where it’s at jack.

The ISIS caliphate and all the rest are rank fucking amateurs at this shit on the best day they ever had, but these social scientist types are a thousand times more effective on the worst day they ever had.

In a long since vanished (thank fuck) dead tree missive of the 70’s I speculated in writing about the purpose of the government of the day employing tens of thousands of psychiatrists and social scientists, but none of them in a front line treatment role, all of them in back room policy roles, and 99% of them in areas that apparently have no connection whatsoever to mental health, such as electoral commission boundaries, local planning permissions, food regulation, and so on.

I say thank fuck because in the 70’s I wrote it in my own name and drew the obvious parallels to what was happening in education with the marxists poisoning everything and what was happening in employment with the fucking fag activists poisoning everything.

There was a lot of fringe shit back then and being brutally honest if 500 people read your shit you were doing spectacularly well, so as a threat to the society at large you were nowt.

Now we have 11 year old girls who use words like CUNT and FUCK and MOTHERFUCKER who talk about dildos and anal beads and they have > 650,000 subscribers on youtube.

You see, the danger has never so much been in what you do, because you can do all sorts of things on the quiet and out of the public eye, no, the danger was always in someone telling someone else what you did.

One the one hand this has not gotten asymmetric, fuck an underage girl in 1960 or in 2010 and they still go and tell one person, da policeman, and the ball rolls on from there, on the other hand it has, the aforementioned suicided 12 year old girl has been viewed literally many many millions of times, whereas in the 60’s there was maybe 50 people she could have badmouthed you to…. you could in theory have left town to escape it in the 60’s, in the new age nowhere on the planet is safe from the self appointed vigilates who will be busy tracking down and punishing the evil cunt who sexually abused the now dead by her own hand 12 year old girl.

No court trial has ever been held.

For all I know no actual police complaint was ever made.

Doesn’t stop the millions who accept at face value and condemn, and the tens of thousands who will attempt to track down and identify and punish whoever was “guilty” of this.

Of course it’s all really nasty if the subject of the slur is Trump fucking russian sluts in Odessa in a bed made from WMD’s in a sexed up dossier, or if Mutti Merkel gets death threats, or if Putin puts Russian borders near yet another NATO troop buildup…

But it all stems from sexualising children from as low an age as possible so they go from being weaned to being sexualised with no childhood at all in between, because once you achieve that, then you can achieve anything else your heart desires, because reality itself becomes fluid at that point.

99.999% of people who read or watched the phrase “Solyent Green is People!” didn’t get it, the problem wasn’t that is was 99% pure people, the problem wasn’t that it was incorrectly labelled, the problem was noboday gave a fuck even when you told them, except to shoot the messenger.

Nobody gives a fuck if 0.01% of the population is a latent paedo, or if 99.99% of the population is a latent paedo, the paedo tendencies or lack of them are not the issue, the issue is teaching 100% of people that they cannot even trust their own minds and souls and tendencies.

If 30% of the (presumably male) population is a potential paedo then frankly fucking underage kids should be legalised, because that is a bigger proportion of the population than is homosexual or muslim or conservative or anything else you can shake a stick at.

If 0.01% of the (presumably male) population is a potential paedo then frankly you should be treating the paedo risk somewhere along near the risk of an asteroid impact, and focusing on actual likely dangers to your kids, like motor vehicles and fuckbook exposure.

But no, we get the worst of both worlds, every (presumably male) one is a potential paedo, so nobody can trust anyone else and nobody can trust themselves, and reality especially.

Follow the fucking money. The text in blue above is the way to maximally monetise everything, and to keep that ball rolling like russian agression and hacking, you have to make sure there is as much childhood sexualisation as possible, because other wise it ain’t self sustaining.

I had this discussion with someone a few weeks ago, they know me well and saw my reaction in a certain set of circumstances and said (despite what the secret family court judge said) there was no way I was any kind of risk to kids, in fact there were few people on the planet they would rather their kids were left with if something happened to them.

My response was that that was gratifying to hear, but it’s a bit like what you would do if someone pointed a loaded gun at you, you don’t actually know what you would do until / unless it actually happened.

The social programming is so strong that they were absolutely adamant that there was no way I could sexually abuse a child.

I was all, yeah, whoosh, missed my point entirely, maybe you should be praying I did want to, and so form some sort of bond, because for all I know if you did pop your clogs and if you actually could leave your kids to me to raise who is to say I’d step up to the plate?

I might well be all oh no fuck this I’m not taking on that shit for the next ten years, give the little shits up for adoption.

I don’t know until / unless it happened.

That was the point.

The social programming simply cannot handle such uncertainty, there are only absolutes in the new fluid reality, and sure, those absolutes may flip from one state to another as time passes (and back again) but at no point is there a simple acceptance of uncertainty and not knowing.

You cannot have the simply acceptance of an uncertain situation “no reason to assume they are a paedophile”, you must have an absolute certainty, so they become “a possible paedophile that must be prevented from having any opportunities to bugger small children” because it is absolutely 100% certain that it is a possibility.

I can create and circulate a document that claims that Trump takes it up the ass from Belorussian shemales, and why not, it *might* be true, or have some shades of truth, or be close enough to something else to have some shades of truth, it’s not about him ACTUALLY getting his bunghole filled with shemale cum, it’s about it being possible that he might under certain circumstances like it, or allow it, or participate in it, or watch it on the internet…

Lord knows he could buy/rent it any time he wanted, and lord knows there are enough people out there who would offer it to swing a multimillion dollar deal with the guy…

One thing all the social scientist programmed populace agree upon, you simply cannot sit there are say “You know what, I have no fucking idea what The Donald’s sexual tastes are, and you know what else, I’m more than happy to go the rest of my life not knowing, or needing to know, or thinking I need to know, or trying to factor it into any decisions or opinions or thoughts about the guy…. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!”

Do that shit out loud and you’ll WISH you were caught fucking underage kids.

January 9, 2017

The man in the low(brow) castle…

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 9:51 pm

So, I sez to da bitch;

No, it’s not that I want to fuck your daughters…..” and I pause to let that sentence sink in, “… it’s just that my rules are that if it lives in this house I get to fuck it whenever I please.

But…” she says, “.. that’s the same thing!

No.” I reply, “No, it’s not the same thing at all, because it is YOU who wants your daughters to live in this house with me, I don’t care if they do or don’t. But if they do, house rules apply…

In 2017 it’s become trendy to brand this as an r/K conflict or impasse, it’s nothing of the sort, it’s just old school gaslighting and playing the vagina entitlement card.

Note the bold blue text doesn’t specify female, it doesn’t even specify human, it’s just a blanket rule.

Yet along comes someone who wants something and who wants that thing to be an exception, so the blanket rule gets re-written to sound like I’m only interested in burying my cock in underage poon, which is unreasonable and disgusting, so by extension the entire blanket rule gets shitcanned as unreasonable and disgusting.

I’m not allowed a blanket rule, because princess has some womb turds that she wants to be exempted from the blanket rule.

Now long dead and buried and forgotten is the simple fact that it was the princess in the first place who had the idea of bringing her womb turds to live in my castle, it wasn’t my idea or offer or invitation, it was entirely her own idea.

