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December 24, 2012

We three kings

of course, there aren’t any kings any more, not like there used to be…. and as for gold, frankincense and myrrh…

When I was a young lad I saw a really crap sci fi film about this blob of stuff that doubled in size / mass every 36 hours, it was clearly based on bacteria…. the money shot in the film was some boffin using a spinning top as a model of the earth, so he sticks a big lump of plasticene in the spinning top, this is what will happen in 720 hours when the blob has eaten europe, and the top wobbles off the table, eg the earth will wobble out of its orbit and everything will die.

Of course this is crap, the entire planet could be converted to blob and stay exactly where it is in orbit, assuming the blob can convert every element in the periodic table to itself, assuming it gets some external energy source to keep doing this conversion, assuming the one thing it never starts eating is itself.. then and only then could you get the planet blob, devoid of all life and all everything except blob, but it would still be in the same orbit with the same axial tilt and rotation, and the moon would still be a lump of dead rock.

Real science vs horror film “science”

And yet, this horror film “science” is EXACTLY the basis for what we can our economies, all of which are predicated on the idea known as “growth”.

It doesn’t matter if growth is 100% in 36 hours as in the film, or 1.5% in 365 days as in a “weak” western economy, they are both, mathematically speaking, exponential functions.

As a small aside, ALGEBRA used to be taught in all schools, it was dropped, and later on, in higher education, CALCULUS was taught, differential equations and all that jazz…. Algebra and Calculus are two utterly different things… you can balance your chequebook or do the accounts for an entire army or bank or country with algebra, and while algebra will allow zero as a number, it will not allow infinity as a number..it is more “1 divided by 0 does not go” than “1 divided by 0 is infinity”

The thing that ALL exponential functions have in common, without any exceptions whatsoever, is once that curve starts climbing the y axis it very very very quickly reaches infinity.

If the sci fi blob had space-faring ability then it doesn’t matter if the growth rate is 100% in 36 hours, or 0.00000001% in 36 hours, by the time it has consumed the solar system the milky way doesn’t have long to live…. this is because the solar system is comprised of a mind staggeringly huge, but still very finite, number of molecules.

If all the gold in the world is 1.5 million kilogrammes, and it is all made into 1, 10 and 50 gram coins, and I lend you 10 grams at 10% compound interest per week, and you make no repayments;

  1. One week later you owe me 11 grams
  2. One year later you owe me 142 grams
  3. Two years later you owe me 20,176 grams (20 kilos)
  4. Three years later you owe me 2, 865,885 grams ( 2.8 tonnes)
  5. Four years later you owe me 407,078,825 grams, one third of all the gold in the world
  6. Five years later you owe me 57,822,669,934 grams, 57 million kilos, or 38 times all the gold in the world.

Fuck it, the week is doable, even the year is possibly doable, just have to mug someone, but a year later it is seriously tough, and a year later we are talking a fort knox heist, and a year later impractical for the USA & China & Russia working together, and a year later flatly impossible for the entire planet working together…

How about a lower rate of interest, not 10% a week, but a rate of interest over fifty times lower, 10% a year… it doesn’t matter, in 200 years you owe me one third of all the gold on the planet, and in 250 years you owe me 38 times all the gold in the world…

..and it is that stage of the exponential curve that goes from one third of all the gold in the world to 38 times all the gold in the world, whereupon it starts to get REALLY steep and ridiculous, that is the common feature of all exponential curves….

You can start with 1 gram of gold at the lowest rate of interest ever given and a couple of thousand years later you owe me an entire solar system made of solid gold…. once that happens I am the only one with any gold, commerce and industry and trade ceases… permanently.

“Growth” then, when spoken of by an economist, is the same as growth when spoken of by a sci fi horror doctor about the one solitary molecule of cancer in your testicles, right now it is nothing, by tonight you’ll have huge and very impressive balls, by midnight you will be 100% alien growth.

So we get to a place where qualitative easing follows qualitative easing, billions of debt turn in to tens, then hundreds, then trillions of debt.

