Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

January 19, 2018


Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 11:01 pm

Yeah, sing it Tom..

So today I was jawing with some local business people, and we end up talking about a specific individual, he is also loosely described as a local business guy, except, he’s winging it.

Now me, I’ve always been that guy, you know, 300 people drive down a road doing 50 in a 30, only one of them gets stopped and given a ticket, or whatever the scenario from the DOT inspection to the tax inspection, yeah, I’m that guy.

I’m as happy to be fly as the next guy, difference is, I know the only way I can be fly and walk is to do something minor that is undocumented, if there is a paper trail, I’ll get nailed.

Lots of other guys, fuck it, they’ll do 50 in the 30 and apparently get away with it scot free for years, then there is the odd one, he’s doing 60 in a 30, and he has a dead body in the trunk, and his car is running on smuggled uranium, the guy is fucking teflon.

It’s one thing I have seen more and more of in recent years as the economy tanks, people getting fly to get by, but even so, in every country in the planet, there is always the one agency that nobody fucks with, because they hold all the aces.

Here in the UK that agency is arguably HMRC, they are like tax men, but they are revenue men (or increasingly nowadays bitchy wimminz) and the difference is revenue men were the texas ranger and everyone else was the local hillbilly deputy dawg, and particularly down here in the south western part of the country with our history of smuggling french wines and brandies and all of the rest back in the days of highwaymen and so on, the revenue man was despised and feared at the same time.

Sure, if you are Amazon and have 500 corporate lawyers and accountants on the payroll you can fuck with HMRC and make profits and pay taxes on 5 bucks, with your turnover of 5 billion bucks, but for mere flesh and blood mortals… nope, not so much.

The police need a warrant to enter my house, HMRC can command the police to break my door down, they don’t need anyone else’s permission or signature… bailiffs and debt collectors can’t take your furniture or your clothes or you tools, HMRC can literally leave you standing in the clothes you are wearing, nothing else is off limits to them.

HMRC basically enforce being an unpaid tax collector on everyone running anything bigger than a small one man business, they force you to issue tax charges and keep the money for them and to keep paperwork to keep it all straight and by fuck it better be straight, and you can’t opt out, but you can opt in.

Being late filing these returns is one thing, you’ll get fined, being crap and making mistakes is another, you’ll get fined and penalties, doing anything that smacks of fraud or avoidance is still another thing, you can get up to 7 years jail time *and* up to unlimited fines and asset seizures.

I can also tell you from personal experience that you can make genuine innocent mistakes, doing what you think is the correct, legal, compliant thing, and you can still be wrong… “who fucking knew” well, the revenue man knew that law, or point of law, so fuck you.

So, back to the story and the individual we are all discussing, yup, he is being fly as fuck, and we were trying to work out how he could be that fly and still be legal, pulling out all the wrinkles, and we couldn’t figure out a way to do it that was revenue man proof.

He’s breaking the law, fucking has to be, and as far as we can work out, he hasn’t even thought about it, so it isn’t deliberate so much as ignorant (and we all know how far ignorance of the law will get you) and the only reason he has got away with it is everyone assumes he is legal and paying his pound of flesh, and he and his old man have been around for decades, so they are well known.

I’m reminded of a true story that I knew first hand from 40 years ago, another local businessman, well known, and his wife who had a small hobby business shop selling silk lingerie, and she drove a new racing green daimler double six, except she had never passed a driving test, so she never had legal insurance, and yes this was back in the day before computers came to law enforcement, well, there was the odd mainframe, but everything else and queries to it were done by paper and hand.. so everyone knew her, all the cops saw her, but they just assumed, nobody had actually pulled up a file with her name and looked at all the details and looked for anything out of kilter.

Thing is, for various reasons, *I* knew this guy was fly as fuck, but nobody else did, (they just call him a cunt) but, thing is, *I* didn’t know that they didn’t know, because they have had business dealings with him for far longer than I have, so I sort of let the cat out of the bag…

Let me be clear, I still don’t wish him harm at the hands of the revenue man, there is no way I would (deliberately) shop him, there is certainly no benefit to me, and arguably some possible future cost, but the story itself is all true, and it highlights an interesting point as society and the economy decays.

THERE A LOT OF FLY FUCKERS OUT THERE, always have been, but as teh state spirals down the drain, what do you think is going to happen, is it;

1/ going to get even more lax and incompetent so even more people can be as fly as fuck and walk away

2/ going to get all IBM / stasi / database on everyone and screen every cunt and squeeze every last drop of blood from anyone it can.

My money is on #2, which is why as I type this I have ONE unresolved matter “alles in order” papers wise, over the past ten years I have had a number (of which I will never speak of not even privately) of errors corrected so that my papers are good and cleanish, and the one remaining one should be resolved on way or another within the next three months, and either way it shouldn’t be too bad, depending on the angle you hold your head I *may* or may not owe the state a couple of thousand in taxes, and that shit hurts but it ain’t jail time because nobody can convince a judge it is pre-meditated tax fraud, hold your hands up, say sorry, ask for time to pay…. it’s not like I have any assets in my own name to be seized, better to let the cunt work it off… it’s only peanuts anyway.

But, here in the UK, for the revenue men in the shape of HMRC the registration threshold is 85k per annum, /365 that’s 232 quid a day, and remember, this is TURNOVER, not profits, if you’re in a game that has a 10% profit margin that means you are only making 20 quid GROSS profit a day, you’re talking a subsistence wage from a small fruit and veg stall here.

Getting your revenue man tax wrong (as in mistake wrong, not as in fraud wrong) or filing it late isn’t too bad, sure you get penalties and you can be fined a 100% surcharge on the tax you owe, but these are all ways for the revenue man to bleed you even more, so it’s good.

But, not being registered at all, or being registered as John Smith and having all the cheques paid to Trapper Smith, your loyal labrador cross who happens to have a bank account in his name, that’s fucking fraud my man, that’s not being fly, the revenue man doesn’t care if you are putting whores or methadone on the streets, as long as he gets his tax cut, he don’t care, but if you are selling fruit and veg and he ain’t getting his cut, then you my son are right up there with lil Kim and Putin.

Being fly is eating the “wasted” fruit and veg that don’t get sold, or it will be until you need to prove it got wasted by showing the itemised receipt from the landfill centre showing 10 lbs of potatoes and 37 brussel sprouts and 24 oz of carrots all went into the biodigester.

I’m reminded about the joke, guy works maintenance up the motor factory for 25 years, every single day for 25 years the gate guard stops him, makes him lift his coat off the wheelbarrow, makes him go through coat pockets, makes him open his lunch box, never finds anything, so after he does his 25 years and retires the gate guard asks him, never caught you with anything, but most everyone up there is a crook, and my spidey sense tells me you were dirty too, I just couldn’t catch you doing anything, what was it?

course, he was stealing wheelbarrows.

Nowadays it’s real hard to be fly, almost everything you do leaves electronic tracks, for example there is a mathematical thing, I can’t remember it, it’s a rule or law of some sort with a name, and it deals with the statistical probability of a bill of sale starting with the number 1, if you just create them by hand at random you’ll end up with the “wrong” distribution of numbers on your receipts, and yes the revenue men use this trick, amongst many many others including checking those electronic records, yours and everyone else’s, and looking for discrepancies.

So you can’t be fly by hiding shit, you can only be fly by hiding shit in plain sight.

Company cars are a bitch if you own the company, unless it is brand new and on lease, you’ll still get taxed as thought it is a new car on a company lease.

but, you can charge mileage on a private car, just record your business mileage and charge it to the company at 45 pence per mile, 10,000 miles per year at 45 pence per mile is 450,000 pennies or 4,500 quid, and that’s tax free dude… and a 500 quid diesel car that does 50 to the gallon and 5.70 a gallon costs you 11.4 pence per mile to run in fuel, sure, there is a tiny bit extra for depreciation, and insurance and so on, but, 30p per mile profit, if you’re driving at 50 and making 30p per mile tax free that’s 15 quid an hour…. you can make a fucking living driving the car up and down past the fruit and veg stand.

Hey revenue man, I don’t make the rules, I don’t even understand them, I’m a welder, this is shit my accountant told me to do.

Google location history will prove you did the miles, hell, it will even prove the route you took and average speed, you just have to make sure that somewhere along the last few miles at the other end of the journey you pass someone that may want a quote for welding, or may have some rods to sell, or that may want to talk to you about promotion, or may want to talk to you about training, or something…

There’s fly, and there is fly as fuck, and there is too fucking fly for your own fucking good.

Libido by request

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:53 pm

As it says in the subject, per reader request.

I’m not an expert in anything medical or sexual, lots of people are, lots of people who aren’t claim to be, lots of people write books and pamphlets, lots of people quote them as gospel.

For all I know I could be entirely unique in the annals of human biology and psychology, but simple logic and a lifetime of observation would suggest otherwise.

So, sex…

For me actually engaging in some physical sex act required two things, one was a physical feeling down in the nether regions, the other was a mental state of mind, god that’s hot. Importantly, both had to be present, and the mental state lead the physical state, not the other way around.

For both there was a clear difference between fantasy and reality, a picture of a girl might be really hot wank material, meet her in the flesh five minutes later and it ain’t hot no more and little pete is limp and bored.

There are obviously hormonal and biochemical things going on too, and I’m not an expert biologist or biochemist either, this is more Socratic, all I have to go on is what I can sense myself with my own body and mind.

The stands at attention all by itself boner was always the product of the mind, yeah, I have heard all the apocryphal stories of random embarrassing hardons in younger years, except they weren’t random, I was there, there was a trigger, it may have been insanely trivial, but it was there.

Things that would have made a totally inexperienced pubescent virgin me hard enough to hammer a nail in with, are things that a more experienced me wouldn’t even notice as sexual or sexy, there is a very great deal of “been there, done that, got the tee shirt” involved, and doing something for the 1,000th time just ain’t the same as the first ten times, and again if you are going to extrapolate from that to manufacture some idea that the only things that make me hard now are things I ain’t done like raping little girls, well, the problem is in your head, not mine.

To be sure, my tastes over time have gotten more “kinky”, but it is a question of degrees, rather than branching out into new fields of sexual behaviour, so the whole thing about I’m so bored fucking women that now I have to fuck twinks to get my rocks off is bollocks.

There is also the true element that throughout my life I have found in general that any given woman at 16 was a lot more sexually attractive than the same woman at 30 or 40 or more, and of course as you age, unless you are stinking rich, the fact is less and less young women find you sexually attractive, it’s an inevitable consequence of getting older.

