The Slut Moth

This animal, splayed thoroughly, cunt tossed up as far in the air as it could possibly go, has been patiently awaiting on my wall for most of the day.

It is a better woman than most women you know ; and you have hereby witnessed two miracles -- the lesser of which being, finally, a Trilema title adequate to the article content.

See you next time!

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Wednesday, 21 December, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Savages

The Savagesi is a delightful production by the same woman that did Slums of Beverly Hills. Inexplicably, Tamara Jenkins doesn't top the charts of "women that made something of themselves outside the house", is strictly unknown on jezebel.com and so on. For shame, as far as female directors working this millenium, the list begins and ends with her.

Philip Seymour Hoffman plays the part of brother to an anodyne, wanna-be Kristen Wiig type of character (filled unremarkably by some random B list face, I forget her name). He's knee deep in the "US Academia"ii chumpatron ; she's defrauding FEMA. He's losing his Polish girlfriend to the fact that there's no room and no future for "intellectuals" misrepresented as some sort of spiritual issue ; she's fucking some cab driver for very little money. The scene where brother leaves sister some cash on the motel nightstand after having spent the night together is very, very subversive. It yields to a defeated, gray, pointless America "this is how poor you are"! The defeated, gray, pointless America rates this 7/10 and looks away. It does not wish to see. Not this, not that cannibalism is the next stop, none of it. Percocet ? Do you take Xanax too ? Like on the pen ?

The attention to detail is fabulous, not just in the case of the actoriii but throughout. The car is exactly right, "graduate student car". The Timberlands, the borderline sleeve, the whole shebang is there. Here, tell me how this reads to you :

Dear Selection Committee,

If awarded your prestigious fellowship for artistic creation, I would use the money to complete the writing and research of my new, semi-autobiographical play... of my new, subversive, semi-autobiographical play about my childhood entitled WAKE ME WHEN IT'S OVER.

Inspired by the work of Jean Genet, the cartoons of Lynda Barry and the family dramas of Eugene O'Neil, my piece of shit tells the story of a brother and sister who -- after being abandoned by their abusive father -- are forced to fend for themselves when their depressive mother goes out on a date... from which she never returns...

Sincerely...

You see ? "Dear" applied to something she couldn't possibly hold dear, for it doesn't per se exist rhyming with hollow flattery, infantile and out of place in the first line. Straight to the money, that's what it is, she wants prestige for the money, and probably money for prestige, and sex for the relationship and relationship for the sex and a cat for the tv and the tv for the furniture and Percocet to wake her up and her head on a fucking stick already. Subversive, you see. There's something subversive about a 36 yo girly that's still stuck in her childhood, derping at some similar retard (literally, retard, this is the medical term describing 12 year olds captive in 36 year old bodies) because some random guy dared talk to them and hurr durr who knows, maybe they're important now and should have opinions on things. She's watched some cartoons and is now ready to write. About herself! People would certainly want to read that, right ? She was affected!

Even the title's well chosen. You have to watch this.

———2007, by Tamara Jenkins, with Philip Seymour Hoffman. [↩]You know, "the premiere science and engineering institution in the world" producing piles of "graduates" that can't light a lightbulb. [↩]Have you noticed this, by the way ? PSH is always well prepared, he studies, he doesn't ever say stupid crap "just because it was on the script", he might be one of the most serious actors in the history of US cinema, when it comes to doing homework.

This matters. It matters a lot more than Tom Cruise's pretty face. [↩]

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Wednesday, 30 March, Year 8 d.Tr.

The sad state of Bitcoin code

There's been discussion on this topic for many years now, and a solid consensus in the Republic on the matter. Yet it never ceases to shock and disturb :

mircea_popescu unsigned char pchSig[10000]; // Can anyone explain why 10`000 ? Enough with the magic numbers already. 0)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- {

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (!pwalletMain->Unlock(strWalletPass))

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-14, "Error: The wallet passphrase entered was incorrect.");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- }

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (!pwalletMain->IsCrypted())

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-15, "Error: running with an unencrypted wallet, but walletpassphrasechange was called.");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- // TODO: get rid of these .c_str() calls by implementing SecureString::operator=(std::string)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: // Alternately, find a way to make params[0] mlock()'d to begin with.

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- SecureString strOldWalletPass;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: strOldWalletPass.reserve(100);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: strOldWalletPass = params[0].get_str().c_str();

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- SecureString strNewWalletPass;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: strNewWalletPass.reserve(100);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: strNewWalletPass = params[1].get_str().c_str();

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (strOldWalletPass.length() < 1 || strNewWalletPass.length() < 1)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- throw runtime_error(

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (!pwalletMain->ChangeWalletPassphrase(strOldWalletPass, strNewWalletPass))

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-14, "Error: The wallet passphrase entered was incorrect.");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (!pwalletMain->IsCrypted())

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-15, "Error: running with an unencrypted wallet, but walletlock was called.");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (pwalletMain->IsCrypted())

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-15, "Error: running with an encrypted wallet, but encryptwallet was called.");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- // TODO: get rid of this .c_str() by implementing SecureString::operator=(std::string)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: // Alternately, find a way to make params[0] mlock()'d to begin with.

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- SecureString strWalletPass;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: strWalletPass.reserve(100);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: strWalletPass = params[0].get_str().c_str();

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (!pwalletMain->EncryptWallet(strWalletPass))

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-16, "Error: Failed to encrypt the wallet.");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (vNodes.empty())

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-9, "Bitcoin is not connected!");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (IsInitialBlockDownload())

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-10, "Bitcoin is downloading blocks...");

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (pindexPrev != pindexBest ||

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: (nTransactionsUpdated != nTransactionsUpdatedLast && GetTime() - nStart > 60))

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- {

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (!pblock)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-7, "Out of memory");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- vNewBlock.push_back(pblock);

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- // Prebuild hash buffers

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: char pmidstate[32];

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: char pdata[128];

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: char phash1[64];

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: FormatHashBuffers(pblock, pmidstate, pdata, phash1);

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- // Parse parameters

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: vector vchData = ParseHex(params[0].get_str());

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (vchData.size() != 128)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-8, "Invalid parameter");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: CBlock* pdata = (CBlock*)&vchData[0];

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- // Byte reverse

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: for (int i = 0; i < 128/4; i++)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- ( (unsigned int*)pdata)[i] = ByteReverse( ( (unsigned int*)pdata)[i]);

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (vNodes.empty())

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-9, "Bitcoin is not connected!");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (IsInitialBlockDownload())

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-10, "Bitcoin is downloading blocks...");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (!pblock)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: throw JSONRPCError(-7, "Out of memory");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- }

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp:string rfc1123Time()

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-{

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: char buffer[64];

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- time_t now;

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-{

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (nStatus == 401)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: return strprintf("HTTP/1.0 401 Authorization Required\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- "Date: %s\r\n"

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- "Content-Type: text/html\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: "Content-Length: 296\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- "\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: "\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- "\r\n"

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- "Error\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: "\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- "\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: "401 Unauthorized.\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: "\r\n", rfc1123Time().c_str(), FormatFullVersion().c_str());

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- const char *cStatus;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (nStatus == 200) cStatus = "OK";

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: else if (nStatus == 400) cStatus = "Bad Request";

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: else if (nStatus == 403) cStatus = "Forbidden";

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: else if (nStatus == 404) cStatus = "Not Found";

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: else if (nStatus == 500) cStatus = "Internal Server Error";

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- else cStatus = "";

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- return strprintf(

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: "HTTP/1.1 %d %s\r\n"

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- "Date: %s\r\n"

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- boost::split(vWords, str, boost::is_any_of(" "));

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (vWords.size() < 2)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: return 500;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: return atoi(vWords[1].c_str());

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-}

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- int nLen = ReadHTTPHeader(stream, mapHeadersRet);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (nLen < 0 || nLen > MAX_SIZE)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: return 500;

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- string strAuth = mapHeaders["authorization"];

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (strAuth.substr(0,6) != "Basic ")

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- return false;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: string strUserPass64 = strAuth.substr(6); boost::trim(strUserPass64);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: string strUserPass = DecodeBase64(strUserPass64);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- return strUserPass == strRPCUserColonPass;

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-//

./bitcoinrpc.cpp:// JSON-RPC protocol. Bitcoin speaks version 1.0 for maximum compatibility,

./bitcoinrpc.cpp:// but uses JSON-RPC 1.1/2.0 standards for parts of the 1.0 standard that were

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-// unspecified (HTTP errors and contents of 'error').

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-//

./bitcoinrpc.cpp:// 1.0 spec: http://json-rpc.org/wiki/specification

./bitcoinrpc.cpp:// 1.2 spec: http://groups.google.com/group/json-rpc/web/json-rpc-over-http

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-// http://www.codeproject.com/KB/recipes/JSON_Spirit.aspx

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- // Send error reply from json-rpc error object

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: int nStatus = 500;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- int code = find_value(objError, "code").get_int();

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: if (code == -32600) nStatus = 400;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: else if (code == -32601) nStatus = 404;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- string strReply = JSONRPCReply(Value::null, objError, id);

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- {

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: vnThreadsRunning[4]++;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: ThreadRPCServer2(parg);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: vnThreadsRunning[4]--;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- }

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- catch (std::exception& e) {

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: vnThreadsRunning[4]--;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- PrintException(&e, "ThreadRPCServer()");

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- } catch (...) {

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: vnThreadsRunning[4]--;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- PrintException(NULL, "ThreadRPCServer()");

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- {

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: unsigned char rand_pwd[32];

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: RAND_bytes(rand_pwd, 32);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- string strWhatAmI = "To use bitcoind";

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- GetConfigFile().c_str(),

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: EncodeBase58(&rand_pwd[0],&rand_pwd[0]+32).c_str());

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- CreateThread(Shutdown, NULL);

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: asio::ip::address bindAddress = mapArgs.count("-rpcallowip") ? asio::ip::address_v4::any() : asio::ip::address_v4::loopback();

./bitcoinrpc.cpp-

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- asio::io_service io_service;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: ip::tcp::endpoint endpoint(bindAddress, GetArg("-rpcport", 8332));

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- ip::tcp::acceptor acceptor(io_service, endpoint);

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- ip::tcp::endpoint peer;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: vnThreadsRunning[4]--;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- acceptor.accept(*stream.rdbuf(), peer);

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: vnThreadsRunning[4]++;

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- if (fShutdown)

--

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- // snipsnipsnip

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: // Only send a 403 if we're not using SSL to prevent a DoS during the SSL handshake.

./bitcoinrpc.cpp- //if (!fUseSSL)

./bitcoinrpc.cpp: stream

Thursday, 21 January, Year 8 d.Tr.

The recent Phuctor finds, explained.

~ Introductory Part ~

In which we explain the concepts involved in such a manner that anyone interested in computers forms a correct and hopefully complete understanding of the matters discussed.

I. What is RSA ?

RSA is a method for creating asymmetric keysi that relies on some properties of numbersii.

Various larger entities (such as government agencies), jealous of the fact that private persons can, with minimal expenditure, exchange secrets safely have been working hard and for many decades to weaken this cryptographic system as much as possible, and destroy it as soon as possible. Part of their efforts is the push towards Elliptic Curve Cryptography (ECC) to replace RSA, in spite of obvious mathematical weaknesses in this proposition. Part of the same efforts have been numerous and diverse implementation flaws, so that the promise of mathematics is not realised by the capabilities of the software.

II. Why should the exponent e be prime ?

There's no requirement per se, mathematically, for e to be prime. However, e must be coprimeiii with phi(N), because otherwise messages encrypted can no longer be singularily decrypted (ie, the decryption process allows multiple ambiguous solutions).

In practice, however, it is a lot cheaper to pick a prime exponent, than to check and make sure the exponent shares no factors with N or phi(N), much like in practice it is a lot cheaper to not drive through the swamp than to clean your car after you have. For this reason, nonprime e is generally an indication of subversion of the cryptosystem implementation on other levels, and should be seriously investigated (much like a person who prefers to drive through the swamp has probably other issues as well).

III. What is Phuctor ?

Phuctor is a free service of No Such lAbsiv that checks RSA keys for various weaknesses and vulnerabilities. It is slightly infamous among non-governmental and anti-governmental communities for the various shenanigans government-aligned websites have engaged in to try and suppress it.

~ The Actual Finds ~

There are three major items Phuctor has found.

I. The Northrop Grumman key.

As a factual matter, a keyv describing itself as

Security; Northrop Grumman PGP Root-CA; TRW-Root-CA - TRW/SEG/ITS/IS <trw-root-ca@trw.com>;

uses exponent (e) 16385, which is not a prime numbervi. Why and wherefore is not clear, nor are there any apparent hits for such a wonder on the public Internet. It should be interesting to hear what happened here, although it is somewhat improbable we'll get to the bottom of this story before complete-victory-against-USG day.

II. The 35vii exponent.

A large number of keys with exponent 35 have been identified, both for sshviii and pgpix. This would seem to indicate an implementation flaw in a package used by many peoplex. Whether this flaw is intentional or accidental is not obvious (bearing in mind that in cryptography, "accidental flaws" are about as rare as accidental copulation is in the bedroom), but it appears that some organisationsxi have been thoroughly infected.

III. Strange, large, nonprime exponents.

A variety of these have been identified : 3765668207 ; 4202608123 ; 2307795757 ; 2205267067xii all the way to something as large as

807925151782775182517871917216748799011102566742887100803258635688

116378471697272329930035288072836592217949023047450487352988978762

273027377203809661207078015771934182524902293754943759741302669901

440959601689206919805466065493904045952358461904261764541146300907

626072189397288526645215188809978098259638047858334741708560517124

369664114237371404400883158051451945141483275654817711507853756464

821604427918148590092961546433939958778807541147610092440330832180

780678142117770505243128927543173283086741963564516417448376149931

708824965955388129159735933388590053385830740116132961965123803704

8388963402764899057665

The usual exponent is 65537. This number is used because it is actually a prime number, and because it simplifies calculations significantlyxiii. While there may exist good reasons someone used nonprime, large, strange exponents - such as for instance playing around to learn the ropes - nevertheless if unintentional they may be very notable as indicators of other serious problemsxiv with a given implementation of RSA.