Only in the annals of back street blogs like this does the man get to point out that not only all that, but if he was going to have some young bitches come stay under the blanket rule, he wouldn’t have chosen this princess’s womb turds, they are spoilt fat ugly and entitled, so even when the great healer that is time has passed in sufficient quantity that nobody could level any accusations of paedophilia, the skanks in question are still unfuckably fat and ugly and entitled.

Which was the original purpose of the blanket rule, anything unfuckable for any reason, and it matters not if that reason is juvenile age or juvenile intellect and entitlement attitude, is excluded from consideration, much less eligibility.

The bold blue text blanket rule is in effect nothing more than a condensed down to the minimum rule, sure, you could cover all the bases in other ways, and end up with a 144 page document full of sections and subsections and clauses, but to what purpose?

It’s telling that there have been three occasions in my life so far where wimminz have eventually come to accept the blanket rule for what it is, but still wanted the skanky little sprogs to come stay, and then proceeded to try to clarify the circumstances under which their progeny get rogered by yours truly at will.

It always comes down to the same reason, “actually they are better off having sex with you and learning things right that what I had and what they will likely have etc..” and so on… is the mother’s refrain.

ohhh-kaaaayyyyy… but it still doesn’t address the basic blanket rule does it….. because the last word of the is “please” (as in please me, not please and thank you) and if it don’t please me then it still won’t be passing the basic blanket rule will it…

How could it possibly not please me, it’s mini me cunt time, just like them, but younger and fresher and firmer and purer etc etc etc.

Bitch, just accept one thing, you do not get male sexuality.

Your sources are dubious at best, your best source is me, but you ain’t listening to me, when you claim to try to listen and understand you do so for 30 seconds before throwing your hands up and claiming you’ll never understand men, or me, cos I’m weird, not like other men.

Funny, cos I haven’t met many men at all who did not understand me perfectly when it came to my sexual desires, pretty much 99.9% of them knew exactly where I was coming from, their pretty little 7 year old daughter was as safe as houses, her 17 year old slutty sister I’d fuck the ass off in a heartbeat, if invited…

Never did yet meet a man who thought I might be tempted to rape his devoutly loyal wife / girlfriend the moment his back was turned, met thousands who didn’t trust their wife / girlfriend to not spread thei legs and fuck me the moment his back is turned, but who were also too scared to dare to say such a thing to the wife / GF in question, but they felt they could say it to me.. can I trust you with the missus bro?

Hell no. Not unless she is unfuckable, in which case it is hell yes.

You dissing my woman and saying she is fat and ugly and unfuckable bro?

Hell yes. Not unless she ain’t, in which case it is hell no.

You see, blanket rules don’t start and end at fucking anything with a pulse that lives under my roof…

Another blanket rule is the FRONT DOOR, it’s mine, I answer it if I choose to, use it if I choose to, and only what I choose to allow passes between the OUTSIDE and the INSIDE, and the front door is the checkpoint.

By “what” I don’t just mean people, or indeed items, I also mean information, ideas, beliefs, attitudes, lifestyles and so on.

At this point you could be forgiven for thinking that princess sees this second blanket rule as icing on the cake for the first, not only do I get to fuck the little sluts, but what happens in vegas stays in vegas and no tales get told out of school, because sure enough, you’re right.

The reality is another thing entirely, as my visitors discovered when they came over for christmas and asked to use the wi-fi, free wi-fi guest network is bandwidth limited at 256/256 k, and there are also a whole shit of firewall rules in place, plus you’re on your own little separate vlan away from the private wifi and wired lans.

I choose to block twitter and fuckbook and all that shit at the firewall, I choose to do so because it’s my shit that I pay for and I don’t want it in my house.

I don’t give a fuck if princess’s womb turds’ cervixes will fall out on the ground unless they are able to tether to fuckbook 24/7, I don’t use it so why should I enable or permit or assist anyone else to use it on my dime?

You ain’t getting netflix either, or BBC iplayer, or anything else, I don’t give a fuck how used to are to absorbing 6 hours of peppa pig and teletubbies per day, I won’t have that shit in my house.

There is (checks) on the NAS box on the lan a PDF library that runs to 30 gig and 5,500 + documents, everything book and magazine wise you can shake a stick at, there are 57,000+ mp3’s, there is a fuckton of stuff, of course it is all too boring to even consider looking at the index, when there is the latest box set of buffy to watch on netflix…

I am awaiting with much anticipation the day I walk into someone else’s house and they have the amazon echo running, yeah man, I’ll have a coffee, white and sweet please, and the minute they are in the kitchen I’ll be all…

“HEY ALEXA!  Buy a TSX Trojan Horse Black!”

Oh yeah, because that’s the shit that you deserve to have happen to you when you effectively invite big brother into your home.

Because I just *know* that when I do that, if alexa automagically orders your damn horse cock dildo from your amazon shopping account with your saved ebanking details and so on, it will somehow be *my* fucking fault, not yours.

Just like it’s my fault I don’t want to let your waifs in my house unless I get to fuck them regularly, because lets face it, nothing is ever ever ever your fault… so it must always be someone else’s fault, and if they dare to give you valid explanations why it ain’t so, and how they have basic blanket rules to protect their own homes and sanity, you just know they are full of shit, after all, you have alexa, if you have it, why should anyone else be paranoid about it??? unless they were afraid alexa will overhear them fucking your womb turds with monster horse cock dildos.

Alexahu Akbar.

January 7, 2017

Stop screaming (still)

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 5:07 pm

It was one of my favourite bits from the old shoot em up by raven / activision that went by the name of soldier of fortune, and it was a line of dialogue used by one of the bad guys, you first encountered it in a subway about the time you find another bad guy taking a piss and get to blow him away before he takes a different tool in hand and does the same for you.

So anyways I’ve basically been a week in and out of bed and not much else with this fucking winter flu / virus / bug / whatever it is doing the rounds, I seem to be unreasonably healthy generally, but every three of four years get hit with one of these things that takes me out for a few days.

Coming out the ass end of it now and weak as a kitten.

The interesting thing about such bouts of infection is how they fuck with your head and thought processes, if ever you needed proof that your brain was a biochemical computer nothing provides it so well as being on the inside looking out while said biochemical computer gets infected and fucked up.

Of course my name isn’t Princess Laidup so I haven’t been self medicating with Prozac for 40 years (just caffeine and nicotine) so the picture of her ashes in a giant prozac capsule for interment with her momma Debbie Remoulds was quite the WTF moment for me.

It’s easy for me to tell internally I ain’t well, because I could lie there and intellectually think all sorts of weird and wacky sexual things, but down in the trouser department nothing was stirring, not even first thing in the am, Roger the trouser snake wasn’t interested in much apart from draining piss from the bladder, and very drippily at that, he wasn’t even sulking at the loss of sexual function, he was more of a don’t give a fuck it’s gone and don’t give a fuck if it ever comes back either, so fuck you, now fuck off and leave me alone.

I’ve never been one to under-estimate how big an effect medication / diet / environment / etc not just “can” but does have on brain function, which means thought processes, which means personality.