Suddenly Weimar republic and Zimbabwe hyperinflation doesn’t seem like so much a problem any more, when there are more dollars and pounds and yen and so on owed than there are litres of brine in the oceans, and remembering the exponential curves this means there will be more global debt in units of currency than there are molecules in the entire planet……

perhaps, like the sci fi film, we need an agent that will dissolve the blob, while miraculously making no changes to the mass or spin of the planet that the growth of the blob threatened to, at least, according to the storyline…

We can hyperinflate away those burgeoning trillions and quadrillions of fiat currency debt until they are no more substantial than higgs bosons or quarks, dissolving invisibly into the cosmic background radiation.

Trouble is, the problem isn’t and never was the trillions of fiat currency debt… that’s just an inevitable artifact of the actual problem, exponential functions.

Cut to closing scene of sci fi horror film where everyone is partying down like it is 1999 after saving the planet, camera pans down to one remaining cell of the blob, which splits into two…

Because the exponential function is still there.


Much has been talked about FIAT currency, I even mention it here, as opposed to something like a gold backed currency.

The Weimar republic and Zimbabwean hyperinflation were products of fiat currencies, where the ink and paper on a 1,000 dollar bill is worth more than 1,000 bucks, so you have to make it a million dollar bill, then a hundred million dollar bill.

Fact is, we no longer have FIAT currencies.

You can roast a banker on a stack of burning ten trillion dollar notes, and then wipe your ass with them afterwards.

This is perhaps one of the most important things you have read in 2012.

We no longer have FIAT currencies.

We now have VIRTUAL currencies, traded virtually, in a world where the lightspeed limits of moving a trading house 50 miles closer to the stock exchange can lower ping times enough to gain advantages in HFT (high frequency trading) events that are over in milliseconds.

You can’t burn bits and bytes… and unlike anything based however loosely on real world physical phenomena such as paper and ink, the supply is essentially infinite…. you can quite trivially inflate the money supply to the point where there are more virtual dollars in existence than there are atoms in the universe.

1 x 10 exp 82, that is a 1 with 82 zeroes after it.


I can make that dollars, easy peasy


“You owe me the galaxy of Andromeda”

It is, literally, lunacy, but it is where we are at, our counting system for “keeping score” of who does what, who produces what, how much things cost to make and store and ship, has become completely virtual and completely arbitrary.

It’s a bit like the 1960’s programmers using two digit year codes and not worrying about y2k, they were not stupid people, far from it, but today solutions trump tomorrow’s consequences.

The same is true of the world of finance, despite popular belief, many of the worlds leading bankers and financiers are not merely stupid or greedy or power crazed fiends.

Like everyone else today they were born into a world where we shifted from one archaic system of monetary exchange based on precious metals, to another one based on fiat currency which is loosely tied to the amount of energy in a barrel of crude oil.

Going back to gold and silver coins isn’t the solution, fiat currency isn’t the solution, and as the world outside of the upper echelons of banking, and readers of this blog, is starting to realise virtual currencies aren’t the solution either.

Introducing calculus, an exponential function, into currency was the PROBLEM, it isn’t a new problem, 2,000 years ago the bible warned about usury, not because it begats evil bankers, but because it is an exponential function, and therefore a cancer.

I suspect, strongly, that as the cure is too daunting to stomach, we will see another band aid placed on exponential function, and weimar style deflation of virtual currencies….

A simple bash script run on all the banks saying “divide every single customer’s account by 100” will do the trick, the same trick as above with the gold, by shifting the steeper slopes of the exponential curve away to the right and further into the future.

Now you earn $20 dollars and hour and have $2,000 dollars savings and $200,000 owing on your mortgage and a gallon of gas is $4

Divide by 100 and you earn 20 cents an hour, have 20 dollars in savings, a 20k mortgage, and a gallon of gas is 4 cents, YOU are in EXACTLY the same place financially, in terms of buying power etc, but the exponential curve just got shifted further away to the right.


November 19, 2012

Farming the fiat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

The rest, as they say, is history.

Why did the tobacco company hire Bernays?

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


November 5, 2012

Comment of the week

In the story here

This comment

I paid for my ticket and had nothing to do with your pregnancy – so I won’t be offering you my seat. Tough.
aargonaut , Birmingham, United Kingdom, 05/11/2012 13:03

A-fucking-men brother.

It appears from the article that those most aware of the scam, wimminz themselves, have the least sympathy for another wimminz trying to pull the same scam on them, welcome to the brave new world you built wimminz.