~ What to do ~

You can follow along, either here, on #trilema or on Phuctor's stats page. We are in possession of pretty much every RSA key ever made, and will be going through all of them.

If you are the inquisitive type you might also investigate, either the problems here discussed or other related, derived or entirely novel problems of your own devising.

———Asymmetric key systems are the only practicable way for people to exchange secrets on the cheap. The alternative, absent these, is using OTPs (One Time Pads) which require sharing a secret in the past, and keeping it secret in the present, to be able to share a secret in the future. [↩]Specifically, that it is a lot easier for you to compute the product of 11, 13 and 17 than for you to find the factors that compose the number 2`431. [↩]This means, have no shared divisors. For instance, 16 and 25 are coprime, even if neither is prime (16 is divisible with 2, 4 and 8 ; whereas 25 with 5). Meanwhile, 11 and 77 are not coprime, even if 11 is itself prime. [↩]MPEx:S.NSA [↩]80F007FBD8F9950E492F6A2C720FF5C3136DFE1DEC5CE4125B546ADF837AD4A2 [↩]Also seen, for instance, in the signature of one John M. N. McInerney from Encyclopaedia Britannica, or Joe Bradley from ait.nrl.navy.mil. [↩]And other such remarkably low non prime values, such as 21, or, mind-bendingly, one. [↩]Secure SHell, a protocol for securely communicating with remote servers. [↩]Pretty Good Privacy, a protocol for exchanging arbitrary encrypted data. [↩]Including ssh://hook.piratpartiet.se; ssh://lab-1.mit.edu; ssh://www.gulp.linux.it; ssh://kg-dev.vlsci.unimelb.edu.au; ssh://dev.cjadvertising.com; [↩]Such as, for instance, something called mayfirst.org, or for that matter numerous people from FSFE. [↩]This and the previous belong to one Soren Hansen <tsh@warma.dk>; Soren Hansen <tsh@linux2go.dk>; Soren Hansen <tsoren@ubuntu.com>; Soren Hansen <tshawarma@ubuntu.com>; Soren Hansen <tsoren@canonical.com>; Soren Hansen <tsoren.hansen@canonical.com>; [↩]65537 being a 10000000000000001 in binary, multiplications by it are much much faster than otherwise. Intuitively this is obvious, if you must multiply 11111 with 10000000000000001 the result will be 1111110000000000011111, a result you can obtain and verify without even thinking that 111111 in binary is 63 in decimal notation.

This, of course, is not without its own pitfalls. [↩]Such as perhaps an overflow of some kind, as the most obvious, banal example. [↩]

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Saturday, 23 April, Year 8 d.Tr.

The problems of [the female notion of] sacrifice

It's not that the notion of sacrifice is inaccessible or hermetic to the female mind, it's simply that it doesn't come naturally. Just about any human female could be educated to use the terminology and corresponding conceptual framework correctly, and I personally know exemplars that have been and therefore do, but outside of specific and deliberate artfulness the natural female notion of sacrifice is "sacrifice qua there's a cunt between my legs", not sacrifice qua sacrifice.

That said, let's get to the point, eventually, but meander a little first.

mircea_popescu "Arrival is an excruciating ode to the holy mother's spring sacrifice. Instead of dazzling with feats of shoostment, punching, swordplay, or skillful maneuvering of ICEmobiles, Arrival wallops one incessantly with the great sacrifice of parenthood and just how far woman will go for her babies, especially if that baby is everyone and the sacrifice just the guy she hooked up with that one time when everyone got real stressed out about aliens."

mircea_popescu Dude has it, clearly. Ben Vulpes will produce one gem per article, he's got a geological process going on in his skull and the result is these geodes of an article whereby among the silt there's gems. "JUST THE SHE THAT ONE TIME WHEN EVERYONE " is 100% of the moral/ethical mental process of every USian under 30i. That's the whole thing. Just the thought they have that one time when everyone's looking down at them. Thassit. Meanwhile the female mind, having betrayed the faith she owes the maleii, is taking refuge in teary-eyed imaginations of "sacrifices" ; in a defensive paleocortex process veheheheery well known by the survivors of the communist countriesiii. "oh, those were the times, I HAD TO SACRIFICE" says every despicable old Quisling whore. Mno bitch, you didn't have to sacrifice anything, you're just a blob of fat. Blobs of fat don't "sacrifice", they just get bought and sold.

Now then : import the cognitive framework laid out in A complete theory of politics and let's work together. A "nation" or "state" or "republic" or however you'd call aiv sovereign group of people is going to be a proxy for the involved alphas and nothing more. The females involved owe themselves to those alphas -- unless you want to be onev you must be with one, that's the call of life -- and the betas are literally not worth the mention.

If there will be more than one group, as there always will be for reasons we shan't discuss here, then it is possible that conflict creates a hierarchy among the groups. This means a lot more than meets the eye -- firstly, it means the physical destruction of the defeated alphas. This isn't optional, or some sort of "ancient barbarity" meanwhile excised from history or any such thing, it is an absolute rule of life, you're either right or wrong and dominance does not survive being wrong. It doesn't even take the winners doing anything -- the losers will drink themselves to death if need be, whatever it takes the extermination of loser alphas will go through as it must.

The definitions of wrongness involved, the exact workings on the contest are complex and complicated of course, and it happened in history often enough that a group lost just as it thought it had won, it may even be impossible for the average direct participant to evaluate who actually wonvi. Nevertheless, once there's disagreement there's conflict and once there's conflict there's going to be a winner, and the losers will need eulogies written.

Once their alphas are defeated, a chasm opens for women. Their options are strictly two, and the dilemma unyielding : will they be whores, and write the eulogies ? Or will they be mothers, and be traded like sacks of flesh on an open market that's not open for themvii ? It's counterintuitive, but nevertheless : the respectable solution implies indignityviii whereas the shameful solution requires the utter poltroonism of "sacrifice" in the sense of forgetting the man to focus on the child.ix

The problem of the female notion of sacrifice is that what they call sacrifice isn't.

———Yes, you're all female. You are. You know you are. [↩]This is a thing. Writing a proper eulogy requires close understanding of some things the nursery dwellers can not, for that reason, comprehend. [↩]See the butthurt ensuing from Vina Batrinilor, it'll get you halfway there. [↩]Literally any one without exception, the theory actually covers all known cases and I daresay it will cover all possible cases. [↩]Traditionally, the groups known to history take a very dim view of the female inclination of being one.

This is to my mind explained by biological accident, in the sense that the female body being optimized for a different function it lacks the easements then directly measured in contest, which is to say muscular power. The fact that no woman could outrun even a mediocre man, to not even get into the sadness of upper body strength differentials led the ancients and the medievals to conclude that rather than banking the abomination physical training turns the female body into for the dubious payoff of yet another submediocre man, the roles should be strictly separated and that's that.

This view may have been reasonable for the time, even if women had much smaller tits back then, and tiny butts by comparison. Nevertheless, times have changed, muscular power is no longer the decider of contests, and consequently the strict separation of yesteryear has scarcely any merit left. It is dubious whether women can think, of course, but then again it's equally dubious whether men can. It's true that women will probably want to have children, but then again men will probably want to drink. Neither in capacity nor in sin is there substantial difference of the categorical sort present a thousand or ten thousand years ago, and so there really is no basis : should any woman wish to be an alpha male, let her be one.

But hark, that she'd better be an alpha male, there is no place and no room and no sense in trying to be an "alpha female". There is no such thing, humans are pretentious monkeys not pretentious wolves.

I know that you don't want to listen to your elders, I know that a bunch of inept women inculcated in you the absurd, nonsensical notion that you don't have to listen to those who know better, but try and hold all that deliberately constructed stupidity quiet for a moment and think : life on Earth is improbable, most of the things that are "obviously" and "of course" and normal and natural are actually very fucking unlikely, if you do proceed on the basis of nude and crude deductive reasoning, "X so then why not Y" you're bound to find out on your own skin just how fucking unlikely that X was in the first place. Things that can not be yet can be represented abound, by some counts there's just as many irrational numbers as there's rational even if you only met a couple of them, the space is vast and the odds of you stumbling on a working crevice just because you want to are epsilon which means nil once you add in the time constraints of human life. [↩]Often stated as "X won the war but Y won the peace", as it happened to Charles' men who "conquered" Italy only to lose their life, and their country, to the Doge's whores. The hardworking girls won the peace, and it trumped the loud boys' winning of the "war". [↩]Revisit the self-evaluation guide, and consider : is the pork market open for the pig ? It's not, is it : by the time the pig is pork it is no pig no more. [↩]If you wonder why and wherefore the gypsies, who never actually won a war, still exist as a nation, recall that their girls start working the cunt as soon as it bleeds. And I do mean working, quite in the sense, for pay.

Speaking of which, the whorishness of Rachel is the deep reason Jews are still around today. Naught else, and certainly not "their friends" in Paris, or then London, or then Washington and Moscow. [↩]Because "the future", of course. Have you yet noticed the pattern whereby buying the future is fucking yourself over ?

Because if you haven't, there's a noi culmi glorioase ale constructiei socialismului si comunismului in patria noastra waiting for you. From what I hear it ain't pretty. [↩]

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Thursday, 29 December, Year 8 d.Tr.

The pop of the day and other items of virtual economy

My experience so far as the main economic regulator of the economy in Eulorai has been roughly speaking hell.ii Allow me to compartiii.

One principle, readily accepted when it comes to creating persistent virtual worlds is that items, no matter how virtual they may be, must nevertheless not be created out of thin air, but instead must be created from other items of the same virtuality.iv

Another principle, idem readily accepted when it comes to creating immersive virtual worlds is that the player must be able to create all the items that may exist. Remember what a big deal it was when first person shooters finally added bullet holes into the walls ? Myeah.

Well, once you've accepted these two principles, congrats, you're fucked. Specifically, here's the Virtual Goods triangle : you can have a virtual economy that scales to accomodate human interest ; you can have a virtual economy that's immersive ; you can have a virtual economy that's persistent. Pick any two.

Yes, pick any two. You can't have all three, and to illustrate this point, yet another log snippet :

mircea_popescu so i have a few Unsteady Scaffoldings q 158 available i could conceivably part with. ideal item for digging up select remarkable claims. lemme know.v [20:25]

diana_coman mircea_popescu, 1.2mn for 2 of those us? [21:24]

mircea_popescu aka 130%vi i'm better off making cft apparently. [21:26]

diana_coman hm, what do you want for the us? [21:27]

mircea_popescu diana_coman i'd take 1.2mn bv of low q ibs say.vii [21:30]

diana_coman mircea_popescu, what is low q there? [21:30]

mircea_popescu anything under say 80 or so ? [21:31]

* diana_coman fires up calc [21:31]

diana_coman do you have f and sr for that? so like 67k sr and 134k f? [21:35]

diana_coman mircea_popescu, how about ibs at 123q or there? [21:38]

diana_coman I could do that with my own f+sr [21:40]

mircea_popescu diana_coman i'd also take F and SR at q 5, same deal. [21:40]

diana_coman but ibs at 123q, not at 5q [21:40]

mircea_popescu but the idea here is to get a noob looking to rank tinkering and feed him your own basics really [21:40]

diana_coman yeah, I know, kind of running after noobs to get that, but it doesn't seem to go very quickly or something [21:40]

mircea_popescu upping your own craft is barely worth it for me, get what, measily 20-30 points and the bp is 10 anywya [21:41]

diana_coman I wouldn't mind getting it to the noobs, but that makes it such a huge quantity that atm I can't quite see where I'd get the high q sr+f for it all esp since ordinaries of sr take SLITHY TOVE [21:41]

diana_coman that's the trouble: us seems to be a luxury atm

If you have any talent for a high ranking position in finance, you already spotted the problem : currency is being substituted in the marketplace! This is the meaning of my "the mayo is cutting"viii commentix, always and everywhere an unmitigated disaster. The next step is for Heina to start taking payment for training in IBS and it's goodnight Gracie, we've completely lost scaling.

In general, ECu has a few important functions in Eulora. The most obviously important is that if you wish to take your resources out, you will have to transform them into ECu, but currently nobody wants to take anything out - net inflows are something outright scary and have been for quite a while.x Another obvious function, if necessarily modest in economic terms, is the cost of training - players have to pay cash to level their skills. There is however no requirement to do so, and unlike every other game there are quite credible niches for noob players in Eulora, so this does not constitute a "money sink"xi like it does in your run of the mill MMORPG, but merely an optionality. And that's just about it - there's also a tiny fee for breaking coins into smaller denominations, but it doesn't really merit mention.

So how is a new player supposed to get items to play with ? Oh, that's easy, buy them from other players. It's better for the ecosystem anyway to do it that way - people get to talk and work together. While this is true, and while Eulora easily has the most vibrant ecosystem I've ever seen in any gamexii, the original problem remains : before player showed up, goods totalled G, cash totalled C. After player shows up, whether he decides to buy coppers from one of the distributors or not may have some impact on C, but no impact whatsoever on G.

While this is obviously problematic, the obvious solutions do not work. You could, of course, offer tools for trade via the merchant. But tools are an important part of the economy, if you shunt that out you'll get one of two effects : everyone will just buy out the whole supply of tools, leaving none for the new player [that hasn't even showed up yet] or else the market will be so flooded with tools that the whole thing they connect to flatlines, reducing them, and their associated processes to economic irrelevancy. This is undesirable, and while superficially it might appear that you could mitigate it by removing the tools from economic relevancy through administrative means first (by making the cycles involving them less central to the general working of the economy) this really amounts to nothing other than cutting your nose to spite your face - now their lower relevancy just pushed the problem back up, what are new players to do ?

Fortunately inspiration finally struck, and I was able to see clearly through all these complex knots. The correct move would be to offer the higher miner bundles for sale! These items are not currently much part of the economic cycle, principally because the players do not perceive they can afford to divert resources from the crafting cycle to power the higher echelon miner cycle - it seems more affordable, and it certainly is a lot saferxiii to just mine smalls and the occasional ordinary.

And so, on the fluttering wings of this inspirational fairy, Electron received a shipment of goods yesterday, consisting of 1`000 of each Ordinary Bundle, quality 250, 30 of each Remarkable Bundle, quality 200, and 5 of each Sizable Bundle, quality 150. The total weight of this cargo was reported at 2`319`405.412, which is a lot of numbers - thanks goodness we don't have to actually lift them. The total value should be somewhere in the 6 to 7 billion ECu range, which means that the players will hopefully need at least a few months to digest it all.