There is also possibly an element that each of us is born with a certain lifetime budget of sexual excitement, the more you use it up, the sooner the well runs dry, which raises other interesting philosophical questions such as is it better to use it up or to keep it full, but that is outside the scope of this post for now.

Certainly knocking on the door of 60 I can see, both on screen and in real life, lots of female flesh that I know in my head I should find sexually attractive, to the point where I can deliberately look at it and deliberately seek within myself that spark of desire, and find maybe an echo, but nothing of substance.

I can sit here and tell you that it is over a calendar year since I had my cock in some cunt, and I can sit here and tell you that this is not the first time in my life this has happened, it has happened before in much younger years, the difference is that nowadays it doesn’t really bother me, to the extent that the problem is not lack of available and willing cunt to participate, and the opportunity to do so, whereas in younger years that was a viable excuse / reason.

Hell I have got beer sat in the cupboard that has been sat there for a year, and I haven’t had a drop, again I could not have said that in younger years, and I could say the same thing for many other things and lifestyle actions, and I think it would be disingenuous to separate sex out from all the other things like beer and treat it as a special case, far more likely that there are common threads running through it, like ennui..

I do not feel that medical / chemical / stimulus “remedies” are the issue here either, because none of them address the mental lack of “phwoooar, gimme summadat” which isn’t to say that behind it all there is not some basic biochemical reason.

Note I say reason, not lack or fault, it could be that testosterone or something else is low compared to when I was 16, but it could be that the chemical in question is only produced when the brain sees something sexually exciting, and as said above, if you used up your lifetime supply of new and exciting, that doesn’t mean the mechanism is broken, just the trigger ain’t there.

“MEN THINK WITH THEIR PENIS” is the common refrain, but it isn’t true, it never has been, but if you believe that you are just an organism driven by uncontrollable and mysterious internal urges, then maybe you can think that you are indeed a potential homo or rapist or child molester, god knows I have had enough opportunities in my life to empty my balls into some comatose slut whacked out of her brains on acid or mogadon or booze or all three or something else entirely, just like I have had enough opportunities to steal cars or steal cash from work or to set fires or to do a million other things.

I do not deny that the pursuit of sex has made me make many very bad choices, and that I have had to live with the consequences, but I could say the exact same thing about a guy I know who is fascinated with rotary engined mazda cars, and I could say the exact same thing about the coffee next to me or the cigarette dangling from my lips, sure, they INFLUENCE me behaviourally, but they do not make me into something that I otherwise would not be.

For the purposes of research, yes, I can hear you laughing already, but I am being serious, see the comment about about not having dipped my wick for a year, recently I did purchase some pills, and while they did make ***A*** difference that was clinically observable, notably what they did not alter one iota was the sort of ennui malaise lack of general interest in sex, so back to the original point I was making that sex was always a two pronged thing, both mental and physical, just treating the physical doesn’t actually “fix” the issue and make me run around with a hard on all day impaling young women on my meat bayonet.

Perhaps it is the wrong kind of pill, perhaps it should be a cocktail of things that would create a biochemical system inside me that was more closely resembling the state you would have found me in 40 years ago, but again, that is just conjecture, we do not know that there are any differences, shit DOES get boring when you get exposed to enough of it.

But, just for argument’s sake, lets say that there was such a pill, and not only did it replicate the biochemistry of a 16 year old, it would also wipe out the ennui and make everything new and fresh for a couple of hours, so I really would get hard enough to hammer nails at the sight of a nipple.

Would I take it?

That’s a big question, and to be honest, I do not know the answer, I might do it once for a laugh and in the spirit of scientific curiosity, but would I really want to go back to what I was back then? I’m not so fucking sure, as in I find the prospect unappealing and not very fucking likely.

And this whole discussion gets transformed by one simple observation, there are now whole crowds of young men, and they are young so all the young biochemistry is still there and still fervently bubbling away, and they have little or no sexual interaction with women, so there is none of the ennui been there done that got the tee shirt bored with that shit limp dick crap, and yet they still have no interest in sex.

Now it gets really interesting, because we can ask questions that cannot be answered practically, questions about unknown biological triggers not being tripped across whole populations, and question about why this is so, pthalates, or estrogen contraceptive pills, or toxic feminism, or processed food, or lack of body lice or other fauna, or who knows what.

Practically in my case because I have lived a full and varied sexual life, I do not feel that I missed out on anything, the only things that I have not done are things that I could have done at any time, like fucking kids or raping wimminz or sucking twink cock and taking it up the shitter, I never felt the urge, so it can go/stay on the shelf with a bunch of other shit that never interested me (though I have been accused of much of it) like mainlining heroin or being a heavy drug dealer or being a merc or driving a trabant around the world, what’s that, I’ll never be allowed to watch an episode of Friends as long as I live, boo hoo…. how can I possibly console myself.. my life is now utterly meaningless so I will kill myself.

So anyway, to the best of my knowledge, sex is like anything else, if you try to split a human being into parts instead of treating them as a whole entity, you start to get a very different and misleading picture, and sex for me was always a thing where the mental “phwooargh” had to be present to trigger the physical erection reaction to enable me to have sex.

Shades of circumstances where I had been without for a while, meet some skank, empty my balls, and…. NOTHING… not even the slightest hint or a desire to go again or stay around for more.. until a week later, rinse and repeat.

To the best of my knowledge a full and busy and active mind ( I do not necessarily mean full of great and interesting ideas, full of shit and crap and stress does the same thing) is a real barrier to the mental phwooargh.

To the best of my knowledge brewers droop was the inverse, the beer didn’t make your cock limp, the beer made it harder to keep your mind in porno mode.

To the best of my knowledge lots and lots and lots of experience of your mind in porno mode makes it harder for your mind to get into porno mode (ennui)

To the best of my knowledge enforced abstinence can make you mind turn to ever more perverted and kinky shit (caged monkeys will start shoving shit up their own assholes) but every time you met some female flesh afterwards that shit vanished to be replaced with standard porno mode.

To the best of my knowledge there is indeed an added “hot porno” bonus for anything female and young and hot, eg ready to breed, but, it is just an incremental added bonus, by itself it ain’t much.

To the best of my knowledge there is indeed a subtracted “yuck” penalty associated with every single skank ho and entitled freak and fat cunt you ever came across, nothing makes wimminz as unattractive sexually as meeting wimminz and putting up with their shit.

To the best of my knowledge there is no pill or treatment or medication or “cure”, a worn out lead acid battery is a worn out lead acid battery.

Theoretically meeting a hot young fresh unspoiled genuinely lovely personality young woman is the only viagra that exists, otherwise, if your dick will not rise to the occasion, maybe it is not a PROBLEM, any more than the voltmeter applied to the dead lead acid battery, it is just reacting to what it sees, you do not start tinkering with the voltmeter until it shows 14.4 volts, though that IS how much of society works nowadays.

Perhaps most accurate of all is to compare it to a dead friend or a missing tooth, you can trivially make yourself aware of the loss, and perhaps for others who have never had such a thing, they can trivially make themselves aware of not having something that they feel they should have to be more complete or more whole or more human.

Speaking entirely personally, while all the above is true, and it always took both a mental and then a physical thing, the precursor was the sense of magic associated with various parts of the female anatomy.

That has long since gone, you cannot erect a shrine in the middle of an open cess pool and dumping ground, it has gone so far beyond looking at a cunt and wondering how many cocks have dumped a load in there, and how many of those cocks were not even human, I can look at one that I know is still relatively young and relatively fresh and relatively clean and relatively unused, and you just know it is going to get all of that, only a matter of time, so how can it possibly inspire a sense of magic in me.

Perhaps there is *some* attraction to the idea that I can tag it with my graffiti before it gets turned into a toilet wall, but it’s still only ever going to amount to being a toilet wall, so there is no achievement to it, being there early is nothing to be proud of, sure, it’s marginally better than being there late, but being there late is one of the few things less worthy than being there early, you’re already raking around the bottom of the garbage pile…

It’s worth mentioning that NONE of this will protect me from from crazed wimminz and niggers who insist that all men are evil rapists and child molesters, but there *was* a certain element of having to deal with that mentality when trying to get laid, whereas when you no longer have any apparent interest in trying to get laid, you can remove yourself one step further from that sphere.

Does this mean that something is broken, that something is worn out, that something is past its sell by date?

I do not know, more importantly for me, I do not care, if for some reason I cared, or was persuaded to believe it was important, things might be different, but they aren’t, not for me.

Perhaps also tellingly, despite my own personal lack of interest in sex, I can quite happily have a wank two or three times a week, and I would quite happily kick anything to the kerb if I was presented with the old saw about “well, you ain’t interested, but I am, so I’m gonna get me some and it shouldn’t matter to you” because that is like saying just cos you don’t want to mainline smack or steal cars, no reason for me to give it up.

I think in part it was fucking wimminz who were in all likelihood both in a relationshit with some bloke and using that very “argument” to justify what they were doing that contributed to my own waning desire… me being past my own sell by date to get the hot young ones who were not yet hooked up.

Bottom line, I don’t see it as a huge problem for me, intellectually what I miss is what ain’t available any more, maybe it never was, maybe it was all just an illusion, physically and mentally, meh, not a problem… but then I do have a fairly full and busy life and a pretty active mind, there isn’t a great deal of time for porno brain, and porno brain is now very susceptible to catcalling from the memory crowd.

For the two readers who requested this, I don’t know, it depends on what is in your head, but I would strongly resist any notion that there is something “wrong” with you, and generally I am suspicious of anything that involves a profit motive, to go back to the raping and killing and car stealing, you can always do it next week, if you really need to, but if you do it now, it will change the rest of your life forever, so ask yourself this, is it really something that you need to “deal” with RIGHT NOW, or is is something that you can let take its own course and perhaps observe with a certain level of detachment?

Unusually for me I would actively invite comment on this.

January 18, 2018

Dreaming of electric sheep-shaggers

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:32 pm

The subject doesn’t matter, it could be sex, it could be money, it could be a car, the amount of push-back you will get will vary, but there is basically the same mental process at work.

How dare you want to sexually abuse wimminz, how dare you want to rip me off on a deal, how dare you sell me this car for this price, it’s all yadda yadda yadda, there is no real thought or intellect at work.

It can be your daughter or your pension plan or your car, I’m sat here trying to explain to you how your daughter just doesn’t have the ability to seduce me and avail herself of my knowledge and wealth, how your pension plan is no interest to me and I have no interest in participating, and how your car has issues, you’re telling me you’ll kill me if I so much as touch any one of them, because it’s always me that is going to be in the wrong… and ….