This reminds me of the scenario where as a single guy you end up in a pub with a couple, and you buy a round, and the man of the couple buys a round, and then they look at you to buy the next round, and you look at them and say “three drinks in the round, the third drinker now needs to buy their share” and look pointedly at the wimminz, who again, being the scam artist themselves, has the least sympathy for my position when I explain it, and starts in on the husband when he says my point is valid, if I am a bit mean…

Still, with less than 48 hours to go before the free world knows that those who control the USA have chosen to stick with the niggerz they know and can control in the white house (the only pre-election promise Obama has kept is buying his kids a fucking rat) we are all set for the wheels to start falling off the wagon, and for certain players to take one of the layers of masks off and reveal their truer faces.

I have talked before about young wimminz who are single mummies who have series of videos of themselves being gangbanged on t’internet, arguably the future for these wimminz and their womb turds is less complex than our current western economies and financial structures… so when the masks come off the future is going to be “Interesting” for a whole lot of people, and when the tears come the response inevitably is going to be a shrug and a “Deal with it!”

Many moons ago I had a crew on a job, the job turned out to be a lot more complex than it initially appeared, and on the other side of the coin was a large venture that was going nowhere until the job was done, and the gods of the costs of downtime started to rear their heads.

I went to the heads of the venture and laid it out, we can do it this way and the downtime bites you in the ass, or we can tear up the current agreement, work till be drop and it costs what it costs, but it is still far cheaper than the downtime, what do you want?

They said do it, so I pulled the crew together and laid it out and asked for any problems, they were not happy, so I asked how much an hour would make them happy, they said 3x the current hourly rate, I said OK, no argument, then two guys said actually I had promised to take the missus shopping tonight, it being a friday night, so I said if I take care of that too will you work.. the crew agreed. I also pulled in a few more casuals for the crew… know any mates who can do this and need some fast money?

The two women were sent taxis, all paid for, and sent to the local hypermarket, all shopping paid for, the other guys in the crew had (multiple) cases of beer brought to the site and placed in their vehicles.

Some one else turned up with copious quantities of cold soft drinks, cold water and smokes, all free, help yourself. Every three hours that person went off and returned with takeaway. A couple of cots were brought along and there is a place to lie down and relax for an hour or two as the need took you.

We worked basically 20 hours straight, which meant in one long day we did five days work, which saved three days downtime for the heads of the large venture, which was orders of magnitude larger than the increased labour costs they were looking at.

More to the point it was good quality work, very very good quality work.

I told the crew to go home and wash up, see you all in two hours at x bar.

I went to the heads of the large venture and we all went to the bank together, they drew a wad of cash and paid me, I went to the bar and doled out an appropriate wad for each guy on the crew.

Everyone was as happy as a pig in shit, even the wives were happy.

The heads of the large venture called me and invited me around for drinks, they were very impressed, liked my style, I told them that a very old man gave me some very good advice years ago about what it meant to be a good manager.

A good manager is a two way bullshit filter, he stops the guys on the shop floor being hassled by the upper management, and he stops the upper management having to deal with workers issues

They offered me a job on the spot, I said thanks but declined, they handed me their cards and said if ever I changed my mind.

I did not tell them the real reason I did not take the job, the other bit of advice from that guy, “Never work for anyone who knows less than you.

That came out of left field, but I think it is relevant to November 2012 just before the US elections and before the wheels fall off the circus car that is our western fiscal policy.

It would be hard to imagine people who know less than those currently at the wheel, and this is endemic across business and politics and finance.

The heads of the large venture never made the connect between the fact that they needed the services I provided, and the fact that most the of “grunt” employees were Filipino’s on peanuts.

That was 1988, and shit has gone downhill since then.

Commenter “aargonaut” above in the daily fail gets it, so very few do…

July 16, 2012

Oh won’t you take me on a, sea cruise.. ooh ee baby

I dunno that wimminz are intrinsically hard wired to be baser than men, but men are certainly hard wired to give each other a hard time for failing to live up to the standards of the day.

Back when I was a kid and there were no fat bastards visible in school photographs, you had the odd kid in every year who was a little overweight, that kid was always “fatso” or some variation on this, and then when there was National Service the fat kid was the one who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, and as a result received a ton of abuse from everyone else.

Fatso lost weight, because as Corporal Marsh (“My name is Corporal Marsh, that is spelt B-A-S-T-A-R-D!“) used to say, they were no fat bastards in Belsen, genetics my hairy ass.