That the tension was there and action was required is made obvious by macroeconomic evolution hence - cash literally fell off a cliff. Here's a graph :

The above monster represents the monetary mass and aggregated goods value in Eulora for the interval between December 31st 2015 and February 23rd, 2016. It is readily apparent that the value of goods is roughly speaking constant (and that the yellow and blue are spurious additions of no immediate accountanticy benefit). The monetary mass however varies wildly - the severe upticks are distributor buyouts from S.MG, while the severe drops are auctions wonxiv and respectively, merchant profit. That's right : Electron made just about as much money for S.MG in (almost) a day of selling his bundles as the most successfull auction to date. Unlike the auction, however, his efforts also result in an expansion of the goods in circulation. The precipitousness of the shift clearly indicates that significant economic imbalance was brewing under the hood. Whether the outlet it has found is beneficial for the long term health of the system remains to be seen - I for one am well satisfied that it is the least detrimental of all possible alternatives.

Oh, you wanted to know about the title. I almost forgot. Here it is :

Going to dig up a Remarkable Solid Branch claim tonight, wish me luck!

———There's a lot of discussion on this topic to be found throughout the S.MG category. Perhaps the most interesting are two articles, the first from July the 23rd (Eulora's largest trade to date and assorted teologico-socioeconomic considerations) and the second from October 1st (Whoever said resource allocation is a solved problem deserves a kick in the nads), because they illustrate and record for posterity how in the narrow space of a coupla of months, my in-game position degraded from "omnipotent deity" to "economic superpower". This, I'll have you know, is the fate of free market economies built atop economic freedom generally - you'll get eroded into the dirt, and not mind the process one bit. That last part is also the important part, yet for some reason always the first part to be forgotten. Weird.

Anyway, my position has further eroded since, but perhaps not at such a crushing pace. For instance, out of the total 1.7 bn ECu (17 BTC) foreign investment in Eulora this month I hold a measly 11.7%. This necessarily must mean that I'm losing share in the economic pie, but perhaps on the grounds of the humongous industrial basis I start out with, especially in the form of difficult to replicate intellectual property and know-how (aka, skills) I might hold out and maintain relevancy a little longer. Don't I make just the darlingest model of the US you ever saw ?

Which brings us to the point of this note : I do hold a lot of regulatory power in Eulora, but principally through meta-physics, which is to say because I hold the passwords to the server. In simple terms of physics I'm not even certain I'm the largest player, but I am absolutely certain I'm a minority player in any case. This state of affairs should be instructive for any political system that expects the central bank / banking regulator to fix anything of any practical impact or import : do they have the keys to god ? Because if they don't... moderate your expectations, will you. There really isn't all that much a player can do, in a free world. And fixing the "free world" part really is no sort of fix at all. [↩]Here's a conversation for flavour :

Ea Da' ce zici ca-i asa lipsa de ii faci resuscitare lui Electron?

(what did you say was the big problem forcing you to resurect Electron [ie, the merchant] ?)

Eu pai mi se separa aici maioneza in plm. am niste probmele de grupa chtulhu pe-aici.

(my fucking mayo's cutting, what. i've got some chtulhu-level problems you wouldn't believe.)

Ea eh, pai fiecaruia dupa nevoi, nu? :) ) )

(eh, to everyone according to his needs, right ?)

[↩]You know, same principle as impart, except with con. Like imbibe - combibe, impound - compound, impress - compress, import - comport, etcetera etcetera. One's by the agent, the other's by the community, you know, like in Latin. Oh, what, you mean to tell me you louts long forgot the beautiful scheme of that language, meanwhile still use some words created by it that have been drifting apart in meaning because lack of knowledge promotes lack of structure, and now you can barely guess the original intention of the prefixes in the finished words ? Awww!

No, really, I care. Your orcish problems are of interest to me. Get fucked.

Ps. Insert-exert. Insert-exert. Inhale-exhale. Insert-exert some more. [↩]A quick once-over this otherwise fundamental concept could be provided by the following snippet of the logs :

JuliaTourianski so why is eulora different than minecraft

mircea_popescu minecraft just creates shit out of thin air neh ?

JuliaTourianski am i masculine cuz i was addicted to minecraft or feminine because i built a kitchen

mircea_popescu you're gay for caring!

JuliaTourianski so ghay

danielpbarron minecraft is way more focused on sandboxing

mircea_popescu i never played it, but is it inflationary ?

danielpbarron very

mircea_popescu well then that's the difference.

JuliaTourianski do i have to give mp money to have fun in eulora

mircea_popescu JuliaTourianski_ nah atm noobs are making a pretty penny mining.

JuliaTourianski ill give it a shot once my monitor happens

danielpbarron i used to play on a hardcore pvp server that had a decent economy (for minecraft) and they would have to periodically reset the whole world

Now think about it - why would they HAVE TO periodically reset the world, which is to say break the persistence ? And, for advanced readers, how does this tie into stuff like V and genesis-es, and what exactly is the meaning of the concept of chaining virtual items, and on it goes, a whole rabbit hole just for you. [↩]As otherwise described, Unsteady Scaffolding is a high value, complex intermediate aglutination that requires various rare materials to put together, plus a lot of time, and is in turn required in a number of crucial recipes, such as for instance the Remarkable Solid Branch Ennumeration, or the Turning Wheel (Lapidary craftline tool) and Worn Old Screens (Bouquinist craftline tool) blueprints.

From Diana's very useful resource we find that the bill of materials for it is Spicy Moss : 99 ; Worthless Putrid Leather : 288 ; Clump of Dry Grass : 657 ; Nondescript Tubers : 30 ; Crumbly Rock : 201 ; Wooly Mushroom : 24 ; Rotten Fruit : 81 ; Flotsam : 576 ; Slithy Tove : 3 ; Elusive Purple Snail : 6 ; Solid Branch : 18 ; Boulder : 105 ; Dead Mollusc : 15 ; Shiny Rock : 558.

On the basis of either of these considerations you would expect a significant mark-up to attach to it. [↩]Each US is worth 290`349 ECu at a quality of 100, so my quality 158 items would fetch 458`751 ECu apiece from the merchant. Thus 1.2 / 9.1750284 = 0.130789786 which means she's offering 130% (ie, less than what she'd have to pay to get them should I decide to actually sell them to the merchant, if memory serves he charges 135%). [↩]IBS aka Indescript Bark Shavings are a low value (255 ECu) precursor for a large number of items because they're used in large quantities to make one commonly used fluid recipient, the Leaky Treebark Flask. This is in turn an ingredient in both Improbable Oil, which holds a major role in the metal economy - such as making tools - as well as Alechemist's Cheap Gin, which holds a major role in another tree, being needed to make all sorts of things such as Grubsilk Thread etc. [↩]I have no idea if you've ever made mayo by hand, out of egg yolks, virgin olive oil and elbow grease. If not, you should. It will teach you a lot of things about a lot of things, including cutting the cabbage. [↩]Incidentally, if you're wondering in amazement at the sheer lunacy of me speaking openly about this, whereas the key word in all contemporaneous central banking is secrecy - consider the essential point that my movements are effortlessly effectual, in stark contrast to the ineffectual efforts that are similarly the rule in their world. And perhaps consider that me actually understanding what "free world" means may well have something to do with it.

If on the other hand you're shocked at how unprofessional I'm being, forget all this and go dig ditches. On one hand you're not actually smart enough to concern yourself with such matter, and on the other hand the birds have already shat a thick stratum of scatum all over you, that's already hardened, constricting you into a shape. You're a shitshaper, basically, the opposite of the shapeshifter, and truly the effort of washing it off exceeds by far any possible benefit you might derive from the operation. Your handicap's too great, you have no further business here, go! [↩]A discussion of capital inflows and inflation you might find interesting is found in the S.MG statement for October 2015.

Ps. inflation - conflation. HA-HA! [↩]The theory of game economics in terms of "sinks" is so endearingly primitive it'd make medieval thinkers blush for your shame. [↩]Not "largest", and not "most obnoxiously sugarcoated" and not anything of the sort. By vibrant I mean specifically something of the fractal quality, "closest approximation to life as it is".

The experience of it has actually led me to understand that the very concept of "quest" as practiced de facto and unthinkingly in pretty much all computer games is in fact a very sad cop-out, on par with cardboard shoes. If you think about it - the origin of the quest rests with the questmaster, who was a person in the old tabletop days. This person created quests, have I underscored person enough ?

Once numeric machines took over all the arithmetic tedium involved in calculating dice rolls etc, people got all excited about the AlphaGo of the time, and introduced "AI quests", which work just about as well as you'd expect AI stuff to work. Have fun fedexing 5 rat's tails until you drop.

Quests in Eulora exist, but in their original meaning - tasks given to people, by people. By players. At first I thought "you must have quests", and there's rudiments of this notion implemented, see Greyhawk, but as I understand the topic better (through experience!) I come to realise that no, there's no room for "quests" in this world, nor should there be. We may have an interface to make quest management easier for people, and we might allow some particularly well crafted content in later on, but by and large autoquests in the Eastern fashion aren't happening. [↩]Variance is a bitch. Consider my experience with a run of 95 Chetty Sticks detailed in the logs : out of the 95 sticks (worth 20k each!) I obtained 14 ordinary and 80 small claims, which, when exploited (which cost a further ~400k) returned altogether loot of a shade under one million - 967k. This, on the face, is a horrendous loss, something to the tune of 40% returns means 60% losses. Nevertheless, the 95th hit in there yielded a Remarkable claim, and if experience to date (of which we have exactly one such) is any sort of guide, the find should be worth somewhere in the low millions.

But had I not had the last stick to get the one good loot that made it all gravy, what then ? [↩]140mn on February the 14th - the lowly 23 mn produced by the February 21st auction do not figure too visibly in there. [↩]

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Tuesday, 23 February, Year 8 d.Tr.

The planetary model of software development.

Intro. If you've not been following along, Eulora is a shockingly successfuli reality simulator that has already delivered very important practical results, and will no doubt continue to shape human understanding of the digital environment for many decades to come.

Those lofty points aside, a major part of the player's daily life is automation, much like in any other research lab. Large piles of experimental data are required to chart a profitable path through the murky waters of Eulora ; and once such a path is charted even larger piles of work will have to go into actually realising that knowledge - for what use is it to discover a way to realise a 0.35% profit on an economic cycle if you don't then proceed to actually go through the cycle and actually realise that profit ?

Since it's not practical to do the millions of clicks involved in even moderate operations by hand ; and since Minigame (MPEx:S.MG, Eulora's publisher) implements a very enlightened policy with regards to bottingii ; and since Eulora's vibrant community is composed almost exclusively of intelligent, IT-literate folks, it then follows that there exists an open source general purpose platform bot. It's called Foxybot, and it recently celebrated its one year aniversary!

The problem with it being, of course, that it does not work. Exactly like cars, which do not work - because they break down occasionally, not to mention they need fuel ; exactly like airplanes, which don't go through water nor outer space ; exactly like bridges, which can't be moved ; exactly like any other bit of human industry or application of technology Foxybot does not work because it does what it does rather than what you wanted it to do.

Example.

mircea_popescu And in daily miner's frustration, leave bot running, it "loses" table in inventoryiii at try 100, spends the next 2540 tries "not finding it" and there we go.

diana_coman Weird, mine went fine the whole night, 3400 tries. Even found an sbiv ord bhv.

mircea_popescu Aaand it just did it again. 99th explore, lost table, 4k explores sat in spot did jack shit. I simply can not explore anymore, it NEVER works. It just leaves table in inv and sits there.

diana_coman Well, you can always go *without* a table if that is the thing that annoys most.

mircea_popescu No, because w/o a table I'm guaranteed to stop in say 100 tries anyway because weight. ~7k clicks - wasted since yest, I'm running at 0.3% capacity over here.

diana_coman Basically the only real solution to this is to make the bot a bit brighter to actually search the inventory for the right table.

mircea_popescu Could just use the first...

diana_coman Uhm, no. That will just give you a different thing to complain about, lol.

mircea_popescu What, "don't be an idiot and keep all other tables in last slots" ?

diana_coman Because at some point you'll get stuff in inv and then an old table will become "first" and then complain.

mircea_popescu I keep all my other tables in the absolute last slots anyway.

diana_coman Oh, you mean if they are all very last slots then if inv gets full it will segfault anyway, so yeah.

mircea_popescu Yup.

diana_coman Mmk, will look for the smallest patch. I suppose that is the root cause there: pretty much nothing is actually reliable so poor bot is kind of trying as best it can. Anyways, will cook up something.

mircea_popescu Yeah this'll have to be fixed eventually. Whole client is written in this "fuck you, click again" Windows persepective. It needs to be a lot more like the linux kernel : either it's done or it's not done and you know which it was.

shinohai pidof craftable1.

diana_coman shinohai, laugh or cry but the same damn table has an entirely new id each time it moves from inventory to world and the other way around. See this table on my back? Abracadabra now it's a whole NEW table on the ground!!

[after a time]

diana_coman mircea_popescu and anyone struggling with the bot getting jammed on not finding table in inventory: in botactivity.cpp, method ExploreActivity: DoDropTable() replace the line " worldHandler::DropFromSlot(tableSlot, 1);" with "worldHandler::ExecCmd(csString("/drop Craft-Table"));". This means the bot will always drop A craft-table, hopefully the right one (obv, keeping only one table in inventory ensures it drops the right one; keeping all *other* tables on the very last slots in inventory gives you a good chance that it always drops the one you want rather than a different one, but no guarantees). Should be line 556 in src/client/foxybot/botactivity.cpp that you need to replace there.

mircea_popescu Ah ty. Will need recompile yes ?

diana_coman Yes.

mircea_popescu Aite Ima try this later an' report. Can I just ftjam or do I have to reconfiugure ?

diana_coman Ftjam is enough.

mircea_popescu Well im back in! Seems to be working.

diana_coman Good then.

mircea_popescu It's not dropping off the first table.

diana_coman Ahem, as I was saying "drop" is not reliable.

mircea_popescu It's dropping off the LAST one. This was some havoc lol.vi

diana_coman Ahahahaha. So move everything to the first slots then? TBH I would not even guarantee that it is *always* the last one.

mircea_popescu It's not. It's not the fiurst, it's noit the last, it's not the first he touched, nore the last he touched. It's... random. Motherfucker.

diana_coman Welcome to the wonders of the planeshift code. Now you know *why* the poor bot was trying to keep track of where *the table* actually is

mircea_popescu I got an idea though. Might work with single table.vii

diana_coman That for sure, yes. If you have only one table in inv, it should always work. Kind of "hey, cut a leg and then this car will move you about faster" but myeah.viii

mircea_popescu So Ima move all these shits into other types of containers. Hey, if this solves my stuck problems im happy because it really kills my production.