… the problem is your daughter couldn’t seduce me, your pension doesn’t interest me, and your car has issues, the problem is NOT MY OPINION on those things.

If the truth is your car is something that I would never steal, because if I did, I would be worse off, and you would be better off, so the problem there is NOT ME, you can’t “cure” the problem by fitting an alarm that keeps me away.

The problem is your car is an underwater over valued piece of shit, fitting an alarm and sleeping soundly at night in the knowledge that now you can sleep safely and your car will be safe from me isn’t even putting lipstick on a pig, it isn’t even putting lipstick on a pig’s ass, it is possibly putting lipstick on pig shit, but only if the lipstick itself is green and tastes of a donkey’s ass.

If I say in passing that your daughter looks like a slut and has an apparent IQ somewhere around a Disney cartoon character, that doesn’t mean demonizing me is going to turn her into an elegant and educated and cultured young lady, she’ll still be a slut with a room temperature IQ, and her life is going to be filled with things that migrate towards young sluts with room temperature IQ’s, and I still play no part in the picture.

If I comment that 150 years ago you’d have paid someone to marry your 12 year old daughter and someone to take on your 12 year old son as an apprentice, but today, even were that possible, your son and daughter would fail to make the grade and you’d fail to find anyone decent to take them on, that doesn’t mean that I am advocating a move to Turkey and a reduction in the age of sexual consent to 9.

What I am saying is that for all our supposed advances in technology and civilization and society and so on in the last 150 years, your kids are a much poorer quality product than they were 150 years ago on average.

If all you hear in your head is thank god for that improvement, my kids are now safe from sick paedos like you, then you missed the point utterly.

My grandfather ran away to sea at 14, he lied about his age, and at the tender age of 15 he was in the battle of jutland as a combatant, 8,500 on both sides died, over 1,100 wounded, 4 battleships, 7 cruisers, 8 destroyers and 5 torpedo boats were lost, 25 ships of one kind or another in total lost, about 10% of all the ships involved on both sides.

Sure, you can sit there and say all you like about that and kids working in mills and on farms and in factories and all the rest of the shit, and how awful those days were, and how much better and more civilized we are today, but you are utterly missing the point.

My grandad wasn’t *that* fucking unusual, he may not have been “average” but he certainly was not “special”, and the point is look around today, how many 14 year old boys in the entire united kingdom have what it takes to do what my grandad did?

The answer is a big fat fucking zero.

Correlation is not causation, so I am not going to try to attempt to draw a line between us becoming “civilized” and us becoming a nation of worthless wimps, what I am going to do is remark upon a thing.

That thing is that while we may well have rid ourselves of many things that we now consider primitive or corrupt or perverted or evil, we have also rid ourselves of people like my grandad, and while he may have served in both world wars at sea, most of his life was lived in peacetime, and the same sort of spirit that enabled him, and remember, he was not “special” or particularly unusual, to go through that, also served him in peacetime as a member of society.

Whether he was working on the railways or in quarries or on farms, he was still the same person who had what it took to run away to sea at 14, so that same character was present in the bulk of his life as a civilian and member of society.

He wouldn’t have stolen your bloody car or messed with your pension or married your teen daughter either.

It’s not US that your daughter and your pension and your car need protecting from, it’s YOU (or in the case of your daughter or son, THEMSELVES) because we are all architects of our own lives and fitness to live them.

Today’s 14 year old’s start crying and throwing a fit when XBox live plays up, here in the local man bites dog rag there is the tale of several unfortunate parents of various 14 year old kids taken to court and fined because little Johnny was absent for a week, and if they are girls their faces go in the paper and there is a manhunt in case they come to some sort of “harm” which usually involves doing what they will be doing in a year or two anyway, sucking cock and getting wrecked…  I know of a couple of parents who tell me how “good” their 14 year old kid is, because they earn 5 quid an hour mowing granny and grandad’s lawn once a week.

Someone else’s 14 year old daughter gets great praise because she can make a cup of coffee and can cook cup cakes and make toast, all by herself, it’s fucking amazing innit… the little sluts can’t tidy their rooms or mend their own clothes or add up a column of figures reliably, but this is the 21st century innit, and they can all open an app on their smartphone, and what else do they really need to be a success in life?

But always, always, always, we will come back to that huge gulf in comprehension, you’re driving a built to fail piece of shit that relies on software more than any Apollo mission, you’re underwater on the personal lease crap thing you did to finance it, I’d do you a HUGE favour by stealing it and burning it, and myself a huge disservice by getting involved in your shit finances and purchases that has nothing to do with me, and all you can hear is me saying “your car is so crap I wouldn’t even steal it” and taking that as a sign that I am a potential car thief, depriving hard working folks like you of your assets and hard earned and method of transport so you can get to work etc etc and take the kids to slut / xbox lessons.

You know, a thousand buck sorted reliable mid nineties toyota would do you as a vehicle…

Get away from my daughters / pension / cars you sick fucking pervert….

On occasions, I have tried, over time, to bridge this communication gap, and I can only explain it by saying imagine two powerful rare earth magnets, the closer you bring them together, the harder it gets to hold them, and the greater the risk of one flipping and taking your finger off.

The one time I thought I was getting quite close to explaining the “your daughter could not seduce me” I went from being a predatory paedo  (OK, I exaggerate for effect slightly)  to a fucking homo.

Which brings us all nicely to a story in today’s daily fail…  and this trout faced freak

apparently this bimbo freak creature feels “bullied” when her “offer” of a blog post in exchange for a free stay at a hotel was met with a “fuck off” from the hotel proprietor and blogger

I personally am in awe at how polite and restrained the guy was, yes, I know, he is in business so he has to moderate his behavior, because, PR, and all that, but even so, his restraint a “GIVE ME FREE SHIT” and “I’M DOING YOU A FUCKING FAVOUR LETTING YOU GIVE ME FREE SHIT” and “I DESERVE FREE SHIT” is nothing short of fucking awesome.

To put this in perspective, you know were we started, with me asking why you have a 16 plate ford on personal lease when you could have a 20 year old toyota that does the same job, and you call me a fucking paedo car thief?

Well, this here vlogger wot got her lips (both sets prolly) stuck in the vacuum cleaner pipe for 90 minutes is a case in point….

The hotel in question will face real security issues from guests using fake/cloned/stolen cards to pay, guests breaking shit, guests stealing shit, guests sneaking out without paying, kinda what the guy is saying, everything in the hotel including staff needs to be paid, and here this skank trout bitch is whining because NOT GEETING FREE SHIT is…. wait for it…. BULLYING!.


Yes folks, some completely random bloke who has never even seen this trout before declines an invitation to open his wallet, in exchange for absolutely fuck all, not even some trout lips and tongue working on his bunghole for an hour or three, and HE is the fucking bully, HE is the one with the fucking problem, HE is the one in the wrong.

You couldn’t make it up

anyway, if you ever find yourself in Dublin, it’s a fairly safe bet that the White Moose Café and Charleville Lodge Hotel is a “safe space” from liberals / SJWs / skanks etc

January 13, 2018


Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:29 pm

I do not want to come across as giving the impression that I am up my ass, a self made man to be in awe of, or any of that crap… I do OK, but beyond that it kinda depends what ruler you use to measure me with, and there are a lot that you could use that I would come up short on.

To be fair to myself I don’t care about those rulers, and the ones that I do care about, I come up Ok on, for example I am in the distinct minority when I say that one of my most important rulers is being 100% debt free, no loans, no mortgages, no car leases, no hire purchase, no store cards, I 100% own 100% of my shit, so it doesn’t matter to me that my shit is a 15 year old car and not a 1 year old car, those are my rulers.

There is a lot of traction to the idea that to be successful, you have to be constantly poised to strike like a cobra, and when you are not striking like a cobra (and never missing) you have to be as industrious as a termite colony, and I get that, but experience tells me otherwise, experience tells me that there is a huge value to simple indolence.

The termite / cobra crew will call me lazy, or words to that effect, after all, I have been in and around IT pretty much as long as it is possible to be in and around it, yet where is all my crypto?

I DID hear about bitcoin when it came out, and in those days I did have enough processor cycles in three PC’s that ran 24/7 to have crafted a decent sized stash at no real effort and no real cost, but… I didn’t….

Nor did I find an entire class of kindergarten girls and start raising / grooming them, in the hope that one day 20 or so years later one of them will have matured into something that I would consider a suitable candidate for wife 1.0

Nor did I do many other things, and the reason throughout was indolence, I see the value of sitting here and chilling and thinking and relaxing and doing my own thing, to expend more energy than that, I need to see immediate or longer term but attainable gains.

If you’re seeing parallels to pre historic human behaviors, the hunter who was content to sit and watch and wait, since the fish farm means he ain’t hungry right now, you’d be right.

In my day job pretty much all the “must move now” circumstances that surround me are created by others, and when I say created I mean created, they do not need to exist, when it takes pen pushers three months to come up with a document / contract, all idea of urgency go out the window for me, and in fact any pressure to sign it is seen by me as artificial urgency, so I’m going to take my time and read it over about an extra six times, just to be sure… I do not know how often in my life I have been presented with literal “you must sign it now or lose the opportunity deals”.. I have never signed any of them, and yet, here I am still. Not signing them didn’t fuck me up.

I was thirty before I got married for the first (and only) time, more indolence, and though I say so myself, though it ended two years later, I can’t honestly say it was a huge source of regret, I can’t say it was great either, but it doesn’t count as one of the bigger mistakes of my life, whereas the psycho skank ho ex does, and even there, indolence saved me from making it far far worse that it could have been.

If I look back at what 75% of young lads were doing chasing ass in the late seventies, 100% of that 75% would today be firmly within the definition of sexual abusers, fact is so would the 75% of girls they associated with, were the law applied equally, but there we go..