So we went from men who ran away to sea for the Battle of Jutland in WW1, who were re-enlisted into the wavy navy and torpedoed (and sank) THREE separate fucking times on the Murmansk run on tankers in WW2, and lived to tell the tale, whose five kids were ALL in the services in WW2, who come home from one torpedoing to be handed a white fucking feather by some skank ho cunt within 24 hours of getting back on dry land. (this is an actual true story)

Because you see much of the “men moderating other men’s behaviour” was still very much in play, snapping the skank ho cunts neck, which she richly deserved, would have resulted in his own demise at the hands of other men.

But, post WW2, millions of men came home to countries that discarded them, in the USA some of these guys said fuck it, bought surplus sidevalve harleys and formed what later became bike clubs.

Lots of those who came back in the UK found wives who were pregnant with other men’s kids, those in protected trades, civil servants, and other men home on leave from the front.

And then the rot really set in, when all the commies and socialists established themselves in the Technical Colleges and Universities, and they themselves gave rise to the whole socialist teacher thing, who gave rise so socialist students, who themselves became teachers, and everyone turned into a bleeding heart pansy.

Men’s moderation of other men’s behaviour was increasingly curtailed, as was women’s moderations of young wimminz behaviour, and then along came the contraceptive pill.

Men’s role and ability to instil discipline and order within their own homes and families was steadily eroded, if we brought back 1950’s style National Service now, instead of one fat bastard who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, there would be one slim bastard who could, and everyone else would be suing Corporal Marsh for abusing them and making them cry like the babies they are.

Saying “No, we don’t have the fucking money for you to have your own new car, go to the hairdressers every week, your own store card and three fucking foreign holidays a year” is now considered such serious “abuse” that it is worthy of divorce and loss of all your assets and children, but you still get to pay.

Last week on PoF some rode hard 40 year old psycho skank ho says to me that she is looking for a rich man to spend all his money on her, I laugh and say meanwhile back in the real fucking world…. fuck it, even if I was interested in paying for it I could get three 16 year old sluts for what this 40 year old slut would expect me to spend on her, what with her acquired tasted and elevated self worth.

Meanwhile there is a link on Zerohedge to a guy who lived through the Bosnian thing commenting in a preppers forum, talking about a tin of corned beef buying wives and daughters for a couple of hours, a bic lighter being worth more than an ounce of gold, and a car battery being worth two rifles and some ammo… of yeah, and a bar of soap and antibiotics worth so much they were never traded for anything, ever, because they really were life and death possessions.

Oh yeah, if ANYONE else thought you had a stash, you got dead real quick.

Without fucking exception, guys who have lived through this shit all say the same fucking two things;

1/ TSHTF *real* soon after everyone started saying everything was all right now and we were past the worst of it.

2/ Today’s enemies were yesterday’s friends.

So today in summer 2012 in the western world there is more debt floating around than you can possibly imagine, so much debt that simply wiping 90% of it out still won’t balance the books, so we really have two fucking options.

1/ Wipe the debt out TOTALLY, which means simply erasing all currencies and banks worldwide. Game over.

2/ Don’t wipe the debt out, which means a mixture of indentured servitude, Weimar republic style devaluation, and something to replace commerce in the interim, e.g. nationalisation of assets and then war and seizure of assets.

Economists have known for decades that a married man with a stay at home wife raising the kids is more productive (production includes consumption, it is nett) than a divorced dad or single man PLUS a single mum, for starters it is one home to run…

Plus those of us old enough to remember a different way are now at or approaching retirement age, I may still be able to work a modern 20 year old man into the ground, but I am not a patch on what I used to be, so the only way out is to offer me the Master (/Apprentice) role in charge of a bunch of young men, who, unless I can be Corporal Marsh will just cry and run away.

Those who are prepared to put up with Corporal Marsh are the young guns, the young MGTOW, they know the fucking score, but assholes to you if you think they are going to share the fruits of their labour with anyone else, especially wimminz…. why share when a tin of out of date corned beef will get you any wimminz you like for a couple of hours…

If you don’t have a TRADE, a SKILL, such as mechanic, plumber, carpenter, medic, road builder, electrician, etc, then you are just going to be cannon fodder along with the buggy whip makers and nail technicians and hairdressers.


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