[after a time]

mircea_popescu Bot seems to be working ok in the new formulation.

[after more time]

mircea_popescu Well now it just decided to stop putting keys in claims, so still wasted half the time.ix At least not 99.7% like last time.

diana_coman Lags WILL mess it up to some extent, no decision involved though, lol.

[after some time]

mircea_popescu So after all the work "fixing" Foxybot, it's altoghether not clear any improvement was had. The main point is that the bot is still not working when I wake up, just as it wasn't before. With the fix it evidently worked longer, which is an advantage, but it also worked wastefully, which is to say i have >50 enums it never exploited, like 100k ECux worth. Which is better ? Total toss-up I guess. Very fucking frustrating

diana_coman Sucks. Not sure what the bot can do though, it sends the right things in right order; things get delayed/lost.

mircea_popescu I guess the only thing it can do is make a queue, an executor AND a checker.

diana_coman That's why I was a bit weary of powering it through everything: because usually when something goes wrong, powering through means only that you will end up wasting stuff. Remaking the client basically works, I agree.

mircea_popescu Myeah. Anyway, wrt the keys : could it be made to DROP them like the table, instead of putting them in ? Or even better, could it also do a /drop tiny key every step ?

diana_coman Sure, why not, especially now that the keys have different names so you don't end up dropping an ord key. Add for instance after that line you added last time another one with the command for dropping a tiny.

mircea_popescu Yeah totally, will do this. Becomes unsafe to carry tiny keys, meaning it's a very kludge, but I don't and I need a fix here.

diana_coman So worldHandler::ExecCmd(csString("/drop Tiny Claim Key"));

mircea_popescu Yup ty. This is actually great, because it fixes what was definitely a specific problem (tiny key choke). I'm curious if it can find anything now. Anyway. 300 tools, one stack lbn, 1k cft, altered bot mark III deployed. Will report moar.

shinohai Good luck!

diana_coman Hm, I'd run out of 1k cft with waaay less than 300 tools. Then again: what q are those tools of yours?

mircea_popescu 10-11k durability. Anyway, if it exhausts the cft stock without a hitch I'm entirely happy, it's like 2 days' worth. But so far this has been beautiful - the bot lost the supply of tiny keys from the prev failure, I didn't have to click like an idiot myself :D

* mircea_popescu has just realised that this fix is actually pretty dangerous. Before - if you sent it mining without cft/lbn, it'd eventually choke on keys and stop. But enums stack, you can end up wasting all the tools you got and ending up with a pile of unusable enums.

diana_coman Aha. Bot design is a very interesting thing.

mircea_popescu Yeah srsly. I'm half considering adding a stop condition for no lbn / no cft. In the end this thing is organically evolving under industrial pressure very far away from any sort of sensible design. Perhaps informative as to the destructive forces applying to software generally.

diana_coman Well, that's how it usually happens, yes.

mircea_popescu It's understood that planets can not be arbitrarily close to the star, because the changing attraction force (it stays the same modulus, but changes direction, which IS a change and which therefore DOES deliver mechanical work), the same thing that keeps the Earth's core motlen, are strong enough to tear them apart. It's starting to look to me as if software is in the same situation, every distinct item gravitating against the Sun of practice.

diana_coman More like applying to open source as it were because you are changing your own version but essentially I have the option to see what people need/what changes they make/how it works and then incorporate it into a more reasonable design at next update if needed.

mircea_popescu But the design can not be reasonable for fundamental reasons which happen to be exactly those stated by Godel. And I wouldn't advise running this AB Mk 3 if one's a noob. it's very finely tuned to my particular needs.

diana_coman Yeah, it's not the sort of thing I would *add* /deploy as update for sure. FWIW as experience: this structure of the bot which is quite sane still is actually at least the 2nd total re-write basically. Not because I started with an insane structure but because the first one got totally messed up when confronted with practice basically.

mircea_popescu I recall.

diana_coman So no, it's not that it can't be held sane, it's only that it is VERY expensive basically. Because yeah, it's totally possible you end up needing some 3rd rewrite and so on.

So how's this for a planetary model of software development : there's an absolute origin of the space. The quality of the design of any given piece of software is inversely proportional to the distance from the origin - the further out it is, the kludgier. Centered in the very origin, there's a star, its mass a function of the practical utility of the software in question - useless software has very tiny stars.

This model then allows us to make some predictions :

If the utility is very slight, the planet can aim to grow larger than the star, and accrete it. This prediction is confirmed by practice - there do indeed exist software projects which attempt to subsume their very faint utility.

If the utility is moderate, worse designs will overpower better designs, which will implode due to gravitational forces. This prediction is confirmed by practice - it's what happened to lisp according to more than one expert.

There exists a closest-safe distance from origin, given by the specific resistance of materials (ie, hardware, programming languages and other meta-tools), wherein the software presents as a molten core surrounded by a solid crust. Should such a planet move closer to the origin, through a rationalization of its design, it will thereby implode. This prediction is confirmed by practice - it's what happened to Naggum's SGML.

Planets in the closest-safe band will outperform planets further out (because more rational design) as well as planets further in (because gravitational forces exceed the crystal bond and tear the planet apart). This is why linux exists still, and how C came to be.

If the utility is significant, no software solution can be produced - all items that are far enough from the star to survive its pull are too far from the origin to make any sort of sense - their design is too dysfunctional for them to work at all. This prediction is confirmed by sad, sad practice.

How about that!

———I suppose it depends on what your idea of success is.

If you're the mercenary type and think success = money, then a Grimy Toolkit sold on auction Sunday for 10 mn ECu, which is 0.1 BTC or about $65. This isn't by any means a record, just happens to be the most recent example.

If you're the corporate type that despises human life and so think success = man-hours in aggregate, then Eulora stands at 42`780 aggregate play-hours to date, which puts it firmly in the top 1% of all games ever released.

If you're the Elliot type and imagine success = individual fixation, then Eulora reported 221 hours monthly average gameplay over its entire playerbase back in 2015, and 4.75 hours monthly average (2.5 median) for the least active half of its population in 2016.

If however you're the cat-v.org type and imagine you and your online clique are the gatekeepers of success, then there's not much worth saying - enjoy the delusion while it lasts ; I'm sure you, like every other delusionist to date have a scapegoat at the ready for when the bubble bursts. [↩]The discussion is scattered through the monthly reports as well as irc logs, with the gist being that the only reason a game publisher has to fear or dislike bots is that they're trying to publish a broken game and defraud the general public into paying to use it, much on the lines of Microsoft and its Windows abomination. [↩]Sometimes lag may cause a command to fail. The bot asks for the table to be dropped from inventory to the ground, this fails to happen, and so the table stays in its inventory. For intricate reasons that have to do with the extant codebase, the bot can't simply identify this failure mode and remedy it, so it panicks that "its table is gone".

The whole reason the bot even wants to drop the table is because it's "cheating" - normally players can't move if overweight. However, if they put all the heavy stuff in a craft table and drop it on the ground they can then move a little ways, pick it up again, drop it further off and move a little more and so forth. This is called table-walking, and is extremely useful for miners, because it meshes very well with the activity of mining in the first place - which is very much move a little, try finding something, move a little more - and because it allows the carrying of huge loads such as on occasion result from very rich veins.

This also means that failure to drop a table means failure to move (as the character is still overweight) and subsequently failure to mine (as you can't explore twice in the same spot), which means that once it fails to drop the table, it's pretty much fucked, until a human operator comes to its rescue.

It should perhaps be noted here that throughout September we were offering 0.01 BTC an hour (which is US-level minimum wage, it should be pointed out) to any and all comers on an Internet forum which pretends to have 894`074 members.

About a dozen or so of these supposed almost-million members did manage to generate a PGP key for themselves and therefore play the game (0.0013%, if you like percentages), but none of them took less than half a day to do so, notwithstanding it's a ten minute task. Some particularly amusing outliers spent weeks dicking around the wide open gates of open source software. Apparently doing anything whatsover is really really hard for the chickens composing the general population - they're good enough at cycling through what they've always done forever, but entirely incapable of establishing a novel course of action. Also apparently, Internet numbers are lies - 894k members my foot. But we kinda knew that already.

Of this dozen, not one managed to discover by their own lights that no, you don't have to drag materials in small chunks to town. Of that same dozen, not one managed to find the matter being discussed openly in the logs and on the wiki, notwithstanding that they were repeatedly asked to review both. Apparently there's no fate worse than having to read, according to the general-population-chicken (except perhaps having to think, of course).

They did get frustrated with their inability to achieve efficiency, obviously. And they lashed out. Obviously. They never did nor ever would have, for dear life and all that's holy and dear on Earth, ever, no matter what, review their own behaviour or the writs available.

A couple of them even lunged at the obvious hole of just cycling through PGP signatures for the bitcent prize, rather than actually earn in game. Because, again, the chickens that compose the general population are good enough at cycling through what they've always done, and would so cycle forever, but are otherwise entirely incapable of establishing a novel course of action.

This is why the world is choking. This is why "America" needs to be made great again. It all has absolutely nothing to do with "carbon" or with "resources" or anything else. The only thing making human economy, and human society, and human life altogether unsustainable is that out of 894 thousand "people" a dozen may actually try doing something with themselves. They'll do a very poor job of it, and the couple among them bereft of ethics will not manage to significantly improve the standing of the group.

The problem is that after a couple of centuries of tolerant policies we find ourselves so covered in subhuman gunk, so far submerged under a tide of excrement that one has to sift through a million names to find a dozen that are marginally not qualified to do a simple task. Of the seven billion sacks of flesh polluting the Earth, a few hundred maybe have any business being here whatsoever.

That's the only problem, and it needs a solution imperatively. Preferably, a final solution. [↩]Small Branch. [↩]Bare Handed, ie, not using any tools. Because yes, Eulora allows you to do anything by yourself. [↩]Annoying as all fuck, made a mess of my things! [↩]You see ? This. This right here is what makes me better than the spurious billion. This right here is what makes you better, or doesn't. Do you have it ?

This is all that matters - if you don't have this, if you don't do this, you have no business here. Go kill yourself. Now. Today. You're extra, and you're in the way. [↩]She has a point - I'm changing the software to bake into it assumptions that are particular. [↩]Whenever you find a resource, a claim stick appears in the world, which is locked, and you receive the key. The keys don't stack, so if you find 80 resources, you have 80 keys. The bot puts the keys of claims it ate inside the claim - which creates an interesting niche for noobs, because the keys decay into LBN after a while, so they could just follow a bot miner and pick out the keys to sell the LBN later.

However, if the "put key in claim" thing fails (like the drop table thing fails) then you end up loading the inventory with keys and eventually the client crashes. [↩]The ECu, ie Eulora Copper, is equal one satoshi. [↩]

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Monday, 17 October, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Phuctoring

There's a total of 203 RSA moduli that have been factored to date. Among the more notable sounding keys :

Nancy Laubenthal <nancy.laubenthal@gsfc.nasa.gov> ; Alexander O. Yuriev <DataLink BBS SysOp>; Sandip Bhattacharya <sandipb@member.fsf.org>; Vincent Thenhart <vincent.thenhart@piraten-rlp.de>; Robert L. Vaessen (MobileMei key generated with gpg) <rvaessen@me.com>; debian.sur5r.net Archive Automatic Signing Key (sur5r) <debian@sur5r.net>; Piraten | Martin Letzel <piratenpartei@letzel.org>; Apple Product Security <product-security@apple.com>; Andreas Heimann <Andreas.Heimann@piratenpartei-hessen.de>; Andreas Winkelbauer <andreas.winkelbauer@ieee.org>; PGP Corporation Update Signing Key; <update-key@pgp.com>; Michael Starck <michael.starck@piratenpartei-hessen.de>; Stephan Urbach <stephan.urbach@german-bash.org>; Herr Urbach <stephan.urbach@piratenpartei-hessen.de>; Carsten Lenz <carsten.lenz@piraten-ulm.de>; H. Peter Anvin <hpa@infradead.org>; H. Peter Anvin (hpa) <hpa@zytor.com>; H. Peter Anvin <h.peter.anvin@intel.com>; Eric Henry <eric_henry@intuit.com>; Eric Henry <ehenry@ehenryonline.com>; Eric Henry <eric.henry@helixstorm.com>; Eric Henry <eric.henry@ingeniumresults.com>; Richard Monk <rmonk@redhat.com>; PGP Global Directory Verification Key;

along with various university and personal accounts. The list is, obviously, not exhaustive.

This find exposes significant vulnerabilities in the OpSec practices of each and every organisation or institution mentioned. The Pirate Party, German users, something calling itself "The PGP Corporation", the FSF and Apple particularly badly hit.

Phuctor will continue as a free, open and public service in the indefinite future. Feel free to verify your future keys against the ever-growing database. Special thanks to Mr. D. J. Bernstein for refinements to the algorithm that allowed us to reduce the required workload considerably.ii

———Pointing to futher vulnerabilities in the MobileMe Apple scam. [↩]Phuctor now checks a database of almost two million keys in less than twenty minutes. [↩]

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Saturday, 30 April, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Pedoepiphany

This article appeared originally as "Epifania cu pedofilia", during the Romanian period of Trilema.

I was reading a fellow made remarkable by his limited worldview. He writes in English, but if you're curious see 1, 2. Otherwise, he's yet another fifty-something, not terribly intelligent, not terribly educated, not entirely stupid - he's caught a little from rough interactions with tough males and that's it, he manages as best he can, dragging with faded eyes and great care the shards of his beingi through the rather dimly lit trails of the future of the poor. So it goes.