Fred on Acid != Fred on Prozac != Fred on caffeine.

Not in a “fred ain’t acting himself” way, but in an all three are essentially different people way, I always used to say this to people who would come to me for advice about someone who was abusing heavily drink or drugs, the alcoholic/junkie Fred you are talking about helping is not the same person as the Fred you used to know, nothing applies the same any more.

I dallied for a few years at a time regularly daily dosing myself with grass and speed and acid, and then regularly daily dosing myself with alcohol, I know this to be true, I handled that shit like a pro, but the person I was then ain’t the person I am now, and between thee and me and the gatepost that’s all the reasons I have ever really needed to not go back on the booze or back on the dope, once I eventually discovered who I was, I feel no need to change that and go away from it.

Like Princess Fuckedup and every other celebutard you can name,  I was clearly self medicating to change who I was, not realising that perhaps who I was wasn’t the fucking problem, who I was pretending to be and who I was hanging out with and what fucking lifestyle I was trying to live were the problem.

The thing I never really got was that I was fundamentally changing myself, I knew all the catchphrases, it’s not booze, it’s anaesthetic, it’s not reality, it’s lack of drugs, like some dystopian fantasy world where you take the psychopath pill every day to go to work in a particular job, then take the anti-psychopath pill when you go home, so that when you are at home you will be “normal”… fat fucking chance.

The huge irony is that looking back on it all, at the time the whole rebel without a cause “what ya got” thing pissed me off because it was so fake and so many tried to constantly fake it so I consciously avoided that whole scene man, but the reality was I didn’t like what life had to offer and instead of going out and actively changing that I just passively rejected it, and actually became the rebel without a cause, what ya got?

And with the benefit of enough years and 20/20 hindsight I was Brando, and similarly admired and reviled by the wimminz and others, rebels without causes ain’t particularly dangerous y’see, and revolutions that are never intended to progress beyond my own biochemistry aren’t particularly threatening either.

What ya got meant I was against anything you cared to name, and being against it meant I didn’t partake in it, responsibility’s for the birds man.

Never made the slightest effort to work *against* the thing in question, the cause du jour, “not my scene” non participation in that shit while I spent my time doing some other shit instead.

Jimmy Dean was too angst ridden and involved, Marlon was all fuck it, I’ll pass on that shit, but they were all of course silver screen fantasies, and whatever personal fantasies (or vanities) I was indulging in it was very much real life.

Unlike the on screen Dean and Brando playing with knives and fighting, I always carried a knife (always Buck for me) but never once showed one in anger, for we knew that knives weren’t toys to impress, a knife is a killing tool, and it works best if the intended deceased don’t see it, and even if the intended deceased is carrying a firearm if you get within 10 feet he’s dead, you might be too, but he would be. *maybe* one person walked away from a knife “fight”.

Nevertheless like everything else the mere carrying was seen as symbolic and proof of danger and bad intent, contrary to all the empirical factual evidence, because, you know, some people got injured and killed with knives.

See, that’s the other way to fuck with your biochemistry, make the harmless things that you want to do illegal, so you either avoid doing them or do them and take your chances, but the stress free innocent option of doing them freely is gone along with the biochemistry you would have had.

So welcome to the brave new world of 2017, Trump takes office in 13 days, the Kenyan is still fucking with things as much as possible, as are the MSM and just about everyone else, because it appears that in the US and in the UK and EU, the population is split, and those who have held sway for 30 years simply aren’t prepared to endure the brain biochemistry changes required for regime change, while those who have endured for the past 30 years really don’t want another month, and both sides would rather the whole fucking edifice of modern society collapse, rather than give an inch… not that there is an inch to be given.

2017 is going to be either coming round from a long spell of illness / drunkeness / stoned stupor, and entering a new reality, or leaving a long spell of the old reality and entering a long spell of sickness / drunk / stoned and getting used to it.

Pretty is one thing it won’t be.

“Real” is another thing it won’t be, just a shift change in who is stoned and who is straight 24/7.

January 3, 2017

Putin hacked my throat.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:08 am

OK, maybe not Vlad personally, but clearly he ordered it personally, so I’m sat here with a Russian infection running riot through my lungs and blood and brain, fucking commie blood cells…

I used to work on the backbone, and I’ve been online since the days of the BBS, long before the “internet”, so I may not be a Andressen or McNealy or Cerf or Gates, but I’m not a fucking idiot either, and it is possible for me to speak on certain aspects of IT where the differences between my knowledge and all the knowledge out there is very very small indeed.

When it comes to hacking you can spy on routers and traffic and packets all you want, until the boys kick the door in and catch the operator at the (perferably still operating and online) computers, you’re not *certain* you have your man.

You may still not have “your man”, just a lowly footsoldier or freelancer, but at least you do have what you have with the guy you have and the computers there.

The next level of certaintly down from that is like talking about the next level of speed down from stall speed with an aircraft, you can’t be 99.999% certain, you can’t fly at 99.999% of stall speed, and you can’t be 99.999% not pregnant.

Sure, when it comes to IT you can make all sorts of assumptions, but in an engineering / scientific sense they are utterly worthless until / unless proven by kicking the door in and catching the hacker / cracker / wacker in the act and catching his computers all running and data intact.

So the level below 100% sure it was a wookie hack is 0% sure it was a wookie hack, all the traceroutes and whois and fingering and command line querying in the world don’t mean shit, it could all be smoke and mirrors, even accessing a router you could be getting lied to by a shell.

Every backbone router in the UK already lies in just this way, they all conceal the existence and interference and footprint of the data slurping “black boxes” that record all packet headers and more besides.

Think on that. Deeply.

We have created a perfect system of data society, where it is now impossible to verify any data as being genuine, a team of true investigative journalists *could* in theory dig up the story of me being a lying violent nasty heroin addicted rapist and child abuser who was a sexual risk to his own children, only a few of the peripheral players are dead, so it would still be possible to interview almost everyone in depth and paint a picture of what really happened back then, and then when you find this “truth” how are you going to disseminate it? What organ of the media or data comms are you proposing? How will you get the story out?

Who is going to pay for it too?

Thing is, with age and experience, I have come to realise one thing, an dit should keep you up at night, and that thing is that all our leaders and movers and shakers and people of influence, and I have been unfortunate enough to meet a few of them, are no more intelligent than the average school leaver, they are as thick as shit, invariably the “fiercly intelligent” ones have one pet subject on which they can spout at length, but not debate of have their actual knowledge questioned or put to the test.

None of this should scare you, what should scare you is their absolute belief that they are RIGHT.

Intellectually there is no differnence between Junker / LaGarde / Cameroon / May / Mutti Merkel and your average sand nigger suicide bomber, sure one may believe in keynsian monetary policy and the other may believe in the prophet, but they both BELIEVE, *absolutely*, that they are right, and everyone else is wrong.

The biochemical systems in the brains are the same.

To question is heresy.

The engineering / scientific method is heresy.

It is a tribute to the effectiveness of the human genome that despite this defiance of all fact, we have become the most sucessful species on the planet by far, with little or not need to rely on scientific and engineering truths, we can safely ignore 99.9% of truth and fact and *still* dominate the planet.