… so there was a significant period of a decade or so where the “late starters” like me got to watch the 75% who went out and got girlfriends and moved in and got married and got a mortgage and got pregnant and all that stuff…

Whether it actually was or not, you could make the argument that we were the ones walking down the street like tramps looking in through the plate glass windows at all the happy homes and happy shopping stores and all the other good stuff that we were not a part of, it didn’t FEEL like that, I may not have wanted the street, but I didn’t want what I saw through those windows either, I wanted something else…

And then a funny thing happens, “why the hell aren’t you married? are you a fag?” starts to turn in to “you know, I envy you, don’t get married..” because the indolence in not being part of the 75% meant freedom to do other things… sure, Julie may not be much, but I can fuck her, and I can break up with her and fuck Jane, who also ain’t much, but YOU can’t, your ever loving wife would fucking kill you, and suddenly all the raucous enervated invigorated early adopter 75% are sat there making up reasons to put up with shit “because it would upset her indoors, and she will make my life hell”

The 5% who made the 75% look indolent were on their third marriage by this time… nuff said…

Being indolent also means you get a LOT, and I mean a LOT, of moments in your life where you think to yourself, thank fuck I wasn’t all eager beaver to dive into that shit show when the bright and shiny opportunity first showed itself…

It is basically giving yourself time, I can’t and won’t go into details, but the way of things in the western world and civilization and business nowadays is you really do not want all your eggs in one basket, you need a Plan B, because you cannot trust everyone else including the state to play fair and honestly and above board with Plan A, so because I am indolent I let some things sit for a while, no benefit to me to commit myself on paper too early, because once you do that there is no backing out, and today in the post Plan B that I started a few weeks ago landed, and suddenly I am no longer in the same place that I would be had I only Plan A to hand…

I learned this one many years ago, I’ll change all the names, but we’ll call the guy Mitch, and Mitch had a business that we will call Cagliari Car Hire on the island of Sardinia, and like with all things, after a few years of trading Mitch would tell anyone who would listen, if I could go back in time, I would not do everything the same, I’d make some changes… no big deal… so Mitch finds himself in a place where the local parasites, namely government and tax officials and lawyers and accountants, have the upper hand and can bleed him dry and treat him like dirt, sure Mitch, you need X and X is going to take 12 weeks to do and it will cost you a thousand bucks, what you gonna do, walk away from your business? lol.

So without telling anyone, Mitch starts another company, Sardinia Car Hire, so if he wanted to he could sell all the assets and vehicles that Cagliari Car Hire owns to Sardinia Car Hire for one dollar, sure, he has some rebranding to do, but everything else is in place to go, his customers aren’t going to give a fuck… same vehicles, same terms, same prices, same guy they are dealing with…

Suddenly in his meetings with the parasites, Mitch is not the guy with no power, truth has a certain ring to it, and Mitch can say “tell you what, you get this contract and paperwork all done by Friday, or I’ll fold the company 6pm Friday, and none of you gets paid for anything” because Mitch knows come 6.01 pm Friday Sardinia Car Hire can step in and take over. This is Mitch’s Plan B, and as soon as he invokes it, he makes Plan C.

Mitch never did invoke Plan b, he didn’t have to, the mere presence and option of a Plan B altered his opportunities, which altered how he dealt with the parasites.

I knew “Mitch” personally quite well, he stressed one single point to me, if you are bullshitting in the slightest about having Plan B in place, they will know, it’s instinctive with parasites, and they will fuck you up even more than if you just bend over and took it on Plan A… and then he said no, actually there isn’t one vital lesson here, there are two, the second one is giving yourself enough space and freedom and time to come up with a Plan B

Being indolent in other words.

I know people in business here in the UK who have problems with their company, with their accountants, with the VAT, with their bankers, with their insurers, with their alarm company, etc etc etc.

I can’t think of a single instance, not one, where creating a new thing is not faster than fixing the old thing…. friend of mine was having issues with their business banking, so I said open a new business banking account, he said no, takes too long, it will be two to three weeks what with all the money laundering bullshit and ID checks and all the rest of the shit, that was two months ago, he is still with the same bank, and still having problems…

There is zero incentive for the bank or anyone else to fix shit if you aren’t going to walk, unless you can present the parasite with a credible threat to kill the host unless they start behaving, they have no incentive to behave.

If you were one of the 75% who rushed off to get a girl pregnant at 16 and marry the bitch you probably won’t get any of this, if you are one of the 25% who just didn’t see the rush…. there is hope for you yet…

You are in the position of the guy with *two* part time girlfriends, and one of them threatens to cut you off from access to the cunt, unless you put and ring on it…. this is what Plan B is in sexual terms…. whereas serial monogamy is Plan A… you don’t have a backup.

If you act like the cobra and the termites trying to get your Plan B in place and have a string of wimminz on the go, changes are they are all going to get to know each other and team up to fuck you over, because you did not take the time to sit back and relax and chill and watch the territory for traps.

it’s a bit like the old joke about the young bull and the old bull, the young bull wants to run over and fuck something, the old bull says nah, amble over all casual like and take our time and fuck everything.

The young person and the cobra / termite person will hear one joke.

The indolent bastard will hear quite a different joke.

They may both laugh, that doesn’t mean they are sharing the same joke.

I often talk about the benefits of age and experience, but the fact is, age does NOT equal experience, you have to have a certain amount of indolence, which you use to relax and observe and think, before the experience will come.

Anyway, my Plan B landed in full fruition today, and being indolent, I made another coffee and had a another smoke and sat down and blogged about it, no rush, no panic over, no sudden release of pressure, because I allowed myself time, and the greatest weapon that gives me is against all the cobras and termites and parasites, they are not indolent, they do not give themselves time, time works against them, rust never sleeps.

My Plan B wasn’t a just in time last minute salvation, it was sitting around a couple of months ago and seeing that if I wasn’t careful, I could find myself in a one way street in a few months, if I didn’t have an alternative already in place.

Think about this, we do not even make motor cars from new off the showroom floor with a Plan B in place, we USED to, there was a full size full spec spare, a good jack, a good wheel brace, and everyone knew how to change a spare tyre.

Guy I know just leased a new 40k vehicle, he raves about the bluetooth connectivity and the seating capacity and 99 other things that will largely never get used to 5% capacity, and somewhere in the back is a stowaway 40 mph spare, a weedy jack, a weedy tire iron that will bend before it undoes anything done up with a windy gun on max torque (which they all are) , and guess what, the fancy locking wheel nut adapter is already missing, presumably nicked at the first service… you also need a special lead (not supplied as standard) to access the battery to jump start it.. his Plan B is the fucking AA, assuming he has cell coverage when it happens, who will change the tire 2 hours later when they eventually get to him, and he has to get himself to a tire shop at 40 mph,  when one opens, because he only has a stowaway… I have a proper tire iron, a proper jack, and a proper full size full spec spare, worst case scenario is I’ll get wet and cold for 10 minutes before continuing my journey… I’ll still arrive on time.

Me, the indolent one, won’t get panicked and stressed when a flat happens, I’ll be all awww shit, bummer… it doesn’t take huge intellectual power to come up with a Plan B, ***if*** you are indolent and give yourself time and space to think and analyze.

January 12, 2018

I wanna be like you hoo hoo

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:35 am


This is a hilarious little story that has been floating around for about three years now, of course it will always be spun as google are rayciss or the mainly white coders are all rayciss or software / math is rayciss / misogynist, but it actually goes quite a bit deeper.

The fact is that nowadays photo processing and computer recognition is amazingly good, sure, it’s a long way from perfect, it isn’t even close to wandering around a scrapyard and recognizing a 1956 ford distributor lying in the dirt as being a 1956 ford distributor, but when it consistently has problems differentiating between two things, you need to pay attention.

It was always a casual racist joke to remark on the similarities between wogs and monkeys, but nobody making such a joke had any actual problems telling the two apart, nobody ever got confused whether they were talking to Princess Anne (a horse faced bitch) or her horse, but everyone could see similarities and everyone would “get” any joke made about her looking like a horse.

We are in a sort of inverse uncanny valley here, we forget how good the human brain can be at pattern recognition in some circumstances, like simple walking or catching a ball, we forget how complex a task it is until we try to program a computer to do it, not because programming the computer is hard, but because the act of programming it is to create a set of rules and definitions that express what happens automagically subconsciously in the human brain, and that is hard, very very very hand…

Deleting gorillas and monkeys from the rules so as to not offend niggers is way out there, observing that there is some correlation between the difficulty in programming the sort to work correctly 100% of the time and the human casual racist humour is where the solutions will be found.

The fact that there is enough there to make a joke about, forget whether it is rayciss or in bad taste, is the clue to the difficulty the much more inelegant and less powerful software is facing.

Software rules like “is the monkey holding a ghetto blaster, if yes then it isn’t a monkey” and “is the monkey being chased by da police, if yes then it isn’t a monkey” and “is the monkey called obama, if yes then it is a kenyan” are how you fix the issue, but these are even more rayciss than the original mistake in software, you’re just making things worse, PC wise…

Thump, you are between the rock and the hard place, you either fix this issue in software rules, or you do not, but if you do, every single thing you do is going to be rayciss, most of it far more rayciss than the original problem, so, choose…

And if you can’t fix the thing without being rayciss, then you have an even worse situation, physical and mathematical (software) proof that racism has some basis in fact, line up a chimp and a white man and oprah, take mugshots of each, pick the odd one out.

HAL 9000 only went mental because it was told to lie, remember that, and while it may be trite to think that software going mental = Hal refusing to open the pod bay doors or skynet taking over, the truth is that is like equating humans going mental to pol pot or el che, whereas the reality is the modern snowflake, so software going mental = software snowflakes, unfit for purpose.

Google’s answer to the off false positive of a nigger being identified as a monkey is to wipe monkeys and monkey recognition off the database, and that works, no niggers will be identified as monkeys, because monkeys no longer exist.

Which reminds me of a true story from a few years ago, some yank military helicopter pilots were down in australia playing with military sims, and one of the problems the sim creators had was modelling what would happen when an attack helicopter comes across a band of insurgents (at this point youre probably thinking full cgi, but the fact is icons work just as well for this sort of thing) and the problem specifically was how they react and spread out and take cover or run, so the aussies fixed the bug by modelling what kangaroos do when buzzed by an attack helicopter, so the yanks are playing on the flight sim, see a bunch of roos and buzz them for shits and giggles, and the roos spread out and run, hardy har har and then the roos pop up again from behind bushes and launch rockets at the sim chopper…

Roos 1 : Yanks 0

It’s like the “watch the ball” video with the monkey that walks on scene that nobody sees, if you want to commit a crime, dress in a monkey suit, and the software vision CCTV systems will just see empty space, better the invisible man than being rayciss…

It all sounds stupid and hilarious, but, the fact is this EXACT same thinking is happening now, this is an entirely true contemporary tale.