On the other hand, I wrote at lengthii about pedophiles, introductions, classifications, considerations, things.

Things that entirely and completely miss the subjectiii, as I had the opportunity to epiphanate reading the mentioned individual. So, the common view is that the pedophile is the active party, he who does, the raptor, the child's his victim etcetera. Of course, in literature there's a Nabokov, there's a Miller, there's the occasional bubble putting this consensus in doubt. Certainly, but then isn't this the point of art, to push at the margins of the known world, of representation, of understanding ? Of course in the book it goes as the author says it went, but that's an exception, a fiction, a story.

Well... no. Not really.

Let me explain : I was reading this guy's outpour, and laughing to myself. Because it amuses me, check out what an idiot he is. Then I showed the material to a girl. She got pissed off, fuck him. But she wasn't laughing. She was frowning right and proper, storms brewing in the green seas of her eyes. Kitten, but from a webpage on the internets ?! It's ridiculous! No, it's annoying! The brown eyed one comes to see what's the ruckus ? We're not perchance fucking without her ? No darling, we're not fucking, we're smokiiv... I mean we're reading. She reads herself. Gets pissed off. But you know, properly pissed off. "What a dumbass." Not amusedly, you know, cracking laughter, as it's normal when perceiving a dumbass. No siree. Furious, her cup frothing.v Why, ye she-haters ?

And from that starting point I discovered that practically speaking any woman reading that guy's productions gets pissed off and wants to... too... well, let me tell you : wants to bite his dick off.

That's the thing, there's alpha males, whose everything the girls instinctually wish to lick and swallow, and everything smells good. And there's also beta males, which seem tolerable to a great degree, and especially while they're not ovulating they seem almost lovable. And then gamma which almost like betas, and then deltas which in turn, and so on in degrade, worse and worse. Until when ?

Until the zeta male. The zeta male is a nec plus ultram of decay in masculinity, the lowest of the low. When they perceive this one, the girls want to bite his dick off. Why not ? So he can't have kids. Why not ? Because he sucks. He's unworthy and not worth it. An adaptative characteristic, in other words. Natural selection.

How do they identify him ? Not by money, necessarily, but you can't say it's entirely irrelevant. Not by the school he went to, not by the bicep he carries, but you also can't say it entirely doesn't matter. Not by what he says or how he speaks, although to some degree this matters. Not by the tone of his voice, necessarily, maybe not even by scent... it's unknown. They just do, somehow, ancestrally they know him. They have an ability. It wouldn't surprise me to discover that in fact the best test to distinguish females is to check whether the tested individual recognises (but you know, viscerally!) zeta males. Because if so, it's a woman.

And then, my dear chitlins, this is the pedophile : the zeta male. He doesn't prefer children because he'd dislike adult women. Not even close. The problem is that they dislike him, and they dislike him so emphatically they're capable of killing him on the spot, with bare hands, and then deck their nails in his guts, like cats. And the girls that are still greenvi, and therefore not yet women, don't yet possess this magical ability of their gender. So they don't recognize him, and treat the zeta male as if he were a male pure and simple. Which delights him, you might imagine.

Nor is the fact that he drops them when they grow up a little and goes looking for younger ones is necessarily to do with him, or more properly said his choice. It's their choice, the bitchez!vii As they mature and their senses awaken, the imperatives of the species take to howling in their busom and the poor schmuck, when he feels they're watching him with an assassin's gaze runs away in terror as far as the field will carry. It's a fact that generally the pedophile is more afraid of the victim than she's affraid of him, with the only difference that she doesn't know about all this.

And thus, this is the whole story, and as a bonus : very good right and proper that the state organizedly oppresses the pedos. It's straight up eugenics. Up until now I was living with the impression that it's a sort of statal abuse, but that's out of the question. We have to rid ourselves of zetas somehow. The current methodology is, in the end, just as good as any other.

How you like it ?

———Fiindul, "the being", is a philosophical category in Romanian, as well as in those other languages with philosophical libraries built in. [↩]The Romanian original is derrogatory. [↩]By the way, this wouldn't even be the first time this happened to me! In public, even!

LIFE IS SO UNFAIR. [↩]There's this joke in Romanian, in the context of the 80s/90s, when everyone lived in the same 50-100 sqm flats ; condoms were somewhat rare and abstinence-only was actually the societal consensus : some kids gather together in an adolescent's room, and after a while the very concerned mother opens the door

"What are you doing here ?!"

"Group sex!"

"Oh okay, I thought you were smoking."

The punchline being that the enormity of the admission was so great indeed, it entirely escaped the notice of da polis. Poor woman was looking for much more pedestrian pecadillos.

Ironically enough, in the more familiar context today, this is no sort of joke - most liberal parents would object more strongly to kids smoking than to kids fucking, even in a group. Not to mention most parents wouldn't even dare bust the door down, it's not like it's their house or anything. They're all gifts from the Great Inca, kid got as much right to be there as they do, and entirely independent of them and as a result of the kid's own relation to that selfsame Great Inca, source of all things...

But we digress. [↩]It's a cultured reference, to a famous (by which we mean - known by everyone qualified to participate in discussions as a function of their qualification, which is, being an intellectual) poem - Ce-ti doresc eu tie by Mihai Eminescu. The full verse goes "Fiarba vinu-n cupe, spumege pocalul", which roughly would translate as "Let wine boil in the cups, and the gobblets froth". Stylistically the reference works to denote unbridled excess. [↩]Ironically, crude is how you say plural-feminine-unripe in Romanian. Harr harr. [↩]The Romanian word used has very litte to do with the English bitch. It diffusely suggests a predatorial, self interested female - something like Carmen from Carmen. [↩]

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Monday, 29 August, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Nice Guys

The Nice Guysi is an ideologically correctii exercise in surrealism for cause of incompetence.

It's hard to sort these in order, but it would seem to me the most incompetent are the female actresses. None of them can read.

The script is also terribad. Fifth-best in the screenplay writing class at the local community college in a rural locale sort of bad.

Russel Crowe speaks throughout in this Bogart-wannabe voice, which is almost as good as if he could act.

I watched this (unjustifiably lengthy) thing over three installments, because it kept putting me to sleep. I heartily recommend it for this purpose.

PS. Nothing substantial has changed in the intellectual space of the ideologically-correct USGistan productions. Sex is still this scary thing, the police is still this angels-on-earth deux ex machina mechanism, vote Reagan to make america great again.

———2016, by Shane Black, with Russel Crowe, Ryan Gosling. [↩]Next 5-year-plan "we" will all be running electric cars etc. [↩]

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Friday, 30 September, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Next Generation

"Glwbrgh"

The woman blinked confusedly. The Sun setting in the distance clearly bothered her. The transparent, gelatinous mass slowly slithering off her nude body apparently did not. It looked almost like aspic, a jiggly substance translucent almost to the point of transparency. Myriad of tiny shards of glass, each almost exactly identical to all the others, cubes half a centimeter along smiled happily in the sun. Their straight angles, intended to minimize the chances of anyone accidentally cutting themselves, also ensured that whichever way they ended up, at least one side will catch the Sun.

Think about this for a second - a civilisation so far advanced, so far decayed, they'd make even the suspension vats out of securized glass. These things were supposed to never break, indeed such a break appears to them as a catastrophic failure on the level of airplanes losing their wings mid flight or boats cracking open mid ocean, yet nevertheless the glass was treated to crack up as safely as possible.

The man had no interest in such considerations. He was sitting on an upturned sentry bot, watching the woman with a sly smile on his face.

"What the fuck!" she coughed a couple of times, tried for a failed sneeze, looked around and finally at him, completely beffudled.

"What the..." but she had no more in her, the vomit started. By now, almost all of the vat dwellers, dreaming their superb if utterly pointless dreams had been there for long enough that separation from their environment took a while.

As she writhed horribly on the floor, by all appearances puking her guts out in thin strands of gelatinous matter, the man sat quietly on the upturned sentry bot, his sly smile slowly ebbing with the convulsions.

"What is this ?" she finally managed, propped on the extended right arm, left bent under herself, looking up at the smiling man.

"I am going to fuck you now" he announced at length. "Come here."

She started at him blankly. He brought his right hand into view. It was holding a strange rolled up contraption.

"Do you know what this is ?"

"No!" she spit, half scary, half angry, entirely confused.

"It's a whip". He unfurled it, a nice leather whip made of many interwoven strands, maybe three or four meters in length. "I've made it myself, out of the tanned hide of dreamers just like yourself. Would you like to try it ?"

"No!"

"Then come here."

She started at him blankly, so he cracked the whip next to her, and when that failed to register he did it again, landing the biting end expertly on her left buttock. She seized up as if electrocuted, but as he continued to caress her flesh rhythmically she tried to get up, failed, then proceeded in a strange, unpracticed crawl toward him, stopping once the whipping stopped.

He took two magnetic cuffs out of his pocket, and afixed her wrists securely on either side of the expired sentry bot. The damned things weighed close to a quarter ton, she wasn't going anywhere. He went behind her, lifted her ass in the air and unceremoniously inserted himself. She groaned, but the jellow she lived in served, among the numerous, carefully engineered biosupport functions, a rather unplanned one : it made for excellent lubricant.

He had his fun with her for a while, and then eventually

"I'll be off now, do you want to tag along ? I guess you're maybe good for a few months."

"Where are you going ?"

"Does it make a difference ?"

She paused, looking purposefully at him over her shoulder. She frowned, then started pouring out questions, all sorts and manner. He stood up and shuffled disinterestedly towards the darkness.

"Yes. YES! Please don't leave me here like this. HEY! PLEASE!"

But he kept on walking, and the magnetic cuffs didn't allow the sligtest play. She started sobbing, and then the light went out.

Continued >>

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Friday, 22 April, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Most Serene Republic's list of rogue states, unrecognized goverments and criminal syndicates

Preamble.

There can not exist a manner to distinguish between the three types of entity. A rogue state is by definition headed by an unrecognized government. An unrecognized government necessarily drives all it touches outside the law, and also necessarily as part of its activity makes claims, which are false, but which may or may not take in a number of innocent bystanders. That number is not in principle knowable at any point, and especially unreliable retrospectively, given the universal human ability and propensity to rewrite history, especially personal history. Consequently, the difference between a criminal syndicate that at no point exercised control over a state and an unrecognized government that did exercise such control is by and large in the eye of the beholder, and not something to be established objectively but either statutorily or arbitrarily. Similarly, the difference between the rogue state and its unrecognized government is by and large predicated on the psychogenic encapsulation taking place in the mind of rather confused individuals, separating subjectively defined "good" and "bad" parts of the selfi. For these reasons on one hand, and for the more important consideration that the harm done or attempted to be done to decent, law abiding citizens by these abominations is the same regardless, B,TMSR~ makes no distinction between the three and will prosecute them indistinctly.

B,TMSR~ recognizes the principle that individuals are responsible for their own actions, as well as for the full extent and effect of any and all acts committed by any rogue state, unrecognized government or criminal syndicate the individual was part of, in totality and without limitation. This principle was introduced historically by meanwhile failed states formerly known as "the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics" and "the British Empire" as part of their prosecution of captured individuals in various manners associated with the defeated German state, but has been in use throughout history as a means to deter and eventually punish undesirable behaviour of individuals during their hallucinated appartenence to unwelcome organisations, however such organisations may call themselves or be called by the various lunatics to be found in the general public at all times. Even after the dissolution of the erstwhile conception of state and the assumption by The Most Serene Republic of all sovereignity in all matters, this principle carries, being both sound in logic and useful in practice.

This list will be maintained. The peers in the esteemed Lordship may make proposals for modification as they see fit.

The List of rogue states, unrecognized goverments and criminal syndicates :

The United States, dba an endless plurality of trade names, aliases and street names.ii

The Most Serene Republic consequently directs all its members and agents to take posession in the field of any assets, items or materiel of any kind or nature that was used, may have been used, or could conceivably be used in furthering the criminal conspiracies of the rogue states / unrecognized governments above listed ; to arrest and execute on the spot any individuals provedly agents of the rogue states / unrecognized governments above listed ; to arrest and detain for eventual prosecution any individuals that are suspected but not proved to have been working for, or with, or in furtherance of the criminal conspiracies of the rogue states / unrecognized governments above listed.

With the enemies of humanity, peace can never be.

———Take for a good illustration the agents of a rogue state gone rogue themselves, Shaun W. Bridges, Carl Force IV etc. Are these good Americans but bad USG agents ? Are they bad Americans but good USG agents ? The question is entirely subjective. [↩]To barely scratch the surface of reasons, here's a rough sketch of a few chapters.

Bitcoin-related :

A convicted felon and 'Ndrangheta captain by the name Sonny Vleisides ran a criminal operation in direct violation of the terms of his parole known variously as "BFL", "Butterfly Labs" etc. Various soi-dissant US authorities were notified in private to proceed with prosecution, capture the felon and deliver him to justice, as well as publicly. Contrary to promises made throughout, the rogue state/criminal syndicate instead failed to prosecute, and released the felon - in the process selling the act of justice in exchange for a shockingly paltry sum.

A convicted felon and general low life ran a Ponzi scheme. Various soi-dissant US authorities were notified in private to proceed with prosecution, capture the felon and deliver him to justice, as well as publicly months before the scheme's collapse, but instead chose to delay taking any action whatsoever until a year afterwards, in spite of the felon in question being a US resident throughout, in the vain hopes that such shenanigans may destroy our fledging republic.

A convicted felon ran a scam purporting to be a Bitcoin-to-fiat exchange. Various soi-dissant US, French as well as Japanese authorities were notified in private to proceed with prosecution, capture the felon and deliver him to justice, as well as publicly. The US side, after satisfying itself that there was indeed a criminal operation underway decided to steal some of the proceeds for itself and otherwise ignore the matter - exactly what you'd expect of the average Mafia don.

Political history :

The United States falsely claimed to be in possession of proof that a former Iraq president had chemical weapons, on which basis it coerced a number of other states to join in a military operation against another state. Iraq has been in chaos ever since.

The United States falsely promised to random malcontents that they will receive support in overthrowing the government of Ukraina. Ukraina has been in chaos ever since.

The United States falsely promised to random malcontents that they will receive support in overthrowing the government of Syria. Syria has been in chaos ever since ; in a recent attempt to escape their own creations, the United States have just sold off the same would-be rebels to their enemies.