Not *all* of them rush over the cliff to suicide to ease the population.

Those that do, boy, are they *right*


December 27, 2016

A farewell to arms

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:30 pm

Insanity in men usually takes the form where the crazy knows they are crazy, they might kill you for mentioning it, but they know they are.

Insanity in wimminz usually takes the form where the crazy thinks they are pretty normal, which is why insanity in wimminz is so dangerous, that and that fact that lots of women are borderline batshit.

I have spent part of the holidays visiting dysfunctional families, I’m branded as being “old fashioned” and “a bastard” because I walk into homes where their front door is not treated as an impermeable barrier to dysfunction, and so naturally enough the dysfunction spreads to the rest of the family, “I need to take a piss, where’s your bog?” so I’m directed upstairs 2nd door on the left, they could as easily said “the door that has holes that have been punched and kicked into the skin”, inside and out and when you mention this they all raise they brows and say “Ah, that’s Josh, he has anger management issues”.

It’s not for me to say “And you have house management issues, allowing the cunt to stay or visit or ever cross the threshold again” but it is what I am thinking, so then I’m regaled with tales of the 10 year old who draws on everything with marker, especially everything that has been re-decorated.

Nobody knows how to stop or control this behaviour, nobody is in charge, nobody is in control, shrug your shoulders, what can you do?

BTW before you go off on a tangent about drugs and unemployment in society, it’s worth mentioning that these parents are both in full time employment, even if they do literally have a lock on their own bedroom door to keep the youth out, and not for sexual purposes, but to prevent theft.

The unemployed are worse.

Closer to home I had some visiting me, they all have handheld electronic devices, they all want to know the wi-fi password, I tell them it’s one euro per hour, they all smirk and adopts shit eating but-I-have-no-money grins while holding their i-devices, I shrug and say no worries, you need the guest network, the password is password, it’s an entirely separate ssid and vlan with it’s own bandwidth limited pipe to the net, 250 kbit up/down for the whole vlan, oh yeah, it has a whole bunch of traffic filtering and blocking going on too, and as we all know having grown up with 9,800 baud that’s a shit lot of free bandwidth and more than enough to do serious work with, so they all sit there watching loading screens and not much else and tell me how my “internet” sucks and theirs at home is so much better.

I pull out my Note 4 and run speed test and show them I’m getting 50 mbit down and 10 mbit up, so no, there is fuck all wrong with my wi-fi, and if they don’t like my free wi-fi they are more than welcome to fuck off back home…. or pay 1 euro per hour for access to the fast ssid/vlan.

There is much grumbling, but soon enough it is replaced with questions about charging as their devices are getting low on battery, hey, no problem, charge anything you want here, 1 euro per hour to plug in to my electric….. shit eating but-I-have-no-money grins while they hold their i-devices… OK, here you go, here are the 100 mA chargers, should charge your i-device overnight… maybe…

2 full days and 3 nights here and they depart, the kids say “thank you for having us and thank you for not killing is in our sleep”, the adults laugh, I say “maybe those kids aren’t as fucking stupid and useless as I thought they were…” the adults laugh again, even more nervously, I suspect I have been crossed off the rota of christmas visits, permanent like.

In the meantime I have been told my car is shit, because everyone knows they are shit, because Jeremy fucking Clarkson says so, my computer is shit, because I won’t allow spongebob the movie anywhere near it, my games consoles is shit because it is a PC (socket 2011 plugged directly into a 7 series 48″ Samsung RGB LED/LCD TV) and not a PS4 pro, my Technics stereo separates hi-fi is shit because it doesn’t have a i-pod dock or bluetooth (but I turn it on and they are all oh my god that’s so loud and what is that weird (stereo image sound stage) sound… no, that’s not loud, that’s normal easy listening volume) I could go on and on, but you get the idea, if it isn’t in some current must have advert like Dr Dre Beats then it must be shit, because.

At one point I tire of it and explain carefully and gently that being 12 and knowing everything is not a sin, nobody will blame you for not having experience, but in 4 years time at the age of 16 a switch will click over, permanently, from one state to another, and you’ll be coming to people like me, looking for a job, and you won’t be getting one, and then your PS$ will stop working when the electric isn’t paid, you’ll go hungry, and things will go down fast from there.

I explain gently that the real world is like showing you a new video game, there are no tutorials, no explanations, no rules, you can build a great base and go out hunting and another player will come along and steal your shit and burn the rest, and there is no pause, no save, no reload, no restart, and when you die it’s game over.

They start crying, literally.

If the gentle explanation and a 4 year advance warning makes them cry, WTF…. the reality will suck donkey balls.

Still, I can see they have all diligently and avidly absorbed the lesson, an hour later they are asking if my shit computer (and shit obsolete old me) can do/create/design something for them, I say sure, 50 euros per hour, should only take a few of hours, shit eating but-I-have-no-money grins again, can we have the free / lite version like the wi-fi and chargers, well gee, thing is time is the other consumable, and you know all those times you were told to pick this shit up and put that shit away and get yourself washed and dressed but you didn’t, or you did it wayyyyy too slow and dejected and foot dragging? You remember all that? Good, because that used up all the time that I was trying to set aside for this very thing you are now asking for, and a couple of other things that your parental units asked me if I could do, so now here is my impression of a shit eating but-I-haz-no-time grin… shrugs.

Christmas, that time of year when wimminz look at real men and start having second thoughts about how much they would like that man to impregnate them and raise children with them.

As a society we are beyond fucked, it’s not s much that these “people” are incapable of learning, clearly they are, capable, that is.. but the fact is they will resist it until their dying breath, and then they will demand someone else come in and teach them and sort that shit out.

We will be busy trying to keep our own shit straight, and helping you is contra-indicated.

Even the remarkably biased and low-balled official figures state that of the 1.2 million rapefugees that arrived in German is 2014/15, which is before the mass influx started, only 34,000 found *any* kind of paid employment (this is about 1 in 40) yet to even mention this is raycis and will get you a visit from the nazi apostasy politzei because you know you simply can’t say anything raycis or nazi in Germany (or many other places) because you know, that would be like smoking crack in a gunpowder store.

So the 10 year old girl who stuck her tongue out at me when I explained the word need is spelled N E E D, and the word she should have used was want, spelled W A N T, and it is pretty appalling to not be able to speak your own native language at ten years old, well pwinthess, sucks to be you, at no point will you ever have anything to offer me that will allow you to cross my threshold, at 10 you are already unfuckable for life, good luck with the rapefugfees and other mouth breathing but-I-don’t-have-any-money locals with their shit eating grins.

I will not be fighting for you.


December 19, 2016

Control has always been the name of the game.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 7:37 pm

Freedom and Civilisation / Society are mutually exclusive concepts, it has ever been thus, and all the rules and mores of society exist for the same purpose, the purpose of control.

Back in the dark days when “the word” was contained in the bible, all it took were gatekeepers who could read the word in the language it was written, and everyone else who could not, the gatekeepers told you the book said thusly, who were you to argue.

Real problems only started if you dared to try an obtain a copy of the holy words and tried to learn the language yourself.