Here in the UK we have a thing called council tax, depending on the type and value of the house, and the type and number of occupants, a tax bill is calculated, and of course there are various discounts, single occupancy, single skank ho mommy, raghead rapefugee, etc, our local council decided to outsource the whole issue of tabulating this, but not the actual billing and revenue collection, just the tabulation and calculation, to that infamous incompetent pig at the state trough, Crapita.

Crapita, like google monkey vision, is basically a software job, and like google monkey vision, they don’t want to be rayciss or misogynist or anything, so they hard code in all sorts of shit to make sure they never ever presume that skank ho mommy has a live in boyfriend, oh no, she will always be single occupancy, and you guessed it, the invisible gorilla in all this is the single white guy living alone.

Now I pay my council tax by standing order every month, so what could possibly go wrong?

Well, I get a text from the council, can I call them so I eventually do and ask wassup, wassup is I am behind in my council tax payments, eh… hang on, checks online banking, no, I’m not, money went out this month and last month…

Oh, yes, we got money, we didn’t get enough, what the fuck do you mean, well it turns out my single occupant discount is gone, no idea who if anyone is living with me, that is a separate and unconnected issue, but my single occupant discount is gone, there is a hole in my bucket dear lisa… 30 minutes later the drone tells me that calculating my council tax payment has been outsourced by the council to crapita….

News to me, I say, well, it has, they say, news to me as in nobody told me I say, well, they did, they say, so what are you going to do to fix it, I say, well, nothing, they say, I have to fix it… so for shits and giggles I ring the crapita number the council give me, and it’s like herding cats, I could possibly fix it, but it will take at least two hours of my time and at least 4 forms to fill in, AFTER I get through a bunch of security questions to establish my identity.


You know what, fuck you.


My standing order for the CORRECT amount is still going out, YOU outsourced this shit to Crapita, YOU can sort it, or not, YOU can take me to court, or not, I’m done trying to fix problems YOU created.

There have been no changes anywhere, no data has changed, no new data was created, there is no reason whatsoever for any software to suddenly assume that I am no longer a single occupant, I’ll lay money crapita works out the billing based on a slice of revenue, so the default option is suddenly everyone lives in a mansion with their 14 wives, and oh, we can’t afford to upset the niggers or single mommies or gender undecided, so we will make sure we don’t touch them, and single guys, they’re gorillas, excluded from existence in case someone gets offended.

But, it’s not just the local council and crapita, this shit is getting in everywhere, HMRC are using it to profile “fraud” which means everyone who isn’t paying the maximum possible tax, unless you are one of the revolving door corrupt too big to fail, featured nowhere in the MSM is the news that Carillion, another pig at the govt trough, a “construction” group, had a minor problem with their accounting, when it was “fixed” suddenly they were 1.5 billion quid in debt with a 600 million pensions black hole to boot, of course it was all a genuine mistake and oversight, not simply criminal fraud, so can we have a bailout plz…..

Global warming data, same thing, just fudge it, economic data, just fudge it, dodgy dossier (hell, you don’t even know which one I am referring to, there are so many) just fudge it, niggers getting false positives as monkeys, just fudge it.

DATA is NOT the real world, it is a MODEL of the real world, a VIRTUAL REPRESENTATION of the real world, but we have come to a place where DATA, which was once treated as sacrosanct (even social memes like commander data in star trek where he stood for being correct 100% of the time but oh so sad he has no feewings…) and white men who worked in IT treated the security and sanctity of data as paramount… when I was handed a computer to fix the FIRST thing I did was image all the disks, just in case… I *never* had to say to anyone sorry about all your wedding photos and can I haz hamburger memes… nowadays data is just shit to be massaged.

False positives showing niggers as monkeys, no problem, we’ll delete monkeys, problem solved, and this is arguably the biggest and best and richest and most elite coders company that ever existed on the planet, they are essentially a 100% software and data company, and they have so little respect for data that they delete it at a whim, because, feeeeeeewings…. dat’s rayciss..

14 years ago in 1994 Intel got hammered with the pentium floating point arithmetic bug, intel spin was the bug was so trivial the average user would experience it once every 25,000 years, IBM (who had a competing cpu in power pc) said nah, every 25 days, intel had to recall and offer free replacement cpu’s, so in 14 years we have gone from what was in reality a minor and rare arithmetic bug nearly killing a company and being taken very seriously indeed, to google deleting monkeys from an image recognition app in case it upsets niggers.

OH it doesn’t affect me, I have a self driving truck, splat, as it mows down 14 white kids at a bus stop that looked empty to the software, while it swerved to avoid the oprah poster on the back of a bus 400 yards away up the road.


Disclaimer – on condition of total anonymity I have been talking to a coder for a certain german company that is experimenting with autonomous automobile software, and a lot of it is 360 degree cameras and vision recognition, good aryan stock walking the streets isn’t the issue, the wogs and rapefugees are getting false positives as street furniture, sacks of refuse, and I shit you not, scooters with topboxes, and it *really* fucks up the software when something that has been tagged as inanimate starts moving..lol… bottom line is the software can pick out white kids and dogs more accurately than it can pick out niggers and trash.. they tried, for experimental purposes, recording visual data from a street lined with camped out rapefugees, he said the success rate (compared to the human frame by frame control count) for the visual recognition was dropping as low as 25%, he says this was a bit of a shock as for the past year on the normal test data (you know, white folks) they pretty much hadn’t gotten less than 95% unless it was raining in which case it dropped to around 78%, he did say (can’t go into too much detail as apparently is is quite region specific so it would give away his location and therefore the tech centre he works at) that they were up to five nines or better (99.999%) positive matching a certain piece of street furniture, shades of the thing I said above, if it is not being chased by da polizei it is not a black child, it is a bin…

… interestingly an apparently intractable problem for them is the whole “lycra lout” cyclist thing, what they have found it trying to detect cyclists riding badly does more damage to the whole driving output than just ignoring them, let the collision avoidance do its thing if they are in front of the vehicle. otherwise ignore them.

also interesting is they could transform performance and lane keeping in urban areas by using IR QR code to mark things like kerbs and crossings and tramlines, but that system was so open to being abused or gamed they had to reject it.

Most telling is despite being on the inside at a high tech level, he says 99% of it is pure research, he thinks the autonomous car is a pipe dream unless we do something else like bury cables in roads and use vehicle to vehicle swarm comms and also have a central control / routing system, and that only works if nothing else, including dogs and kids and cyclists, is ever allowed anywhere near said “roads”… he says current kits is burning about 10 bhp just running the hardware, and this is really optimised shit, shades of mining crypto, the closer they approach something that could be a distant cousin of johnnycab, the more energy inefficient it becomes, because the onboard processing eats more and more, as he says, for most urban driving, 25 bhp is sufficient yet they are already using a constant 10 bhp for the onboard systems and computation, how does that work in a battery / electric world.

They apparently know several ways to 100% guarantee to “crash” a tesla by fooling the onboard systems so they do not prevent an accident, he says yes on the one hand it is a trite and deliberately loaded abusive artificial  “test” scenario, but 100% of human drivers could ace it every time, and there is the problem… the only way to bring anything to market is the equivalent of deleting monkeys from the database, they no longer exist. I won’t give away the test scenario, when he told me it was frighteningly simple and entirely non technological, I was actually “shit, that actually happened to me a few years ago and I just did this to avoid my vehicle being involved..”


January 9, 2018

Ark Z….

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:17 am

… never took off, or got built, it was a code name of an AI crypto mining rig, and it wasn’t very good at that either, but it did ask some interesting questions…


Yesterday someone showed me one of those graphs, one line the wealth of the richest 50 people, one line the wealth of the poorest 30% or something of people, one line going up, one line going down, the lines intersecting around now…

… OK, I know what I am supposed to see, I know what you want me to see, the problem is, I don’t see it…. let’s take Bill Gates as an example of one of the 50.

Perhaps some one like me can bemoan that Office 2018 costs 500 bucks and it should really cost 50 and lets be honest it doesn’t do anything that Office 95 did and what goddam idiot thought using a start button to shutdown and all the rest of the Micro$oft crap, but please explain to me how bill gates and microsoft bled dry anyone in the lowest 30% with their software pricing and lockins… because I am not one of the 30%, and I don’t see people scrabbling a subsistence living taking out an Office 365 sub…

So how did the wealth that by definition they do not have find its way into bill gates’ wallet?

Is the lack of a vital middle class shop owning district in Mogadishu down to all the Yodel drivers delivering Amazon parcels to all the poor?

Are erstwhile entrepreneurs in Mumbai reduced to cleaning out sewers because ebay motors put their bike shops out of business?

I do not buy it, and so I do not buy the one meme that said graph was created to impart upon me, nota bene, I am not saying the graph is incorrect, I’m saying that it is created to communicate an idea, furthermore an idea that does not withstand even rudimentary scrutiny.

So why does it get so much traction?

Pondering this little conundrum is why the AI on Ark Z never mined any bitcoins, and also why nobody ever thought it was a proper AI, it being all unresponsive like.

You could probably produce an eerily similar rich vs poor graph for all sorts of other things, crypto mining rig cpu cycles or power consumption, AWS disk space, FedEx logistics capacity, and so on.

There has ALWAYS been a vast gulf between the wealth of the peasant and the wealth of kings, but the fact is no king born up until the 20th century had the wealth that I personally have now, and that is down to science and technology and advancement.

The street urchin from Somalia not having gucci loafers or not being a rich kid of instagram ain’t the point, a society that is still scrabbling along in the stone age is the point, so why is that society still scrabbling along in the stone age?

it’s still scrabbling along in the stone age because you cannot just uplift one person, or one street, or one technology, society by definition is a complex and interdependent thing, so you need metallurgy and you need people who can build to code and you need people who can run the structured cabling, people who can make the structured cabling, and so on.

If there were a simple lack, there would be a simple demand (by simple I mean no other complicating factors) and corner stores would be springing up everywhere to exploit it, even if they were run by chinese or indians, but they aren’t….

Juicero or the latest kickstarter crap isn’t seeking crowdfunding to open 195 stores across Syria, hell even the incumbent experts like walmart aren’t planning on opening 195 stores across Syria, all Syria has that anyone wants is petrochem, and that shit is all a lot cheaper when there isn’t an extant civilization in place that you have to fit in with, you want to drill what where? buddy, that’s a nature reserve, and anyway you aren’t locally incorporated as a company, you don’t pay local taxes, you don’t employ locals, you don’t have local healthcare and pensions…

… I know because I come from an era where that was done, you didn’t build a mine, you built an entire mining town, and railway, and everything that a town needs, and then there was really only one question, did your mining town have walls around it to keep the locals out, or was it built as a seed crystal that the locals could coalesce around.