Socio-economics :

As a result of United States puffery in the Middle East, a wave of millions of refugees crushed Europe. The costs for this largest movement of population since the Mongol Invasion has not yet been covered in full by the responsible party.

As a result of United States puffery in regards to Russia as well as crony capitalist choices in regards to industrial development that are nonsensical and undefensible in practice, a major price war in oil ignited, which has put an end to Canada (and likely Norway) as an industrial nation. The cost for this shift has not yet been covered in full by the responsible party.

The list could go on endlessly, but also pointlessly : the rogue state owes in damages more than it could ever, in any possible view be worth, and is guilty of enough crimes to hang every last inhabitant of its misfortunate shores anyway.

Time to dissolve the pretension and start hanging the guilty. [↩]

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Thursday, 25 February, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Megawatt standard

An off the cuff remarki set me thinking.

You know perhaps that worldwide energy consumption is somewhere around 6 * 1020 Joules a year. This would mean, abstractly speaking, a power aperture of about 6 * 1020 / 3600 / 24 / 365 = 19 or so T[era]W[atts]. Meanwhile, world population is something like 7 1/8 billion heads and twice as many feet, which means that average per capita energy consumption is about 2.67 K[ilo]W[atts] (per secondii).

Just how much is 2 2/3 KW ? Well... the average desktop PSU eats about 400 Wiii these days, if the monitor's another 100iv that means you could be running five boxes out of the 2 2/3. Except when the washing machine eats its 1.5 KW, of course, or the dryer its 2.5, or the AC unit its 3 KW. By and large, average people eat the average.

Obviously not all the people in the world eat this much. 2 2/3 KW means half a dollar a second or thereabouts at current electricity pricesv, which comes to 12 bucks or so a day - a degree of magnitude above that fabled dollar-a-day most of this world lives on.

One way to think about this is to say that the difference is soaked up by the government. Specifically : about a billionvi real people eat the 2 2/3 KW average ; about six billion subhumans don't, but their share is eaten up by the various corporations, whether they call themselves USG or whatever else. All in all, SSvii eat up six sevenths, with actual people eating the remaining seventh and so the numbers work out just right.

The battle for supremacy then becomes quite directly stated : how much energy over the average do you yourself consume, for your own, independent but productive purposes, and in so doing deny it to the SS ? It should suddenly be obvious why the SS strategy is to push for a diminution of consumption, but obviously yours, not theirs. Less for you means more for them! It should also be obvious why the SS tactics are always related to attacking consumers - going around with infrared goggles looking home invasion targets makes perfect sense in this context, whatever ridiculous pretext may be flimsily proffered.viii

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Bitcoin is a major energy consumer. It would be, considering its fundamental function in SS supression. Perhaps just as unsurprisingly, one of the [rather numerous] properties of Bitcoin the SS doesn't like is its unyielding profile on the energy front.

The only important point here is : if humans increased their consumption seven fold, the SS would simply die overnight.ix Can you deploy energy in such a manner that a bill of about $100 a day is something you can cover from the proceeds, while retaining control of the whole chain ?x

———In the logs, of course. [↩]Watts measure power. Power is energy per second. Watts are thus Joules / second, and thus "per second" is entirely spurious there. Nevertheless, because of the common "KWh" nonsense (the energy equivalent of running 1KW of power for one hour, ie 3.6 mn Joules) I prefer to leave crumbs for people. [↩]Yes, I'm aware the letters printed on your PSU box read different. Get a grip. [↩]Used to be CRT display ate more than the CPU, but since the LCD revolution that much is fixed, at least. [↩]Note that electricity only accounts for about a fifth globally ; and that it's a lot cheaper to burn fossils for the same output. One gallon of gasoline, for instance, is about 120 M[ega]J[oules], meaning that if you burn ten gallons a day on average you're really eating up 1.392 KW that way, roughly half the average above. It's true that those ten gallons would cost you 20 bucks, which seemingly exceeds the 12 ; nevertheless 90% of that is excise (read - stolen by the government) in Europe (about 70% in the US), meaning that the true cost is a lot closer to a coupla bucks. [↩]300mn or so in America (2/3 of those in the North) plus 500mn or so in ~Europe plus a few more millions scattered here and there. [↩]subhumans + socialism [↩]War on drugs, seriously ? The only war the SS is engaged in is the war against humanity. [↩]The naive thing to say here is that "oh no, if humans increased consumption the SS would just increase the excise to compensante. This is ridiculous. For one thing, raising the excise hurts the subhuman part of the SS. For the other, a very pronounced "Bitcoin infection"* process is at work - the higher the excise, the less "popular" the socialism. Driving a wedge between S and S is a perfectly legitimate strategy towards the eventual destruction of the SS.

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* See the NSA-satoshi problem as well as the USG agent problem, or this general discussion. [↩]No, buying stock in Alcoa does not serve this purpose - Alcoa is USG.Alcoa. Running a clandestine anything does serve this purpose, in spades, and clandestine doesn't just mean unregistered hydroponic farm. Hiring undocumented workers works the same way, which is why Argentina is a better place of residence than Europe : every peso you spend here feeds the black market at least fifty cents ; every euro you spend there feeds it maybe twelve cents. Since you can control where to spend, it is rather your moral obligation to spend your money in Argentina rather than in Europe - imposing that 35% or so excise on the income of the SS is by far the largest, cheapest, simplest way to hurt the abomination.

Moreover, as republican interest is very well informed and very mobile by definition, the more determinedly everyone follows this moral principle the more likely it is for SS policies to fail, because whenever they manage to "persuade" (usually by force of arms) some third world place to join their insanity, the immediate and painful loss of income from deserting republicans could, in principle, readily overwhelm the lure of whatever golden future the SS may be promising. [↩]

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Thursday, 12 May, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Married Whore And The Cynful Whore

I opened the door, automatically, without thinking about it. Without thinking about anything. Beyond the door there stood Cynthia. She was barefoot, and otherwise completely naked. She must have been naked for a while, too, because her ivory skin had fully recovered, there wasn't a single mark anywhere.

"What the hell happened to you ?"

She walked past me inside, and then as I closed the door, "I had to come see you."

"Yes, but what happened to your clothes ?"

"I have no clothes."

"I can see that. Why."

"I sometimes do this. It's like a dare, you see. I go out at night, sometimes. When I can't sleep. I pick a good place, leave some clothes there. Sometimes I leave everything, but not usually. Then I pick a harder place to lose some more. It has to be pretty hard. Then eventually when all the clothes are gone the dare walk starts. I don't always lose the shoes. Shoes are the hardest to lose, because without shoes you can't run. You have to be really careful. Well, you have to be very careful anyway, but if you lose the shoes it's double trouble, because you can really get caught."

She spoke excitedly, feverishly, using terminology that was specific, ellaborate, clearly created for the occasion. She'd put a lot of thought into whether it's "the dare walk" or something else, whether it qualifies to that revered status of "double trouble" or not really.

"So where did you leave your clothes this time ?"

"Oh, this time I left everything in my room. I walked out naked. This time was different."

"How was it different ?"

"I don't go into people when I go sneak. That's what I call it, going sneak. It's like commando, but for real pros. You have to go where people could see you, but they must not see you. The highway is the best, but it's a little far. Most won't stop even if they do see you. Some will though, and then you have to hide well in the bushes. Sometimes they can be really persistent. I stole the keys of this fat hog once, he was like a god damned bulldog, kept right after me. Too slow, though. So I dragged him away then doubled over to his car and took his keys. He was stuck in town the whole day, actually ended up taking a room here. God was he pissed. But he has no idea who it was."

"Did anyone ever catch you ?"

"Nope. Tee-hee. Nobody's quick enough."

As she said that I raised my hand, slowly, and grabbed her wrist firmly.

"You're caught, Cyn."

"I'm caught. You caught me."

"How did that happen ?"

"Oh I think you know exactly how it happened."

"I think I do too. Tell me anyway."

"As I went out two nights ago, I heard the boys on your porch. I thought that's perfect, once I lose all the clothes I'm gonna circle back and check it out. So I did. There was your wife, dressed in that bathing suit. God it looks good on her. You know you have the best wife ?"

"Yes I do."

"I couldn't leave. I watched for a while, then I figure I gotta go, but I couldn't think of any place I'd rather be. So I rubbed one off and then tried to go away, but I circled back from the other side. She came into view just as she was taking everything off. In front of all those guys! How could she do this ? How ? I willed myself many times to go out there, to go join her, but I just couldn't. I just rubbed myself raw until you went in. Then I watched from the window."

"And you figured..."

"There's nowhere else for me."

"Alright, well. Come to bed."

"Where's your wife ?"

"She's out working." I took delight in that. How many can say this ? How many ever could ?

"What do you mean working ?"

"You know, out with a bunch of guys, taking all the cock she can. Working."

"Whoring ?"

"Yeah."

"You're whoring her out ?"

"Apparently."

"Oh my god does this mean I have you all to myself ?"

"Yes, but don't get your hopes up. I'm kinda wasted."

"Does she make a lot of money ?"

"Not really."

"How come ?"

"Would you stop with all the god damned questions. It's not a regular thing, I just let her go out with the kids this one time because they're leaving tonight. She's not done it before, and she's only making a buck each time one shoots in her. It's for the hell of it, see."

She settled down in my bed, half straddling me as I lay on my side, her cheek on mine. After a moment she put my hand on her breast. I flicked my thumb over her nipple a few times. Her breast was tough like an overinflated tyre, her nipple very sensitive. Young woman, still growing. She starting whispering slowly in my ear, with lengthy pauses

"But don't you want to... fuck me again... like you fucked me... yesterday... please... fuck me... I need you... my pussy hurts without you... fill me up again... don't you miss it... you hurt me when you went in, like a knife... it went away... but you hurt me when you went out... and it's not going anywhere... please... tear me apart again... please..."

Tired or not I was up with this talk, pushing against her belly. I moved to stuff the young slut, but she held me. "Not yet" she whispered, "let me beg you some more."

Eventually I fucked her lights out, and fell asleep with my cock inside of her tight little hole that was squeezing me for dear life. We fell asleep.

But then, there was a knock on the door. The bedside alarm clock said 10:14. "Come in, it's not locked", I yelled. The door opened, and a very worn Kitty scrambled in. She lifted her heavy eyelids a shade, and then "What the hell happened here ?"

Cynthia crumpled up in a ball at the head of the bed. "I... I..."

"Did you fuck my husband, you little slut!"

"C'mere baby." I said appeasingly.

"You! I leave you alone for five minutes!"

"It's been well over eight hours you know."

"I was working!"

"That's my good girl. Don't worry about it, we'll talk it out later. Let's see what take-out you brought."

"Oh, I'm full of it." she said, collapsing on her back on the bed. As I moved sorta to the side and twisted her hips towards me she pleaded "Go easy on me, I'm raw."

"Don't worry about it baby" I reassured her. "I'll just kiss it better, that's all."

As I was spreading her knees apart just before burying myself in her workplace I saw her motion to Cynthia and heard her say "Come here you little slut. Sit on my face. Let's see what you've been up to all night."

Cynthia straddled her, supporting herself on her thin calves doubled over against the wall and on her knees. She leaned out to the side and a moment later I could feel her delicately kissing my poor overused cock. As she was tasting herself on me, alongside the same thing Kitty was eating out of her, it struck me that here I was, a married man eating the cum of who knows how many men out of my wife's pussy, while my wife ate my cum out of my young mistress' cunt that I deflowered but yesterday while that very same wife was holding her open, the very same wife that was eating her out now, while she, the mistress, sucked me off. Do you see how complicated sexual relations can become ? But with all honesty it wouldn't be fair to say Cyn was sucking me off. She was kissing my irritated glans delicately, like so many butterflies. In truth it was an act of love, subtle and ethereal, not necessarily of earthy sexual gratification. Much like my delicate osculation of Kitty's engorged, angry labia.

Kitty's cunt kept giving and giving. The softer I treated it the more it relaxed ; the more it relaxed the more excess fluid it found in its many nooks and folds. By the time I dozed off she was clean, nothing but her own juice flowing out anymore. My penis was the same way, it oozed and oozed into Cynthia's mouth without bothering to squirt anything anymore.

When I came to, close to sundown, Cynthia was gone. I kissed my loving wife, she kissed me back. We were hungry, but showers came first. Definitely. We didn't say a word, not even "good morning". We showered together, in perfect, blissful harmony. There was no need for words. We got dressed and made to the same restaurant, to again devour the first meal of the day at the time many eat the last.

Just as they took our order I looked straight into her eye.

"How much did you make last night, ho ?"

"Sixty-four bucks, Daddy." she replied with playful seriousness. Kitty'd have made a damn good actress, if you didn't know better you'd have fallen for how meek and concerned she faked out to be.

"Are you fucking kidding me ?" I barked at her.

"No, that's right, sixty-four."

"You're a coupla dollars short."

"It was hard work Daddy, think about it. All those young devils wanted a piece of my old ass - and my god, did they get it. Most of that sixty-four was between my legs. A few times I got away with sucking and swallowing, but they wouldn't let me just jack them off on my tits or anything like that. I had to take it all."

"You wouldn't be holding out on me, now would you." I pushed, for the love of the character more than anything else.

"If I had more I'd have given you more. All I want in this life is to give you all I can give, all there is to give. I love you, baby." she said.

I was so struck with the perfect beauty of the moment it melted my knees. I couldn't even say anything. I just sat there like a teenager, opening and closing my mouth. She loved me. She did. Truly. Completely. That's what it is.

"Do you still love me ?" she asked, her meek, concerned tone back in business.

"I do. I love you, Kitty."

"Even now that you've got a much younger slut ?"

"O ya."

"She's so god damned eager." she said, pensively. Then after a while. "So much better than me."

"She's great, that's for sure. But I don't know about better than you."

"She is."

"Let me tell you how we ended up with her." and I told her Cynthia's little confession. She listened quietly, tilting her head in disbelief. "So you see my dear, you caught her. Because she thinks you're so much better than life, or than she could ever be, you caught her."

"What I got, she can learn. Like you taught me, you can teach her. What she got, nobody can get, no matter what they do."