Nothing has changed in modern law, in many ways you’d be forgiven for thinking that paedophilia is the modern reading, forbidden to all the great unwashed, the exclusive staple of the elite, a bit like eating swan here in the UK.

Want to be inducted into the elite, well slice your ring finger and channel some thetans and fuck some underage kids, it’s all part of the ceremony donchaknow, and dare to fuck with us once in and you’ll be thrown back to the masses and their tender mercies.

Looking at world maps we can see how distorted the views are with everything in the northern hemisphere getting embiggened and everything in the southern gettings shrunk, but nobody says shit about it, and pretty much can be said for the electoral maps of any country in the western world, but in the inverse, and attitudes follow the same “logic” and nobody says shit about it.

All the accepted models that we use for the world are at best skewed, and at reality hopelessly compromised, and at worst fatally flawed, but after a while you start to realise that this is by design.

It’s all always about control, always has been, always will be, and control starts at the limbic level, controlling thought and language and models of the world.

Every year that passes I think that the John Crapenter (sic) film “They Live… (we sleep)” was ever more prophetic and accurate and documentary, save for the aliens being actual extra terrestrial aliens, as opposed to home grown parasitic aliens, and given enough acid I could go the whole nine yards and embrace the actual ET aliens too.. why not, it’s only a tiny glace cherry on top of a steaming mountain of shit.

Hell, monkey see, monkey do, back in the day when I started this blog and I was still in the ongoing throes of my psycho skank ho ex’s allegations and the secret family courts awarding themselves as many extra billable hours as possible, I kinda thought one day when this too comes to pass, I can out myself and get my 15 minutes of fame as the new David Icke cover band, and then I thought cui bono?

Not me, my benefits will only accrue if the face I present to the world and the allegiance I give to the state and the system and the laws of the land are entirely artificial, and the real me and life I lead is confined to the spaces behind my own locked doors.

I came to unpleasant conclusions, it didn’t really matter if the multifarious allegations of the psycho skank ho ex were entirely venomous and false, or entirely justified and true, I was where I was because of whom I allowed behind those locked doors, not what I did or did not to to/with/for them.

Might wanna check out a band called the Drive By Truckers and their lyrics, company I keep, used to be a cop, really, check the lyrics.

Takes me back to my first night in a prison cell, so I ask the guy what he is in here for, and he says “I got caught”, but that’s the trick, you can’t get caught if you keep it private behind locked doors, but you can’t keep it private behind locked doors *and* go out and stand up and be counted, or try to make change, or try to make a difference.

Done a few weird jobs in my life, and it was always the same, the crew were always of a certain type personality wise, guess it’s the same for the politickers and movers and shakers, it’s only really open to a certain type, which I guess is OK if all you do is resurface roads or work the slaughterhouse blues or haul freight at midnite, but not so cool if all you do is make decisions that get to affect everyone else with the force of law and the state on your side.

Douglas Adams wasn’t even close with his ship full of lawyers and telephone hygeinists, one ship was enough for everyone who *wasn’t* a cunt, send the rest on a decaying orbit into the nearest star.

I’m perhaps overly fond of quoting Sagan and his “we live in a society dependent upon science and technology..” thing, but the fact is we are getting ever closer to the place where we find out the hard way.

Clinton / DNC / MSM / Soros et al, and *all* the commentators *still* are no nearer to understanding what “went wrong”.

What went wrong is simple, we live in a society dependent upon science and technology, and they trusted what their science and technology was telling them, even though they themselves knew nothing of science and technology.

We now live in an era where anything, Police, Utilities, Medicine, Retail, Military, Logistics, anything at all, can be taken down permanently, just take out the computers, data and methods of data connection, and increasingly these are all the same thing.

When the systems say you’ve won, when the systems say you’re safe, when the systems say you lie, when the systems say fuck you, nobody knows how to fall back to the older methods to verify.

Sci Fi is full of dystopian stories about people starving to death in the real world while they escape to a fantasy existence in the virtual world, but it is sci fi written by and for people who do not understand science and technology, the virtual world isn’t some avatar in some cyber second life pokemon lara croft bullshit, the virtual world is what some computer says your bank balance is, what some computer says your criminal history is, what some computer says your approval rating is.

I used to work on the (internet) backbone, it is *exactly* like working in the back end of cash/bullion delivery, hidden secret secure compounds where the wealth of the world is stored, but that wealth is useless behind those walls, it has to be accessible to Joe Public on demand or it ceases to have any value whatsoever, so it needs some sort of plumbing and distribution network to enable that, and some security around that. but not so much security that it can’t be maintained, because it is always in a state of flux, one step away from collapse.

You really do *NOT* want to know how many major business connectivity level service providers have a default set of logins that work across the entire estate, and at that point you aren’t talking about the ability to take out *a* wal-mart or *a* macdonalds or *a* esso, you are talking about the ability to make *all* of them treat every other office in the empire as “untrusted” , sure, it can be fixed, provided nobody takes out a NOC or two, provided nobody poisons a root DNS server or two, provided nobody hacks some UPS firmware and bricks everything, provided the power grid stays up and the new segmented by customer class type distro model doesn’t get hacked so the data centres and cell towers aren’t the *first* to get browned out to dark.

Meanwhile Hitlary et al are talking about russian hackers, they are focused on the DATA being altered in ways they do not like, as opposed to altered in ways they do like, but they aren’t questioning the data availability at all.

Who the fuck is kaiser sose and who can say all the ten million names of god, when will computers cross the singularity and become self aware, invent a time machine and go back and find the twelve monkeys, or kill sarah connor… it’s all bullshit.

“yrgWGnXg” falling into the wrong hands isn’t even close, despite being out of the scene I still have all those logins and config scripts and lists of IP addresses and so on, I personally ain’t about to exit from behind my locked doors and use them, or share them with anyone else, but if you think they are secure, just because one of the thousands of people with access to them chooses the quiet life behind locked doors…. I got some direct access to Thomas Jefferson to sell ya.

*nobody* in the clinton camp or the trump camp or the DNC or the FBI or CIA or anywhere really has a clue about this shit, they all cease to exist if that hammer drops, and only a certain class of people can fix that shit, and they won’t be the ones who break it, and when it breaks you won’t be all powerful enough to throw enough cash at them to hire the best.

The Easter island “where are all the trees analogy” works, the last foresters sailed months ago on their own dugouts and rafts, everything else is baked in… they were the only ones smart enough to see the trees fall below sustainability.

Talked about “stall speed” here before, now we have public proof of a large part of the deep state and indeed the country falling below stall speed in their understanding of “a society based upon science and technology”.

December 13, 2016


Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:57 am

No real reason for the title other than to +1 the total of URL’s out there that might get indexed and thus push awareness of this little bit of fake news and russian propaganda.

One of the hilarities of operating a blog like this is the steady stream of guys who email me telling me that their psycho ex listed their abuse blog in documents sent by her lawyers, and the guy reads the papers and find the URL of this blog listed.

As “Pierre” said this week, the bitch is so crazy when I point out the wimminz blog guy talks about “his sons” regularly in his blog, but we have 2 daughters and no sons, and she says well duh, Pierre changed the sex of his kids in the blog to try to hide the fact that Pierre wrote wimminz blog…  not quite as good as “Pedro” three or four years ago, who pointed out to his psycho ho ex and her lawyers that wimminz could not be his blog, because the first articles are dated nearly a year before his own personal hell started, only to be told by the psycho ex that anything can be faked and he wasn’t fooling anyone.