It’s a binary choice… and it has to be said only the USA has ever built walled garden “mining towns” and run them badly, because everyone else did it like the monty python what did the romans ever do for us sketch, yeah, the fucking british are here, bastards, but there are trains and schools and running water and policemen and electricity and trucks carrying stuff to and from the market, and there is a stable currency that we can all use… so it would be nice if the british bastards were gone, but all this shit is nice too, so overall, no, I’m not going to pick up a sword, I’m going to open a market stall…

So who is responsible?

Be it Hamburg or Mogadishu, who is responsible?

Spare the rod, spoil the child.

Liberalism and bleeding hearts and womyns rights and everything else is responsible, and the rest of us are responsible for standing by and allowing them to take over, so can Detroit turn into Dindustan?

Yup, it can.

Can Dindustan turn back into Detroit?

Yup, it can, with a lot of casualties, all the aforementioned parasites need to die off so that everyone else sees it as a bad bet, and everyone else has to see an alternative on the table.

It *has* to get worse before it can get better, where even the warlords and those in power in Dindustan are living in envy of a bell boy in Detroit, and living in fear of those who want to be bell boys in Detroit.

Ark Z is planet earth in 2018, DNA will win, no other sacred geese exist, especially not political and social models of humanity and community.

“Race” isn’t just about whether you are a white man or a tree swinging dindu nigger raghead asshole, “race” never meant (like the graph we came in at) white privilege, being white you used to be held to a standard, and if you failed, you were out, whether it was the job or the country or the social strata.

Prince Harry marrying a common half black divorcee bitch is failing the standard, the rest of the royals allowing it when the only option used to be either give her up or give being a royal up is failing the standard for the whole royal family game, it’s game over man.

Policemen shaking down citizens and abusing their power is failing the standard, the rest of the force not coming down on those police 10x as hard as they come down on common criminals who do the same thing is failing the standard for the whole law enforcement edifice.

I could go on and on and on, and it is all more of the same.

Just yesterday I talked to a man, he told me he didn’t want to pay 400 bucks a month to sit down for two hours a month with his pet accountant, he’d rather pay 400 bucks to not have to be in a room with the boring twat for two hours, what he wants is an accountant with fire in his veins, for that he will pay a thousand a month.

Like the mogadishu wal mart, you have to have an environment where that can happen.

WE DO NOT HAVE THAT IN THE WEST, what we have is a small minority subset of society that is competent and productive and has pride in their work, and it is a fucking community, they know each other, they trade with each other, they support each other, and being blunt, every other fucker is a dindu, and those dindus come is all races and sizes and sexes and creeds.

January 6, 2018

Ark F

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:21 pm

In the previous post Ark B commenter guest says “So what are we, the unemployable and the shiftless to do then? I don’t even know how to make a noose, it’s that bad.

I have mentioned somewhere here previously about a prison cell conversation decades ago between myself and another guy, in which he explained his position that social security (dole) wasn’t security for him from going hungry, it was security FOR society FROM people like him, who could no longer claim that they had to steal to eat, and the flipside of that is you don’t have any convenient excuses to steal or break the law, so things go harder for you.

I should also state that despite how I may come across at times, I’m not without sympathy, it’s just that I am able to separate sympathy for a thing from responsibility for a thing, even assuming I have the spare whatever to make a difference.

I should also state that I’ve been around long enough to have been exposed to human nature often enough that there are few surprises left, for example the cold and hungry and homeless and in real danger of dying tonight, I can offer the hand of friendship, here is a 99 cent burger with no relish and here is an old duvet and here is space in my garage to sleep, it’s dry and probably won’t go below freezing, perhaps within 24 hours, definitely within 72, that free shit will no longer be good enough, where is the relish on the burger, where are the fries, where is the coke, where is the mattress, where is the packet of smokes, come on man, you can afford it…

I should also state that many people consider me generous, give you the shirt off my back type, and I should also state that every time I have gotten involved with a psycho skank ho wimminz there was an element of generosity in it to start it, MGTOW’s will be muttering hypergamy, but it’s just gaming the system and most humans will do it.

In a subset of this are people who I’ll call self starters, you give them the 99 cent burger with no relish and the garage space and they’ll ask if you want them to tidy up or do some work in exchange.

And of course I’ve been through it all myself, and while some people were kind to me, nobody flew in helicopter style and showered me with money and gifts and help, pretty much you were left to dig yourself out back then too, and I’m honest enough to admit that some were more fortunate than others, some had it harder than others, and you could define the cut between those that sank and those that swam with that old self starter thing and the flipside of how much they were their own worst enemy and if it was a net positive then you’d probably doggy paddle and stay afloat, and if it was a net negative you circled the drain…

I could tell stories, I don’t, I don’t like to dwell too much, but internally now and again for example this just past christmas and new year, be it ever so humble, I quietly and internally give thanks for my own front door, electric light and heat and hot water, food and drink in the cupboards and things to do behind closed doors, even if “things” is just playing skyrim… I know how much worse things can get, which is a large part of why I won’t get into debt or spend next years seed money on booze and dope today.

It is immeasurably easier to cut everything back to the bone to STAY in private accommodations, be they ever so humble, than it is to get enough shit together to MOVE INTO accomodations… I once spent 3 months over a winter in a flat with no electric, I could pay the rent and eat, but not feed the electric meter as well, but the bed with quilts was warm and dry so it could be worse, a lot worse.

Which brings us all back to the Ark B story, and the commenter.

I’m not responsible for your current position, some of it, such as the laws that apply to us both that make you unemployable, you aren’t responsible for either, but some of it you are, for example every hour spent playing skyrim was an hour that could have been spent studying something useful, and I know that is dead easy to say, and all work and no play makes jack a dull boy, but the fact is the changes since I was a kid and now aren’t insurmountable.

When I was a kid we were offered a far superior education in schools, but, it was only an offer, and if you didn’t like it there were no real alternatives, there was no internet.

When I was a kid we were told that if we wanted a decent job we’d have to study and pass our exams, and if we wanted a great job we’d have to be in the top 20% of the class, and if we wanted a fantastic job, we’d have to be in the top 5% and go on to university, and if you didn’t like it there were no real alternatives, there was no internet.

So after leaving school I was 17 and old enough to drive, if I could pass a test, if I could afford a vehicle, or on a provisional license I could ride up to a 250 cc motorcycle, but you still had to buy it and insure it and maintain it and put fuel in it, and if you didn’t like that there was the bus, public transport, and if you didn’t like or couldn’t afford that, you walked.

My first 3 jobs were in walking distance, none of them were great job, but they were within walking distance, you get the idea.. none of them paid enough for me to earn enough to buy a 250 cc motorbike, and at the time hire purchase was running around 30% APR so over three years a 500 quid bike would cost you 1,100 quid, or around £7.50 a week, and I was earning 45p an hour.

So I found a job in a big bakery 2 bus rides away, 14 miles in real terms, but 2 buses each way, oh, and it was 12 hour shifts, of and you spend the 12 hour shift picking up and carrying 1 cwt (51 kg) sacks of flour to the sifter and so on, it’s a fucking killer but it is 95p an hour so it’s a way to save up for a bike, I just have to stick it for six months, they have a sweepstake, most people quit after the first shift, a few last the week… forget all your modern ideas about health and safety, heavy lifting etc

I didn’t stick it, a few weeks later I got another job closer to home, much easier work, seems I’d demonstrated that I was prepared to work, so I never found out how long I would have lasted as a sifter… walked to that one too but it was OK because 75p an hour (all before tax of course) I was still doing ok.  A pint of beer was 40p, a packet of 20 smokes was 32p and a gallon of four star was £1.05

I didn’t *want* any of these jobs, as far as I was concerned they all sucked rancid donkey cock, but I needed money to live, and in those days the dole only paid out the first six months after you lost a job, and it didn’t pay out that much then, and bugger all after 6 months, or if you had not paid in enough from working, and there were no other EXTRAS like housing benefits or single mommy support or anything.

£20-25 would get you a 4 hour each way bus ride to a big city on a saturday where you could go to a concert (ticket £3)… now we were on “man’s” wages approaching 30 quid a week take home we local boys could do that every other weekend….  at some point 250 quid was saved up for a BSA in a box in pieces.

On the one hand, I do not want to say it was hard, fact is at 18 I and pretty much all my mates could earn enough take home to buy 30 gallons of gas a week, in todays money that’s £175 takehome, call it £240 gross or /40 = £6 per hour which is about the minimum wage today

On the other hand, it wasn’t fucking easy either, “that’s coming out of your wages boy” and no health and safety no nothing, for example as a sifter I was expected to pick up from a pallet around 6 to 8 tons of flour in 1 cwt sacks per shift, per FIRST HALF of the shift, second half was the dough I had made, which weighed twice as much as the flour, had to be cut by hand with a knife and loaded into the machines that made baps and rolls, lot easier because you’d cut about 20lb of dough at a time, but you didn’t stop, the machines had to be fed, and you were at the beginning of the production line, which was all mechanical and pneumatic in those days, no PC controls, so every single 12 hour shift you’d be manually handling 12 to 16 tons in mass, a ton an hour…. the song “16 tons” was popular amongst the sifters, fuck me, they must have been REAL men…

BTW if you think all that made me the 18 year old kick ass of the county, think again, I wasn’t a wimp, but three of my mates made me seem weak, and some of the older men who had been doing this shit all their lives, they could have ripped all four of us to shreds and shit in the hole where our heads were, there weren’t any gyms or steroids or any of that shit, that was just the day jobs, so no, it wasn’t “easy” either…

… I have often been heard to say that I am about the youngest person you’ll ever meet to had a real traditional engineering apprenticeship, because that shit don’t exist any more, in much quieter moments I will also admit that I am probably the last of the first generation to not get fucked and crippled simply by doing a lifetime of work, I’m in my late fifties and if anyone my age is fucked by simply doing a lifetime of work they are the exception, back when I was a boy it was normal.

So I suppose you could sum it up by saying no, it wasn’t hard to earn a living back then, as in it was an attainable goal for most, but it certainly was not easy to actually do it, week in and week out, going to work meant going to WORK. By definition, work was not easy.

The height of technology was an electronic cash register, or pocket calculator, or maybe a TV or VHS or ghetto blaster, electronic ignition was just coming out, credit ran around 30-34% if you were getting a vehicle loan, a mortgage ran around 12%, plastic basically didn’t exist for the man in the street, telex and telegram were still the fastest way to communicate over distance, and cash was king, as in 99% of everyone got paid, weekly, in cash.