"If you go that way soon enough we're all dead and it's not worth taking the trouble to as much as tie your shoelaces. Let's have a drink and forget this silliness."

"Good idea."

As the drinks arrived, I told her what I meant by being a coupla dollars short. She enjoyed the opportunity to wail and complain. "There I go, working my ass off, literally, for you, then you go squander it all away on some dumb hussies that don't even do it right. Do you know what it takes to earn a buck, mister ? And then I come home wasted and I find you in bed with the god damned maid!"

I shook my head. I had to agree - she had a very good case for divorce. "So do you want a divorce ?" I asked, to keep with the story.

"Like hell," she burst out, "so I have to pay for the lawyer on top of everything else ?"

The thought of her working out a divorce counsel bill through last night's procedure so as to be rid of the guy that sent her there in the first place was for some reason extremely amusing, and we burst out laughing like schoolchildren. It was the height of comedy, what can I tell you. I suspect the reason so few people can see it that way has something to do with how few people's relationships are quite solid enough to joke about things like that.

We briefly considered returning the LeBaron - we always rented the same car that we had borrowed off her brother for our original honeymoon, a 1972 Chrysler LeBaron. It was impractical to own, but we always managed to find one with the rental agencies to take the trip in - just so that we'd be stranded and have to hitch-hike all the way back to Ohio.

The thought was very appealing, watching Kitty fuck as many truck drivers as she could during the seven hundred mile trip. We could tell them we're going the closest town over each time, take days to cover the distance while getting who knows how many dicks in her each day. We could just you know, take our seats then tell the guy that we have a rule that Kitty has to be naked whenever she's in a vehicle, ask the driver if it was a problem then see how long it'd take him to make a pass.

We might have done it, if we were travelling alone ; but we weren't. It'd have been too risky for the girl, we both agreed. We had responsibilities now, after all, once we agreed to take Cyn in. Besides, who knows what crazy case of crabs she might have caught from all those unwashed dudes.

The evening passed in pleasant banter over drinks, and then we headed back. We went by Cynthia's home, talked to her folks, the whole thing took half an hour and turned out to be a lot easier than previously thought.

That settled, we decided to leave the next day. The word was that Cynthia is to pack at her leisure, come over when done, and we'll leave sometime in the morning ; and on that note we said our goodbyes.

We barely had time to sit down and fix a drink once back in our room, when there was Cynthia at the door, carrying an old fashioned, rigid suitcase.

"Whatcha got in there, honey ?" inquired Cynthia.

"Nothing. It's empty. See ?" and she opened it and showed us the utter nothing inside. "I'd have thrown out the clothes I'm wearing, too, if you'd have let me. May I throw them out now ?"

"And ride naked all the way to Ohio ?" Cynthia nodded. "No honey, I'm afraid we can't do that. We'll get pulled over and then where will you be ?"

"Alright. I figured." she said, a cold, exhausted woe in her voice.

"You can take them off for now, of course." Kitty encouraged her.

"Thank you Ma'am." and within a moment she was the Cyn we had grown to know, naked from head to toe.

We fixed her a drink, long on the juice, short on the vodka. She started to protest, but then thought better of it. She was clearly on her best behaviour, intent on not ruining her dream coming true.

As we were sitting and sipping, Kitty broke the silence

"Does your dad beat you, honey ?"

"Sometimes." Her expression changed, suddenly, and deeply. She was on the brink of tears, and far from the air of maturity she'd usually if somewhat transparently display, she looked about nine. Just a scared little girl, lost and afraid.

"How ?"

"I... I... I'd rather not talk about it", she managed, almost sobbing.

"That's fine, but you have to anyway." said Kitty, firmly.

"He... he makes me go in my room... and go ass up face down on the bed... that's what he calls it. I have to leave all my clothes at the door. Everything. That's how everyone knows I'm going to be punished, because they see the clothes at the door. Then he comes in... and he takes off his belt... and he..."

"That's ok, honey." Kitty comforted her, smothering her head at her breast. "That's ok. That's all gone now." Cyn sighed once deeply, then started crying with gulps and fits.

Once she settled down, Kitty spoke again, calmly, reassuringly. "Now go ass up baby. Martin's gonna take off his belt and beat you." She eyed me. I nodded back. Cynthia however panicked, you could see terror gripping at her every muscle.

"But why ?"

"It's for your own good, baby."

"But I don't want to."

"I know you don't. But you have to anyway."

"Please." the little girl begged. "Please! Please don't beat me. I'll be good. I'll do anything. Haven't I done everything ?"

"Yes you have, baby", gurgled Kitty in her ear, reassuringly, lovingly. "Yes you have. You've done really well, and you're very good." Her words seemed to reassure the girl, and her body relaxed slowly. "He's not going to punish you, he's just going to beat you, that's all. These aren't the same thing."

"But... but why ?"

"You see baby, you can run away from one man, if you don't like him, but you can't run away from the beating. The beating, that you have to take. Otherwise you'll just end up running forever, from yourself."

The explanation visibly resonated with the girl, she brightened up, turned around to me and smiled. "Will you beat me, Mr. Arnett ?"

"Just a little."

"Hit me hard. Please. I can take it." she then turned to my wife "Is it ok if I say when ?"

"Sure, baby."

"Whack!" she suddenly exclaimed. I cracked her one, not particularly hard, but by any reasonable estimation sufficient.

"Hit me harder, Mr. Arnett. Hit me real hard! Please! I can take it!" she said excitedly, and then a moment later "Whack!"

So I cracked her a good one, she recoiled in pain and the welt cut her buttocks, bright, vivid red. She almost started crying, "Ow!" but then a moment later "Whack!"

I hit her slightly lighter, but not by very much, she just gasped and came back "Whack!" immediately. I gave another one, even lighter, not that she could tell with her butt on fire as it was. "Whack!" came the answer right off the ring of the belt.

"That's enough, Cyn." I said. "You've had enough."

"Really ?" she raised her head.

"O yeah. You had plenty, baby." Kitty joined in reassuringly.

"Am I still good ?" she inquired, irrational worry widening her eyes.

"You're very good. You always were very good." Kitty purred. "You were in a bad spot, but that's history now. Don't worry about it. You'll be fine, you'll see."

"Thank you." she whispered very quietly. "Thank you Mommy. I love you."

Turns out there's more than one way to get a daughter, and if you go the right way you can end up with a daughter that's a pleasure to fuck. It's what happened to us, at any rate. I have no idea what was so enticing about the Cyn's zebra-like ass, but as I leaned in to kiss my wife my cock found its way in by itself, and then we just locked like that. Kissing one while plumbing the other, is there a better use of one's time ?

We stopped to buy the girl some clothes in Alabama, in a sleepy mall somewhere between Greenville and Georgiana. The place had clearly seen better days, but they had a decent selection and Kitty took advantage of the opportunity to introduce Cyn to the more social side of public nudity. The two of them went by themselves while I had a beer at a bar across the street. I was the only one there, aside from the bartender, a sleepy, round fellow. They were the only ones there aside from a single sales woman, an older, rotund, sleepy woman. Maybe they were married. Kitty had Cyn strip completely in the booth, and after taking a few things to her to try inside just got her out, stark naked as she was.

The other woman raised an eyebrow, but Kitty homely told her aside the young'un can't wear anything underneath for a few days, on account of some trouble with her grades in school. The other woman nodded approvingly, and congratulated Kitty for keeping the girl well in hand, "somebody gotta teach these youngsters the length of their nose ; it's a pity more people don't like you do, Ma'am."

By this procedure Cyn ended up with a nearly complete Country Western darlin' wardrobe which she was slowly shedding years later still, an enduring interest in banjo twang, which in fairness may well have predated the entire adventure, as well as a much healthier attitude to being naked, in public, among people.

Other than that we reached Columbus without further incident, broadly speaking. We sleept one night in a room in Nashville that looked almost exactly identical to the one we had left behind in Florida, and by the time the sun was lowering towards Springfield we passed Grove City and began, as they say, the first day of the rest of our lives. But about all that, maybe some other time.

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Thursday, 13 October, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Lordship list, third year.

Contrary to ill-meaning, thrice cursed, running dog intimations to the contrary of this here contrary, my previous proposals were actually carried and became law, as reported by Mike's excellent tool :

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Changes to this were contemplated, as follows :

To remove :

Artifexd. Proposed by ben_vulpes, I support the idea. The fellow hasn't been around in a long time and isn't running any TMSR infrastructure.i

Chetty. Unfortunately she expired and well... that's that.

fluffypony. The fellow is, and has been, and for all anyone can see will indefinitely continue to be doing his own thing, with complete disinterest to anything or anyone else. This is neither good nor bad - it is pointedly irrelevant, and as such he really has no place in this list.

nubbins`. Nice fellow, of the bourgeois persuasion. He minds his beer and his paper orchards, and shares a joke occasionally. Should be invited to parties but really can't be a lord lest his presence confuses the noobs. withdrawn over the lord's spirited defense.

Even with these changes there are some names which similarly don't meet the fiefdom criteria, with varying degrees of court involvement. I would seriously consider supporting deletion of these the next year ; with the exception of dignork and diametric which I might support as it is.

To add :

phf, as proposed by ben_vulpes. I see merit in this proposal and support it.

diana_coman, on the grounds of her very active work with Eulora. She is not generally very active in courtii, so I will readily understand if the peers pass on this proposal at this time.

I believe a number of other fellows would make good candidates for next year's update - I won't name names, but I would softly propose that in general people who haven't been around for a year or more should not make the cut for that consideration.

———The logic is that there are two principal items which make a lord : presence in court, and actually holding title to a fief. This ancient tradition readily maps to our present situation : the court is #bitcoin-assets in all its resplendent glory ; a fief is that thing which you do for victory.

Should be probably repeated, lest it is forgotten under a layer of the grime simple minds secrete in tandem with carbon dioxide and the other products of cornute respiration : being a lord is not an empty honor, but the honor of recognition, by your peers, for a useful purpose. If you aren't doing anything you broadly speaking can't be one, and if you are one it is upon you to show up in court and help settle matters (and in the process help the other lords understand you and predict your future moves). Rare exceptions of quiet lords were known throughout history, and to no detriment of either their clan or their sovereign, of course. [↩]174 lines over the past year would count for a lot anywhere but here, of course. [↩]

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Tuesday, 09 February, Year 8 d.Tr.

The Lordship list, third year. On #trilema this time.

Oh, recall the start of this discussion, back in February ? Merely six weeks have passed hence, and yet how things seemingly set in stone for the end of the world do themselves vary and transmute and novatei!

To summarize the flow of closest-related events, here are some snippets from the old channel :

On March 23rd, starting at 20:40:19 :

mircea_popescu mk, so upon consideration, the issue here is that me nulling the logs is at best a stopgap, and no sort of long term or tenable solution. there's certainly no sense in me continuing to pour words into a bag i won't read the logs of, wtf.

mircea_popescu while it is incontrivable that the lordship has failed utterly, and is in no sense the guarantor of keeping spammers and idiots away from the forum as intended (youhadonejob.png!!!), that is a distinct and separate problem from what to do with #b-a.

mircea_popescu reviewing that, i can either 1) log as mod and ban the schmuck or else 2) ask kakobrekla to alter the l1.

mircea_popescu 1 has the manifest disadvantage that it is an exact replay of the bitbet drama. it may be argued that it is "clean" and "elegant" and "all i wanted was to protect you, son", which is so much idiotic patriarchical nonsense it makes my skin crawl - and thus let's extend kakobrekla in public the same sympathies extended in private ;

mircea_popescu 2 requires the man who just saw the product of his not-inconsequential efforts die over "not doing what mp says, with money" have to choose whether to do what mp says... but with people, this time. we did in fact start this channel together, just like bitbet, and he did do a lot of infrastructure work here, just as there. so... what do ?

mircea_popescu i dunno, but the fact remains this nonsense can't continue, if for no reason then because i won't be any part of the most recent attempt of fiat world to reclaim the republic. so for the sake of variety, let's go with : kakobrekla, you willing to take nubbins off the l1 ?

Later that same day,

21:35:17 kakobrekla http://btcbase.org/log/?date=23-03-2016#1439691 0 || L2>0 but instead L1 + L2 > 0, which also goes along the notion that lordship no longer exists. the power is your hands now, people.

23:40:34 asciilifeform 'Hard is it on earth, / with mighty whoredom; Axe-time, sword-time, / shields are sundered, Wind-time, wolf-time, / ere the world falls; Nor ever shall men / each other spare.' (the poetic edda, vol1)

23:56:26 mircea_popescu i'm about as interested in participating in democracy of any kind or description as you can imagine. #b-a existed to any degree and in any sense for as long as it wasn't that. it can go back to being #okcupid or whatever the fuck else the "power of the people" warrants.

23:58:28 kakobrekla not really a democracy but there is no more immutability for l1

00:01:56 mircea_popescu i guess might as well try this.

By noon the next day it turned out that the solution wasn't actually implemented, and on the 28th

mircea_popescu upon consideration, i see no reason to continue supporting or otherwise encourage kakobrekla's bizarre worldview. on the contrary, i view further involvement with the nonsense as considerable moral hazard, and a miserable thing to do altogether.

mircea_popescu there's absolutely no place in the future, or among civilised people, for this "hi i r zuckerberg and i ~created~ facebook" thing. i can see how it continues the "oh, mp is raining money, let me not get in his way" thing from before, but consistency in poltroonism does not enact poltroonism as an acceptable life philosophy.

mircea_popescu i can readily understand that fiatism has been for all and sundry the unique way of life, since "forever" ; i can see how the shit is well ensconced and difficult to wash off. nevertheless, loyalty to a group, as opposed to the individual, is still socialism, as much so as either GOP or NSDAP ever were. preserve that and you preserve it all.

mircea_popescu vaguely defining the group in question, ad-hoc or after the fact, does not resolve the problem, one's still a poltroon. appeals to "science" or "law" or whatever other conveniently vague abstraction still doesn't resolve the fact that one's placed himself on the hostis humani generis side of the debate.

mircea_popescu and so, this is the end for this particular irc channel as a venue for tmsr. the irc festivities are moving over to #trilema ; with a more selective lordship list and improved tools all around. you're welcome to join - but leave the fiat mind behind, lest it drag you too back down into the swamp.