My own personal psycho skank ho did mention it in our case and claim it was me, I just said “prove it” and it died a rather quick death.

“Prove it” is what Pierre and Pedro should have said, and so should you, if so accused.

Meanwhile in the divided states of america the hilarity and insanity continues, the clinton crime cartel (and obummer) apparently really  do believe they will hang by the neck if trump gets inaugurated, and I hear from those who may be in the know that trump is downplaying all the “jail her” shit simply because he hasn’t been inaugurated yet, and if he played it straight he would not be.

What with the anti russian hacker and propaganda laws and all the rest of the electoral college “bad faith” and so on, the place really has turned into a banana republic one step away from a police state.

“Land of the Free and Home of the Brave” it ain’t, when 100 million of them are fucking shitting themselves at the prospect of a Trump prezzidency.

My local butcher who sells meat he raises on his own farm here in dear old blighty is pro trump, simply because he is anti-establishment, it’s amazing how many “tradesmen” with actual real trades share his views, while the office workers of the world fear the swamp being drained.

I tell any cunt who will listen, go on you tube and search for “laser rust removal” and you’ll find videos 7 years old, now fire up google and try and buy or hire one near where you live, if you live in the UK you are shit out of luck, and this is the real reason our economy is in the shit and staying there, anyone who has one will eat you lunch, if you are competing with them.

Much of the problems with the economy here is the country is chock full of people who will in the evening turn to Amazon to buy product X, but during the day flatly refuse to see anything available on Amazon as competition to the product they make / sell, despite everyone in the buyers market for product X comparing them with Amazon… go figure.

Recently I got handed two rough wood shingles, basically really rough, saw cut, pieces of wood, look at them and your first instinct is to put them on the fire, but oh no, the 2015 SUV owning business proprietor wants them lasered to make some trophies, I shit you not… I won’t be expecting a repeat order in 2017, not because I was crap, but because he will almost certainly have folded within 12 months, and when he does, it will be because of the fucking brexiters or the fucking immigrants or the fucking chinese or something.

It really is not possible to say who or what the real donald is, but I have to admit, “I’m a smart man, I don’t need a daily intelligence briefing about 99 things that haven’t changed since yesterday” does strike the right note with me.

It’s like the current squeeze, who is turning into a long term squeeze for no other reason than a 100% achievement rate at putting me first, she went out today and made sure there were fresh sheets on the bed and a meal (x2) in the fridge and the place was tidy, because some other skank was coming over for a fuck, and despite giving her three clear opportunities over separate days where she could have raised an ever so minor expression of preference that I did not fuck the skank, she avoided any kind of negativity like the plague and called the skank a lucky skank for having me.

I *know* it’s hurting her, but she is dealing with that by telling herself better she suffer some hurt, than lose me and suffer a lot more hurt and also have no upsides to it.

Comes a point when you start to accept that that individual is not playing games or putting on an act, she is playing it straight and for real, and she is in it for learning lessons and growing as a person.

The donald may or may not reach that point where the electorate accepts that he is not playing games or putting on an act, if he does he won’t get there by taking 20 golfing vacations a year like obummer, he’ll do it by doing all the shitty jobs and working 100 hours a week.


The current squeeze only got to the interview stage because of how she treated her kids and her ex when she split, which was to walk out the family home leaving everything intact and unchanged, and still contribute towards the mortgage and bills.

NAWALT I hear us all cry, and AWALT in response, well, APALT, if All Politicians Are Like That everyone who voted was a complete asshole, the downside is you preclude the acceptance of the outlier, and outliers do exist.

The problem is identifying them, and wishes and horses getting in the way of sound and distant judgement, treating the donald as the great white hope is a recipe for pain.

Put the fucker on the spot and give him all hard choices and no rewards for a couple of years and see how he does.

The donald got to the interview stage by funding his own campaign pretty much and not falling into any of the obvious traps, he could be a devious operator, he could be the real deal, like the current squeeze, all you can do is call it the interview stage and maintain a dispassionate watching brief for a few years, and maybe after a couple of years you can make some interim working observations and character assessments that are worth more than a handful of shit.

Certainly I can also be dispassionate about myself, take a back seat and analyse things and say, you know what, one the one hand you can put me and my worth as a “catch”, and on the other hand you can put the current squeeze and all the shit I have put her through the past couple of years, all the stuff she has given up uncomplainingly to win this great prize, all the consistent effort she has made, and not a hint of a foot put wrong, not even when traps were laid, and be truthful and say that further testing under the current regime is pointless, we need to move on to the next (thinking metallurgy terms here) part of the tempering / proving / assaying process, otherwise all you will do is kill it.

Same goes for the electorate and the donald, assuming that he does prove to be a man of integrity and not just another fucking politician, if he can deliver a couple of years of hard shitty jobs done for fuck all rewards, it will be time to move on from suspicion and start doing some field testing and feedback analysis, lets see if this fucker will run a quarter mile in under a minute…

AWALT/NAWALT and APALT/NAPALT means schizm in the electorate, because by definition anyone who *is* the real deal will eventually call it quits if they are the only fucker manning the oars on the galley and everyone else is appointing themselves to management positions on deck.

Getting Carrier to keep the workforce and manufacturing in the USA isn’t enough, they also have to start making world class kit that beats anything else on quality, this isn’t optional, if they decide to be like GM then the knives come out and the donald and his billionaire friends just create a start up that does, and that eats carrier’s lunch, and the crap carrier management and shareholders are all kicked to the kerb, and the good carrier employees go work for the new startup.

Good faith, just like bad faith, is a two way street.

It’s no good offering redemption if you can’t deliver when someone comes along and earns it, if you can deliver then we are back to the old school, and something all men everywhere know instinctively, earned loyalty.

Everything I do know about trump is his existing employees are very loyal, and many of them have stories that no job is too mundane or menial for the donald to be able to converse with them intelligently about it.

He didn’t marry an amerikansky bitch, he married a foreigner, twice (and a yank once, but never a wookie or ewok..lol) so twice divorced and thrice married, gain he doesn’t fit the mold for politicking, which favours life long marriages of convenience like hollywood fags of old (Rock Hudson etc) simply for “respectability” sake, while being anything but, and both his two lasting marriages were to women who worked and I don’t mean in the nail salon (the current bitch works, and hard too, she is the only female doing an all male manual labour job)

But these and many other things (trump giving up his business interests for the duration) are glossed over, just as home here many gloss over what the current bitch does for a living and how she treated her ex and her family (exemplary is the word that comes to mind) and to do so and focus instead on other irrelevant bullshit is to *potentially* miss the point utterly.

Missing the point in the same manner as the clintons complaining about wikileaks while ignoring utterly the damning content of what was actually leaked.

You gotta know when to hold, when to fold, when to walk and when to run, the DNC / clintons didn’t, and still don’t.