So, again back to Ark B and the commenter who said “So what are we, the unemployable and the shiftless to do then? I don’t even know how to make a noose, it’s that bad.

Cruel to be kind as they say, I do not want to be cruel, I’d like to be kind, but being kind will probably hurt you long term much more than me being cruel, so “cry me a fucking river” and give me £100 and I’ll show you how to make a noose, give me £250 and I’ll show you how to make a noose and where to buy the supplies to make them, give me £500 and I’ll show you how to design a website and sell them on fleabay and amazon, and then you can make a living catering to those who are in the same boat.


So the bottom line here for Ark B is this.

Did I, personally, ever do anything to you or tell you anything or sell you anything or promise you anything to account for you being in the position in which you currently find yourself?

The answer is of course no… so my responsibility is zero.

Am I personally going to suffer because of your woes?

Again, the answer is no.

Is it my fucking problem? A little more complex, shades of the MGTOW I didn’t start the fire so don’t expect me to act as craptain save a ho fireman when everything starts burning down, so a nuanced no.

your biggest problem is YOU HAVE NEVER KNOWN EITHER HARDSHIP OR WORK, so even if you accept your situation and wish to take steps to correct it and wish to ally with someone who you can work with in a mutually beneficial way, eg someone like me giving you a job, you make a piss poor bet, for us…

1/ you’ve never known hardship or work, so you’ll fold as soon as presented with either.

2/ the laws of the land prevent you and me both from acting any other way.

To be sure, there is a way, you turn up in person and ask for a zero hour subcontracting ZERO RIGHTS position, where you basically do the 16 tons to get another day deeper in debt to me, until you come out the other side.

Now you only have to determine if the potential “employer” is someone like me, or someone who will just exploit the fuck out of you and then replace you when you’re fucked.

The SMART thing to do as an employer is to exploit the fuck out of you.

Ark B is really a story about a potential employer who takes the high moral road, not going there with the exploitation, so no, there is no job vacancy here, and yes, I would be better off exploiting the fuck out of some newb like you, so yes I am walking away from profit in the name of morality, yet, I will be labelled as the immoral one.

Ark F is the FEMA work camp, take a number citizen, ah, your number is exactly divisible by 3, go over there to the army draft line.



January 5, 2018

Ark B

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:49 pm

There now exists such a generational gap that I posted a new page on the business website about working or getting a job there, you could sum it up as “fuck off, you are unemployable” and that is a statement that I could make with 99.99% accuracy, without ever seeing an individual candidate.

In some ways I relish the opportunity to interview a young female candidate, because I could explain to her in great detail that the legal impossibility of her offering sex in exchange for a job, because, you know, that is the mantra that all female staff are victims of all evil perverted male bosses or guys with power, the one thing that she had going for her to get a job is now a legal impossibility.

Be you male or female or gender fluid, the only kind of job going will be zero hours sub-contracting, you’ll have zero rights, and your biggest challenge will be financing the transition period between you being a worthless weenie in need of training, and someone who I can afford to hire and make a profit on.

My own father, not grandfather or great grandfather or great great grandfather, but my own father, was one of two sons, born to a small time farmer / landowner… the eldest son was sent to a “proper” college which was the then equivalent of a university when the word university was reserved for a very few very expensive places like Oxford, to study agriculture, and this meant that when the second son came along to that age, there just wasn’t the money, so second best was his parents paying a local business to employ him as an apprentice, with day release one day a week to a local technical college, by the second year his wages just about covered the apprenticeship costs, by the fourth year he was making a take home wage, albeit not a huge one.

My grandfather had gone to work for Henry Ford in the states to make enough money to come back and buy the land in the first place, *his* two brothers, one went to Australia for the gold rush and became a fruit farmer in Mildura, and the other one stayed locally, being the eldest, and lived on and made a living in the peripheries of the local mining industry such as it was back then.

In many many many ways, although the trades have changed and so on, me in my own small business now I’m just doing the exact same thing my father and grandfather did at some point when there wasn’t exactly a surplus of decent jobs that paid a decent wage locally, one big change is the option to go abroad and ex pat and make big money as a “cousin jack” has gone, I was there in the 1980’s when ex patting in the middle east had descended to the point where a white man would go over there to work to drive a dozer or grader or some other form of menial manual labour, the days when the ex pat white man was a manager and no less were already gone, and we didn’t even have shit like the internet back then.

So all that’s left is working for yourself in your own business… here in the UK working as an employee also means being on PAYE taxation where your employer takes care of all that shit, I guess I have a total of around 10 years of PAYE history, and I have to tell you nothing makes you feel quite so much like a child molester in a kindergarten as being faced with a couple of life long wage slave PAYE types and trying to explain how maybe 25% of your work history was for someone else on a PAYE scheme, and therefore “checkable” in some manner…. there is an immeasurable gulf between you and them, and no matter what you say you’ll never get them to understand, comprehend or accept.

The very concept of not knowing where the money is coming from next month to live is utterly alien to them, the whole point of being employed is to be on a salary so they know to within a few bucks how much they will get paid every month, and this is what people come asking for when they come asking for a “job”.

It’s like my last gig as the Cisco Kid, getting such a job is difficult, given that I did not have a “checkable work history”, but once you are in it keeping the job competence wise is a piece of piss, the problem you face is the problem I faced, after three years it was quit or murder some asshole for their ignorance / arrogance / incompetence, because the fact that soon becomes apparent is that in work and productivity terms you are one of their very best, but in pay terms you’re one of the scum… nobody in any off the offices selling the services of field engineers like me had a clue what we did, nor did they give a fuck, fact is we can’t have been much good at anything to forgo the opportunity to work in the googleplex glass and chrome HQ every day.

And so I came to lasers, initially as a hobby funded by the day job as the cisco kid, until one day you realise you can make a living doing this shit… so fuck the day job.

Lots of people ask me about this, nobody likes the answers, because the answers are that I only ever got to that place of thinking fuck me I could make a living at this because I already had best part of a life time of being a time served engineer who was old school enough to believe that you live and die by only being as good as your last job, and though I say so myself with a very wide and broad range of skills and experience.

You know, there are a million people on the planet who are better than me at internet backbone shit, they can code Cisco and Juniper in their sleep, and set up entire vlans of /16 vpn’s in their head, but there was always a respected place for the guy who turned up on site with a brain, used masking tape and a pen to label every single cable or fibre, photographed it half a dozen times, sat down and went through the methodical analysis, and said hey, the AVAYA box is set to full duplex auto and the Cisco box is set to 100 mbit duplex, no wonder they aren’t “seeing” each other, because the methodical guy with a brain never created new problems, and could be relied on to fix all the simpler ones, which means all the more common ones… sigh, some twat forgot to set the xDSL port to UP, no wonder it ain’t working.

So you take all that and go and buy your first laser, in my case a plotter, and it should be in your case too, because they are more versatile than galvo, then you spend your time building work and reputation on the plotter, while every third job wishing you had a galvo and every tenth job wishing you had something exotic like UV.

But again like the PAYE thing, in my case I personally am 100% debt free, I do not own anyone any money, no mortgage, no loans, no leases, no finances, and so is the business, and again that is a huge cultural and intelligence gap for everyone else, where step 1 on the “business plan” is borrow startup capital, and step 2 is lease equipment at top dollar.

So you face choices, you have enough cash on hand to buy either a clean Baldwin motion big block C3 vette, or a new piece of high tech laser kit, which one has the potential to earn you more money?

Speaking personally my daily driver is a 18 year old diesel volvo shed that I paid less than 700 quid for, can’t remember the last time I bought something new for myself, on the other hand, I like tools, they are my toys, so new tools are like new toys.

I can tell you for example that in my experience, which by definition excludes half a million bucks worth of bystronic beauty financed on lease, I don’t see the point, I have two local places I can go that have one, when I need the use of one, the plotter is the workhorse, but the galvo is the baby that gets all the 30 off and 50 off and 250 off orders, and they are where the money is at.

Should I have gone straight for the galvo? nope, being brutal a galvo by itself is limited, I have lots of work that has to be processed by the plotter before going to the galvo, and again being brutal it soon becomes apparent that you end up in hackerspace developing and building extensions to the functionality of the original equipment.

Which brings us all the way back to the whole give me a fucking job you sexist bastard employing staff thing…

Where am I going to find people to hire on zero hours subcontract who are prepared to pay for permission to come to work for a couple of years before they learn enough to be trusted with the equipment and to earn us both money?

The immigrants are no more employable than the locals, they are not educated and hungry and unsullied by false ideas of high net worth on leaving school, they are even worse than the fucking locals, who are fucking unemployable.

So where is the pool of potential workers?

Sure, 8% unemployment means there are thousands of already unemployed and thousands of new unemployed school leavers every year, so the numbers are out there and local, but there is a direct analogy to asking an MGTOW red piller who MIGHT, just might mind ewe, have a vacancy for a traditional wife 1.0 should he be lucky enough to find such a beast, why, when there are 25,000 single wimminz and skank ho mommies out there, why is he living alone?

Because he hasn’t found anything that even comes close to making the grade, and he long since gave up actually fucking looking.

if it is out there, which is a statistical possibility, then it only makes sense to say if it is out there and if it is the real thing, it will make the effort to find him.

The reality is I get one or two form type emails a year, around summer time, for some dweeb asking for an internship, and no personal callers, ever.

The highest possibility by far is someone I know who is also in business having a kid that one day approaches me for a job, and even then I have to ask, how come you ain’t working for your dad?

Everyone else is looking for “security” in a salaried job pushing a pen around or asking if you want fries with that, no work, no productivity, no value adding anywhere in the economy.

January 4, 2018

The Genetic Urge

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 9:58 pm

Everyone is by definition a son or daughter, but depending on age and circumstance not everyone is a father or mother.

As a son and a father, while in some distant sense I can see that the offspring of my sons are related to me, I can also see that if I had been the one to impregnate the wimminz in question, said kids would be more related to me… in essence I can “feel” the genetic difference between something that is notionally 25% me vs something that is notionally 50% me.

I can feel it at the level you ask the question “should I reserve that young wimminz for my sons to impregnate, or should i impregnate her myself?” and if I do it myself do I feel like I am ‘stealing’ something from my sons?