Please do not be blindsided by thoughts that AfOR has been cunt struck and will start preaching NAWALT and the clock starts ticking until I get deservedly fucked over again, under certain circumstances AWALT can be a self defeating strategy for a man, if applied universally (my own mother in her 90’s is cut from an entirely different cloth than a modern women, yet she is a woman) simply for the sake of purity.

There are occasions where it is wise to invoke a third category, “under field test” because the purity of either of the extremes will inevitably lead you to an outcome you would rather avoid.

You just don’t get invested in the outcome, nor do you pre-judge it or bet on it, nor do you pre-judge it and bet against it. Nor should you artificially prolong or shorten the tests.

*IF* the donald turns out to be the real deal, 2018/9 will be a real fucking interesting years…. and 2017/8 will be the years to gather data in preparation.

Shit, or get off the pot.

The tree of liberty needs periodic freshening with blood, those whose blood should be used for that purpose always know well in advance who they are, and they try to spill everyone else’s instead.

Still, many a slip between now and January 20th, and if all goes as expected, then it’s watch and wait, and be prepared to move.

I’m giving him three months in office, mid / end April 2017, and then I’ll either double my investment in capital equipment in my business, or use the money to go off grid.

December 5, 2016

Modelling human behaviour and tastes.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 5:46 pm

It’s a fairly non-controversial statement that Google is a world leader is coding / amasssing human data sets / modelling what we do and think.

So, I have been doing a sort of half hearted very unscientific but nevertheless very real world and very significant test the past couple of years.

The test itself is very simple, it’s watching YouTube on the PC while another tab in the same browser is logged into google gmail.

Open a tab to https://www.youtube.com/ and there at the top right is my profile pic from the relevant gmail account, and of course participating in the “Recommended” section, watched it before, don’t like it, don’t show me anything else based on me watching xxxx, don’t show me anything from the channel xxxx.

You’d think after two years of this, they’d have it *NAILED* bruh..

Nope. At least a dozen times I’ve clicked do not show me anything from Jeremy Clarkson’s channel, yet there it is, a video about clarkson and may and nissan gt-r launch control, I don’t know how often I’ve clicked I have already seen this video for Japanese tsunami stuff, and there it is, the exact same video from yet another channel / uploader / mishmasher, I don’t know how often I have clicked I do not like this video for some lame ass fail video, and there they are, three fail videos, I don’t know how often I have clicked don’t show me any videos based on the Kenworth / Cat 3408 video I watched because I quite like cold starting diesels, and there they are, four videos on various yank semis from kenworth to peteys.. all with open pipes all on the jake…

There are other options that should be there, but aren’t, such as don’t show me any video that was uploaded more than a year ago, don’t show me any video that is just a bunch of still images and some music, don’t show me any video uploaded from india, but they aren’t.

So in the 24 recommended videos, there is ONE that I might possibly be persuaded to click on if I was bored, hand held tesla coil gun at 28k fps, like the cold start diesels, seen this stuff before, but as long as it is not an actual video I have seen before, good enough.





Google *have* the algorithms and programmers and CPU cycles and money and everything else, but they seem content to do some *very* slack recommendations based on a rolling average of the last dozen or so videos you watched.

Do a youtube search for a video on bending acrylic and watch one and learn all you wanted to know, and suddenly your recommends are full of five year old SD res videos about acrylic, and most of them are naff, and two of them are dupes uploaded by different users.

So they have the technology, that isn’t in doubt, but, they don’t use the technology, that isn’t in doubt either, so somewhere someone is taking a shortcut, why?

For my suppositions on this, I’m going to go back to the 90’s and my days making money out of building internet porn websites for others, back in the day when there was that small gap for custom CGI that allowed the website to query your bank and take a credit card payment for access.

The dirty little trick you learned by the time you were on your third website was this;

If you drew venn diagrams of the content of each website, 95% of it was overlapping, and 100% of it had any one video fitting several categories, anal, creampie, reverse cowgirl, deep throat, so when you searched by category or keyword you’d be forgiven for thinking that a site that had 5,000 clips actually had 50,000, and you probably would never be aware than 500 movies is more than enough to make 5,000 clips, and two guys processing one movie each per day (CPU power was more limited back then etc) between them could add 150 clips a week and by the time those were keyworded and added to the listings you could claim that depending on they keyword you just added 1,500 new “movies” every fucking week, what a draw to keep subscribing.

So basically the dirty little secret was making a limited quantity of content look like 10,000 channels of live TV with no re-runs, which is not a million miles away from what you get when satellite or cable TV promote themselves, for only 50 quid a month sky are doing a deal and included is almost 500 complete box sets, 490 of them are already on amazon prime of course, but that’s neither here nor there.

The other thing I am going to mention is silverjuke, which sits on my NAS box reading my 57,000+ mp3 files, and in the past few years I hardly add anything to that music library, but it is still a vast selection, assume and average of 4 minutes play time per track and you get 57,000 x 4 = 228,000 / 60 = 3800 / 24 =158.3 days of music before anything repeats, you’ll only hear each track twice a year, *if* you are awake and listening to it 24/365, but guests can still come by and use the search function and not just find tracks, but entire artists that are completely absent from my collection.

Now, if you think about this, the whole idea that all these sites are just a front and behind the scenes the content is *far* more limited than you would either credit or believe, makes perfect sense, because it it did *not* then content caching services like akamai and so on would be dead in the water.

I have amazon prime simply because I end up ahead on the deal on postage, as I won’t buy anything that isn’t shipped for free by prime, but I means I also get access to the *vast* prime video library, a library so vast that in the past year “I” (as a user) have watched a total of two films, both for guests, one was a film that I had no interest in, one was a kids film, and two “TV” programmes, episodes 1 and 2 of the grand tour, both of which were shit, episode 3 won’t be getting watched, and yet this “exclusive” and “original” and “new” content was worth months of promo, how come, how can a mere 12 hours of new programming annually deserve such hype, 50 years ago BBC TV alone used to produce 16 hours of new programming per day.

It all reminds me forcibly of the early days of cable, wow, there is a whole sci-fi channel with nothing but sci-fi, woweee, and PDQ you realise that if it isn’t a re-run of some sixties shite that you have already seen so often you can almost quote the few lines of the guys wearing red shirts, it was the most awful thing ever, it was made FOR fucking sy-fy channel, so bad it could not even dream of being straight-to-supermarket-bargain-bin-dvd…

We are told that the gaming industry is fucking vast, even bigger than the movie industry, well for all those fucking billions, you don’t want to know how few hours in the last month I spent playing games (Fallout 4 and Skyrim Remastered is it) or watching movies…. Next movies will be guardians of the galaxy 2, downloaded for free from usenet long before it ever hits these shores in the cinema, watched on the sofa with some chick who will be playing with my balls the entire time.

Despite the technology and predictions, which basically allow almost anyone to do things that a mere 20 years ago only millionaires on a mission could dream of, (see previous post about hipsters and bike mags) we have hit an all time low in human creativity.

Go ahead, call my bluff, go to youtube and do a search for videos on any specific subject you like, say “Honda CBX” or “Myford ML7 lathe” or “Technics SA-200L reciever” or “Austin Ruby”, before you know it you will have exhausted the entire content, and if you are smart and pick a thing that you personally know about (I’ve owned or used or worked on all of the above) you will further realise that all the content that there is, is total fucking bullshit.