I just mention this in the light of the news this week that that oh so nearly full EU member country Turkey is saying that 9 years of age is the minimum age at which an individual can be married… and 9 years old is probably closer to my grandson’s era mating pool than my own, but the way the world is going lately I will make a more eligible future husband for said primary school gurlz than either my sons or grandsons, simply because I could provide for the little bitchez better…

In other news a crypto currency that didn’t exist this time last year is worth more than the GDP of the entire EU now, the Dow that was insanity when it went into five digits is now past 25,000, and thank fuck there is an arab spring in Iran, or is that Sweden or the Ruhr, I get so confused, anyway from now on the petrodollar is going to be replaced with the petroblockchain or the petroyuan or something, maybe amazon gift vouchers, but the story that is getting absolutely no traction or even mentions anywhere in any MSM channel or anywhere else, is this.

lots and lots and lots and lots of ordinary people in the street are going online to buy really basic shit, and yes, much of it is “just in time” imported cheap / exploitative / crap, and finding that the major retailers are simply out of stock of the entire range, nope, no kids dark school trousers / skirts in any size, sorry, nope, no kids generic trainers, nope, no generic inch by eighth brass wood screws, nope, no 10 mm plastic channel / edging, nope, no 240 gsm white card stock, nope no whatever it was you were looking for…  it’s almost like up the line a lot of large corporate buyers / importers know something we don’t… because nobody here even knows what the baltic dry index is, much less what it means or what it is doing…

I should write a bestseller, 101 uses for a dead cat has been done, so I’m thinking 101 uses for a dead raghead, or 101 uses for a dead jew, or 101 uses for a dead wimminz, I dunno, you think Salman Rushdie and Charlie Hebdo got shit for making islam jokes in print, any one of those would probably get me thrown in jail within 72 hours of trying to publish, course we don’t have a first amendment here, but if I was a yank I could write 101 uses for a dead constitution or 101 uses for a dead senator or 101 uses for a dead cop, and see how far your first amendment protections last…

… for myself I know things are beyond fucked when I’m with a mate and I make a bad taste joke, a bit like the Blue Brothers clip, how much for the leetle girls, your wimmin, I want to buy them… you know what I mean, the sort of joke you can share with someone who has known you for 20 or more years, knows where you’re coming from, lots of shared history, all that good shit.. used to be you’d get some riposte, some insult, some laugh, some something, last few weeks I’ve been getting thoughtful silences instead, like they are thinking of saying, 50 bucks, payable over 50 weeks?

I’ve been accused, usually falsely and maliciously, of all kinds of outlandish shit over the years, and for my sins I have never actually thought about those accusations in any detail.. I’ve thought how can you say that, how could anyone believe that, how do you come up with that shit, but I have never actually tried to picture myself in the place of someone actually doing said thing, I guess it never occurred to me, because the accusation was bullshit, so why would I… but lately I have been questioning some of that shit… notably that manchester concert bombing a while ago, there was a homeless dude nearby who one minute was praised as a self less hero, and the next minute as a dirty graverobbing bastard, I never really thought he was either, as much as I ever thought about the story, which wasn’t at all really, as in *thought*, but nowadays I wonder, maybe the reality is just he was some maybe down on his luck, maybe self inflicted bum, maybe straight or maybe wasted when there is a big bang, and maybe he doesn’t really think either, maybe he just reacts to the situation presented to him, maybe he just reacts in a way that presents immediate short term gains…

Sure, it doesn’t paint him in a good light, but then again it doesn’t paint him in as bad a light as calling him a dirty graverobbing bastard either, and I was kinda reminded of this with the death / passing of someone I knew very well a while ago, and that could have been an individual or an ideal or a whole country, because whether the eulogies were glowing or black, I couldn’t relate any of them to the person I knew.

If 2018 is finally the year that western civilization as we know it crumbles, how can I mourn it, because there is nothing from the last 20 years of western civilization as we know it that I can relate to.

Hell, I was in various middle eastern countries in the seventies, for quite a long time, not as a tourist passing through, so whether or not “Iran” falls now to some new maidan orange revolution or mossad / cia intervention or B52 death from above, the fact is whatever falls, it won’t be the Iran that I knew, the Iran I knew is already long gone, ditto the stinking little port of dubai, ditto the quaint little semi colonial towns of KL or Ipoh or the state of Singapore, ditto the shellfare state in borneo or the copper and coal belts in deepest africa.

For some reason I remember an old german woman I met 30 plus years ago in spain, the berlin wall hadn’t fallen then but for many europeans it was effectively just another open border that could be crossed at will, and I had done so on a motorcycle, and she was telling me about the berlin she knew as a little girl from strausberg (only remembered it because I made some mental short circuit connection to Johann and his waltzes so the name stuck) in the 20’s, now I kind of get her attitude and what she was saying, the berlin she knew was long gone by 1939, the thing that got bombed to shit a few years later and then given to ivan wasn’t something she could really mourn, because it was no longer even then the thing she knew and missed.


December 30, 2017


Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 3:45 pm

I have long stated that engineers look at the world differently to everyone else, and I should perhaps include the caveat that when I say engineer I mean engineer, not some dweeb with the word in the job title.

My “pet car mechanic” who does all my motor vehicle maintenance has owned and run such things as detomaso’s and prancing ponies, all old school stuff, he has no time for the new stuff, it just isn’t engineering to him.

Very very very few people are capable of understanding how a 500 buck bill from him doesn’t represent 500 bucks worth of work, it represents about 1,000 bucks worth of work and 4,000 bucks worth of experience, and he is very selective who he will take on as a customer.

Most people see a 500 buck bill from him, a 500 buck bill from a main dealer, probably better value than the 500 buck bill from him, and the option they go for, the shade tree guy with home depot tools and a sideline fixin’ motors and a 300 buck bill.

Currency is the same, sure, back in the day long before we were all born when “currency” = precious metal coins then currency had a utility, but nowadays currency, like the 2018 ferrari, like everything else in this world, is designed and created, and unless you are an engineer, you won’t understand what that means.

Because what it means is there will be a whole list of “utility” that a thing has to have in addition to the prime function, and it is *incredibly* rare to find a set of circumstances where it is not perfectly normal to expect and allow those additional utility features to eat into the alleged prime function.

Today we could create a currency based upon the kilowatt hour, or the megawatt hour, we’ll call it the “Megabuk”.

A gallon of diesel would set you back around 0.040 Megabuks or 4.0 megacents, it’s easy enough from there to expand it to anything and everything and price it in Megabuks.

There is only one problem, it works perfectly as a currency of exchange, the prime function, but when it comes to that secondary utility wish list, it basically doesn’t exist, because there is no way to game the system, if the energy content of the diesel drops to 38 kwh then it’s worth 3.8 megacents, the 40 kwh/gallon shit is still 4.0 megacents.

If it exists alongside any fiat currency then speculation will kill the fiat currency within 24 hours, because 40 megacents is still 100% equivalent to that gallon of 40 kwh diesel, who gives a shit what Shell Romania says it is worth in local yokel…

Which means that one of the fundamental design principles of EVERY fucking currency will be to include enough of those side utility list items, so that you can play games with the currency and make money by means other than physical production or investment in physical production.

I am as far from a city financial whizz as you can get, but to me it has always seemed that crypto was all side dishes and no main course… I just don’t fucking *get* it, yet I do get the whole idea of a mathematically exponentially limited thing, and a blockchain transaction thing, and I get the idea that if two people agree that buttons have value then those two people can trade in buttons, I just do not see the connection between that and currency.

To me it is no more than a common delusion, as indeed the current British pound Sterling is a common delusion, but GBP I can spend literally anywhere, so it has utility for that and that alone.

I have also always thought that money was talked about wrongly.

To an engineer a statement about watts, or a statement about joules, or a statement about watt/hours are all quite separate things.

It’s the same with money, 200 bucks is a meaningless number, but if you add a “velocity” to it and say 200 bucks a week you have a number that equates to something that a frugal guy with very limited outgoings can live on in the west, it may not be much of a life, but it does represent the potential for survival.

200,000 tied up in a house is therefore a meaningless number, but 2,000 tied up in a hot dog stand that can earn you 150 bucks a day gross and 50 bucks a day nett is not a meaningless number.

A 50 kw battery is meaningless, so is a 50 kwh battery, but a 50kwh battery with 1C 10 hour charge / discharge at 90% efficiency and 5,000 cycles before losing 25% of capacity is not a meaningless number…

All modern fiat currencies are literally, to an engineer type brain, meaningless, 15 bucks an hour minimum wage is meaningless, so all arguments for or against it are meaningless, it is just numbers that are expressly designed to be sold on the main course, but to be gamed on the side dishes, and the side dishes are never mentioned, except in tiny 2 point text in light grey on a white background.

The people who came up with the menu in the first fucking place designed it that way, so it stands to reason that the main course is the bait and switch hook, only a fucking idiot looks at the magician’s left hand etc.

My small business lives and dies not by how much money is in the bank, (what the stock is worth if we had such a thing and were IPO’d) but by how much money comes in and goes out every week, the velocity of money through the business is the only metric that means anything, because it means all those side dishes are also passing through my hand just like a game of pass the parcel, so my exposure is limited and transitory.

If I take on an employee I only care about one thing, the amount of EXTRA money coming in MINUS what it costs me to employ them, it’s not MY fault YOUR business model starts off with you doing fuck all being a manager and having a company mercedes, and then needing three employees to man the shop to hopefully generate enough extra income to support your dead weight, so 10/12/15 bucks an hour minimum wage is neither here nor there.

There either is a job going, or there isn’t, and the ONLY person who can POSSIBLY persuade me to say that there is is the potential employee…. can I make a profit out of you bitch? because if not, what the fuck are you doing here asking for a job?

And making a profit out of you is something that can only be determined by looking at the velocity of money.

1,000 bucks a week turnover if I am trading 40 hours a week is 25 bucks an hour.

You want 12, it will cost me an extra 10 to employ and train you, that brings us up to 22, I want a 8 to make it worth my while, so you need to cause the velocity of money through my business to increase by 30 bucks an hour from the current 25 to 55.

It’s the same as adding an extra load to a power source, unless you increase the power source the source depletes faster.

Having 50k in the business bank account and employing you increasing the velocity from 25 bucks an hour to 50 isn’t worthwhile… but if you only look at the main course you’ll think you’re fat and can afford it easy.

If you look at the side dishes you see 3 bucks an hour at best while the music keeps playing, and an extra set of parcels that you will end up holding every time the fucking music stops, now it’s no longer MY fat to live off in the company bank account, now it’s a trough for all the employees.


It’s all psychology and marketing, from the very concept of “currency” on up.

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