I find this all hilariously ironic in the current atmosphere of “fake news” accusations, given that there basically isn’t any investigative journalism anywhere, yet there are all these news channels and websites and so on that require hourly updated content 24/7.


December 3, 2016

Hipster cunts

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:51 pm

On a motorcycle forum that I sometimes frequent, a thread came up recently about the demise of decent quality magazines, I posted a comment echoing this and said the same thing happened to computer and electronics mags, they all got bought up by big publishing houses ISO profit and adverts and the art of storytelling was killed off.

Cue people talking about the new breed of bike magazine, shit like GKM (greasy kustom) and DICE, so me being me I toddle off and see what I can find out.

Really, just the same fucking shit, I LIVED THROUGH THIS SHIT, and even did it for a while (hardtail chops with 1.1 US gallon peanut tanks with no reserve) until I woke the fuck up, and hand built bikes artfully painted to look like they have been in a barn under a tarp for 40 years until you found it yesterday, and not to mention the obligatory beards and fully body tats…

Back in the day “lifestyle” meant just that, that was how you lived your life, but it wasn’t some insulated make believe that only worked as long as there was free credit and chinese sweatshops kind of lifestyle, it was the raw and unforgiving one where “money” was cash and you got paid weekly and when you ran out you ran out so good luck trying to buy *anything*… unless you could borrow a 5 or a 10 from someone.

A guy building a bitsa rat bike out of the bits he had because those were the bits he had, is a fucking world away from some retro-hipster type trying to artfully create something in 2016 with a panhead bottom end and shovel heads and a BSA frame and no front brakes.

The whole “clean and lean” no front brake thing came about because of poverty and lack of engineering skill, brakes on motorcycles then were shoe, twin shoe if you were lucky, so it was cable operated, and most people couldn’t make cables (a surprising number of bike mechanic shops couldn’t make cables) or to be accurate could not make them so the cable did not pull out… so any non standard front end was potentially an issue, especially when you altered the rake and extended it, turned out things got really wobbly really quick (teles in those days were still fairly new, and fairly spindly) and combine that with grabby shoe brakes and experimenters soon discovered the only cheap solution was to make the unsprung weight at the front end as low as possible, so skinny wheel + skinny tyre + no brake shoes or hub + 40 spokes or less… suddenly a “style” was born, and now 45 fucking years later cunts are trying to copy the style where there is not one single valid reason to do so, it would be like trying to build an MP3 player that looked like an old horn 74 RPM player.

I could go through most of the things that became style factors, and invariably the reasons for them were mundane and technical or financial, NO FUCKING WAY we would have dismissed modern technologies if they were available or affordable.

Cutting a frame, usually a damaged or rusted frame, and welding on a hardtail was cheaper than any other option to get you back on the road, simple as.

In the early 80’s I sold a ducati to a patch biker who cut the ass end off and hardtailed it and claimed it handled better, but then again when your access to technology consists of a mate who can weld, a mate who can paint, and a hacksaw, and for whatever reasons you think it is gonna damage your street cred to be seen on a factory standard bike, that’s the shit you do.

He thought he was cool, I thought he was a cunt for doing that to a duke…

But CNC didn’t exist, the internet and fedexing a part you just bought online from the states didn’t exist, MiG didn’t exist (I dunno when it actually started but all you would ever actually find in a mechanic / garage was an old oxford oil bath AC stick welder and oxy-acetylene with some saffire brazing torches.) and for sure there were mills and lathes and surface grinders and all that around, but they were manually human operated by skilled men, chances are you weren’t one of them.

I always took great pains to make sure the brakes and steering on my bikes was as good as I could get it, so even if the rear end was a hardtail with a drum brake, the front end did not have too much rake and I’d have at least one disk brake up there, albeit a solid stainless rotor completely unlike modern brakes that you had to kiss with the pads to dry and warm it before using it, or you could just grab a handful and nothing would happen for a second and then it would lock up, but use it right and it vastly outperformed twin leading shoe BSA style and front wheels are 70% of your braking ability on a bike.

But my dad was an engineer and as a result I was for more mechanically minded and able than most, most couldn’t even do brake cables properly, so making up and bleeding a hydraulic front caliper and hoses was rocket science, literally, so the 4″ single shoe drum from a big dia skinny profile trail bike got used, and it wasn’t really used as a brake, and even if it was a decent cables were used it was impossible to lock up.

But no, today these cunts are looking at old photos and trying to re-create that shit, without ever having a clue that that shit was down to necessity, not choice, and that necessity more often than not was our ONLY mode of transport.

Back then people’s bikes were constantly evolving because bits were constantly either breaking or (literally) falling off… I shit you not, it had absolutely sweet fuck all to do with constantly customising towards some sort of goal or style.

Footpegs / gear selectors, brake levers, mudguards, chains, exhausts, silencers, fuel tanks, oil tanks, headlights, seats, engine mounting bolts, chain / primary cover bolts, I have had the lot fall off bikes while riding, welds boke, things rusted, things fatigued, nuts and fasteners worked loose, shit we used to make our own wire locking good end threaded bar for footpegs and drill through the nut are wire lock it, or hammer the end of the thread to mushroom it, and shit still fell off… and broke.

And yet, despite all the advances in technology, despite these new hipster retro bikes having (compared to us) a ton of money thrown at them, despite them (compared to us) doing fuck all miles and not being the sole means of transport, they still break down, but these cunts think it is funny or part of the charm.

Ain’t no humour or charm in your oil tank splitting the seams 50 miles from home on a sunday, when you need to get home, and ride it to work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday so you get paid and maybe fix it before the next thing breaks or falls off.

Ain’t no humour or charm in routinely getting wet and cold because you are wearing denim and patched leather and cotton, with maybe some dirty 40 weight lube oil smeared in for some water repellent ability, because you can’t afford Belstaff waterproof waxed cotton jackets and jeans and so on, because all your money goes on keeping the fucking bike running.

Now these cunts dress up the same, like these kids who pay good money for brand new jeans that look like they are worn out with cuts and holes everywhere.


So no, really, do NOT expect me to come over all “Hey Bro” fellow knight of the road when you come rolling down my way, or worse still when you look at me and my pretty clean, unless you really know what you are looking at can’t tell it isn’t exactly the way it came from the factory, fuck you I paid my dues, now I ride when I want to, when it’s warmer and drier and nicer, skinny old ass, and decide to look down your nose at me because you think you’re fucking hardcore on your retro hipster shovster with 60 miles range which is enough to get to half a dozen latte and tattoo parlours.

And if you think this rant is JUST about bikes and bikers you got another think comin’ at ya… that ain’t even scratching the surface bro.

Now git the fuck off my lawn.


And £30 fucking quid a year for six issues of your poxy hipster magazine so you can take more arty HDR photos of people like you and continue your fake lifestyle… go fuck yourself… that’s 28 litres of gas at todays prices, gas to take me out on roads where I’ll never see cunts like you… because there are no latte bars or artistic graffiti or hip clothing stores.

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