Soii ends the story of #bitcoin-assets as the forum of the Republic. The festivities are continuing on #trilema, where the new lordship list has just been introduced. It reads like so :

deedbot deedbot rated diana_coman 1

deedbot deedbot rated hanbot 1

deedbot deedbot rated trinque 1

deedbot deedbot rated bingoboingo 1

deedbot deedbot rated mod6 1

deedbot deedbot rated danielpbarron 1

deedbot deedbot rated mircea_popescu 1

deedbot deedbot rated mike_c 1

deedbot deedbot rated asciilifeform 1

deedbot deedbot rated davout 1

deedbot deedbot rated ben_vulpes 1

deedbot deedbot rated phf 1

Everything works the same as it used to, if better this time. $up and $v to voice ; $etc everything else. Deedbot runs Lisp under the hood, which is pretty cool, and trinque said he's going to clean it up and publish it for curious minds.

See you around.

———Yes novate is a word. Yes in English. To novate, novation, look it up.

Oh, you had thought only innovation exists ? Aww! [↩]The quotes contain one specific claim and one proposition advanced that are not acceptable ruat caelum et pereat mundus.

One is "i made it inhabitable for some interesting folks", derided otherwise as the Zuckerberg fantasy.

The other is "b-a should be self regulating and not depended on what mp or kako thinks", which essentially proposes to revert a republic made of people into a welfare state made out of some tired re-implementation or other of Lafond's slave mistress. It should be evident by now, but if it is not evident let it also be plainly stated, that I own that woman, and that she neither can nor wants to stand before me, but feels her place is, and enjoys her place being, on her knees.

The world hence may be what X thinks, or what X and Y think ; or what X, Y, Z and K think, and so following. The world can never again be "not what X or Y think". Believe this even as you read it, for if you do not, or will not, or can not, you will believe it even as you bleed your last.

You will note that in the other matter I had not the time to wait pointlessly for kakobrekla to come to his senses, nor did I enjoy the tolerance for ineptitude manifested as "solutions" that neither practically work as claimed nor serve the purpose they're supposed to serve. Any scruple I might have had (and I had, and expressed, if belatedly) about acting without involving him stands well vindicated by this later turn of events. [↩]

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Saturday, 02 April, Year 8 d.Tr.

The longest S-expression in the history of Lisp (of which Computing Science is a subset, of which "Information Technology" is a subset, of which what you''re currently doing probably is a subset - a circumstance which does not plead in favour of your intelligence, or for that matter moral values)

Quoth the logs :

phf: entire wot as one giant s-expression, for people who are into that sort of shit, http://btcbase.org/tmp/wot.sexp (9.5MB)

It occurs to me this is a rather momentuous occasion. As it's well established by now, Lisp is a fine language with no practical applications - except, of course, for La Serenissima, which is using it extensively, along with all sorts of other ancient technologies meanwhile buried in a cloud of cargo cultist shit (like for instance the RSA signature and encryption schemei, or static linking, or so on and so forth).

In which vein, let us make a day of it as the saying goes, and list the wonder for inquiring minds which might wish to know : s-exprtxttarii.

Congratulations. You are now a lot closer to computing than any 4 year undergraduate program could ever have put you. Doesn't it feel great ? Now consider it didn't even saddle you with financial debt (to say nothing of the technological debt the retard factories saddle alumni with)!

———No, "PGP" or "GPG" have nothing to do with RSA signatures. Not anymore. It's been confiscated from them, on the grounds that the fuckwit Zimmermann (not the one that shot the porch monkey ; another one) actually admitted to having "lost" his historical key, then pretended like this is not important, and generally moved on to serving USG with all sorts of faux "dark phones" and assorted Tor-ish skulduggeries. The other USG assets involved don't even have the distinction of a faint bright moment in their distant youth. [↩]This should have been inline, but can't be, because everything that came before us is wrong.

Holy shit it cut out all the dots in the filename except for the last one also! [↩]

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Category: 3 ani experienta

Tuesday, 21 June, Year 8 d.Tr.

The latest lolz from the Department of State

Verbatim,

U.S Department of State

2201 C Street NW

Washington, DC 20520.

Contact phone number (+709 701-4615)

Your ATM Visa Card Will Be Shipped Through USPS To Your Address

I am Mr. John Forbes Kerry, United States Secretary of State by

profession. This is to inform you officially that after our

investigations with the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), Central

Intelligence Agency (CIA) and other Security Agencies

in the Country for the year ended 2015, we discovered that you have

not receive your fund.

I have made it my first point of call since taking office to settle

all Outstanding Payments accrued to Individuals or

Corporations with respect to local and overseas contract payment, Debt

Rescheduling and Outstanding Compensation payment.

This is to make sure all Outstanding payments are settled beginning of

this fiscal year 2016. On Behalf of the entire staff

of the U.S. Department of State and the United Nations in

collaboration with World Bank, we apologize for the delay of your

contract payment, Winning or Inheritance funds from most of African

Countries and all the inconveniences you encountered

while pursuing this payment.

However, from the records of outstanding beneficiaries due for payment

with the U.S Secretary of State, your name was

discovered as next on the list of the outstanding payment who has not

yet received their payments.

Note that from the record in my file, your outstanding contract

payment is $40, 800,000.00 (Fourty Million Eight Hundred

Thousand Dollars) loaded in an ATM Visa Card that allows you to make a

daily maximum withdrawal limit of $5,000 Five

Thousand Dollars).

I have your file here in my office and it says that you are yet to

receive your fund valued at $40,800,000.00 (Fourty

Million Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars). This Funds will now be

delivered to your designated address or your preferred

payment option.

We have perfected all modules on how to bring this fund to your house

without any problem, but be aware that United Nations

and the United States Government has only authorized my office to

release the Sum of $40,800,000.00 to you as true

beneficiary of the Fund.

Note that your loaded ATM Visa Card will be mailed to you through

Priority Mail Express (USPS) to your designated address

immediately you admit full compliance to this email. You are advised

to kindly reply this email with the below details

enclosed to help ensure safe mailing of your ATM Visa Card:

Your Full Name:

Your Contact House Address:

Name of City of Residence:

Country of Residence:

Direct Mobile Telephone Number:

ID Card, DL or Passport Copy:

Age and Occupation:

NOTE: Every documentation proof for your fund have been packaged and

seal to be mailed together with your Visa Card to your

address. Therefore, the only obligation required of you by the laws of

the Government of United States and the financial

Monetary Policy of the Supreme Court, states that; you as a

beneficiary must officially obtain the irrevocable LEGAL STAY OF

PROCEED from the Supreme Court of USA, as a means to justify the

legitimacy, transparency and clean bill of funds from USA so

that by the time your funds gets to you, no authority will question

the funds as it has been legally certified free from all

financial Malpractices and facets. The LEGAL STAY OF PROCEED is valued

at a cost of just ($390.00usd) The fee

payment can be

made through Western union or Money Gram Money Transfer here in the USA:

SEND THE FEE VIA WESTERN UNION OR MONEY GRAM MONEY TRANSFER:

Receiver Name: RONALD L. BROWN, JR

City Winston-Salem.N.C,USA

Text Question: Good

Text Answer: Good

Amount: $390.00usd

After you make the payment, then kindly fill the below details or

attach to us the payment slip:

MTCN:

Senders name:

Senders address:

Sender current cell phone:

As soon as the above mentioned details are received, The LEGAL STAY OF

PROCEED will be secured on your behalf immediately. I

need all the compliance that I can get from you to ensure we get this

project accomplished. Personally, I am very sorry for

the delay you have gone through in the past years. Thanks for adhering

to this instructions which are meant for your sole

benefit, once again accept my congratulations in advance.

Thanks for your cooperation as your quick response to this email

notice with adherence to the above instructions is highly anticipated.

Yours Sincerely,

Mr John Forbes Kerry

Email (

U.S Department of State

2201 C Street NW

Washington, DC 20520.

Contact phone number (+709 701-4615)

Apparently things aren't going too great for teh USG.

As you no doubt noticed they started dabbling in spam a few years ago - back then with a focus on "please call me so I get some free credit from the phone company". Meanwhile the situation has evidently deteriorated, and apparently to the point where John Kerry (you recall, the lanky, haystuffed scarecrow Putin keeps urinating on) is actually begging for WU transfers like a regular crack whore down on her luck.

If you have any accounts receivable backed by this supposed "full faith and credit of the United States Government", I can't help but feel very sorry for your loss. It may take a while before John Kerry manages to collect enough to pay you, $390 at a time.

But whatever, merry stay of proceed to you and your fund! May it be free from all financial Malpractices and facets, and may you long live to enjoy it.

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Tuesday, 04 October, Year 8 d.Tr.

The labyrinth of gender

Let's leave the Minotaur alone for a second and look at the walls.

So, for one thing, there's biological gender, properly known as sex ; and improperly thought of as somehow reducible to "the dirty bits". Nothing could be further from the truth, biological gender is all-pervasive, every single cell has its own individual mark, there's a dedicated chromosome for this purpose alonei. Each individual cell can be either male (XY), female (XX) or defective - and defective in this context means "deeply retarded" in the very best of cases. As a general rule it means "aborted silently in the third week". There obviously isn't, and there obviously couldn't be anything people can do about this - the notion that superficial cosmetic changes alter biological gender is typical for the ignorant sort of formalism favoured in the colonies, but otherwise the height of ridiculousness ; you might as well imagine some town merchant somewhere sells the right sort of powders and lip balm that'll turn a pig into a goat, you've just not found the right stall yet is all. Keep looking, I guess ?

Yet for another thing, there's cultural gender, which is usually what's meant by "gender" alone, and this is equally deeply involved in everything we do. Every single action, every single coping mechanism, any and all strategies fall on either the side of the Sun or the Moon, with very little exception possible or even conceivable. Suppose your son turns out gay, and suppose this is a problem. Is he gay because he's a shithead - literally, his composition's incorrect ? This view makes you culturally male. Is it rather because you brought him up wrong ? Well... you're a chick now, culturally speaking. Do you think "poverty breeds crime" ? Congrats on thinking like a woman. Do you suppose "criminals should get the chair" ? Male again. On it goes, there's very little that falls outside of cultural gender. Is your response active or passive ? Outwardly or inwardly directed ? Transitive or reflexive ?

But of course there's also subjective gender, which broadly speaking has absolutely nothing to do with anything seen in nature. People just pick something, arbitrarily which generally means randomlyii, and then more or less stick with that. If you're lucky their ideas are informed by a cursory anatomical self-examination, but until you start taking ownership of women as chattel and start making them do stuff (such as parade around the house naked and look at themselves in the mirror) you'll never know or ever guess just how little people know about themselves. I'd be much surprised if one in three live humans ever gave themselves a frank look, however briefly, and I don't expect the numbers came out better at any point in history. The Minotaur's just damned scary, what!

Complexity takes over from here. It's a point of fact that biologic gender changes very little, you may see slightly more cunts during fat times and slightly less after a good war, but generally speaking there's a balance at work and it doesn't allow much leeway. Meanwhile, it's also a point of fact that available cultural gender roles vary with population density, and very intensely so. If there's few people around, everyone's male, whatever they may carry between their legs, which is how women got the vote in Washington state way early and without much ado. If there's many people around, most everyone's female, like it or not, which is how you ended up being a girl.iii There isn't much one can do about this, as population density increases optionality reduces until the choice becomes very strictly "play the chick or burn everything down"iv.

There are, obviously, very bad reasons for keeping the herd composed of mostly females : it's easier, cheaper and faster to build its numbers up above the carrying capacity of the land. Yet for as long as one wants to fuck pretty girls, that one's stuck forcing the insane ecological cost of keeping immense herds aroundv. Besides, it's so easy to justify, even to oneself. Don't you find ?

The situation is truly without possible exit ; a direct mirror of the political conundrum. There, people know they live off fancy, unbacked promises capitalized in the tangible form of fiat currency ; and wish to continue doing so. No such thing as "reform" nor "a different political class" nor anything of the sort may exist - things work the way they work because of accepted necessity, and they won't change simply through loud disavowals at the various junctures. Similarly here - people want what they want, and are paying the costs for it. Bitching and moaning all through the process, of course, but the fact remains that "the manosphere" is entirely composed of a bunch of sour cunts that, while whining throughout their rape, thoroughly enjoy it. Just don't make them admit it out loud, they don't wanna be doing that, which is how far their chastity goes. On the other side of the aisle, "feminists" are merely trying to dissolve subjective blocks to regendering, so it's easier for more people to faster embrace what's socially required of them. Seeing how once you've decided to go to the dentist it's really very bad form to pick fights with the anesthesiologist, what exactly do you have against them ? Jus' doin' they jerb!

And so here we are : at the end of the "labyrinth of gender" we find, of course... well... yourselves.vi The walls were only there to distract from the fact, and the fact is that there's no price too high. Moreover, who's to say sticking solidly with cultural femminity is such a bad thing ?vii Worse things could readily be imagined, and if not necessarily worse then certainly scarier.

———And it's not an idle after-the-fact mark, either - cells are built in the first place, and maintained throughout their life, according to their genetics. [↩]But not in any useful, hard, mathematical sense of that term, of course. [↩]If you imagine "a monogamous equal partnership" can happen in between anything but two cunts you're either stupid or deluded. Seriously, wake up and smell the coffee, this is exactly how my slavegirls live! They're just as married in pairs as you are! [↩]And, as often pointed out in the logs, this choice does exactly nothing for those who like living in towers that are tall. [↩]Beauty lies on a Gauss curve. Whatever your idea of "pretty girl", there'll be more of her the larger the herd gets.

Beauty also has nothing to do with it, if your idea of "fucking" is "talking" and your idea of "pretty girls" is "smart boys" exactly nothing changes. [↩]Sorry, it's not "ourselves", I've exactly nothing to do with any of you. Can't say I ever tried, either. [↩]Taking it up the ass can be as pleasant as anything else, if you do enough of it. Takes some getting used to, like anything else, but women that had the use of their cunt forbidden and now orgasm anally only do exist in the deepest recesses of fetish communities. If a girl can do it, why couldn't you! You wouldn't let yourself be beaten by a girl, what sort of a man are you, amirite ? [↩]

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Sunday, 05 June, Year 8 d.Tr.

The King of Comedy

The King of Comedyi is a movie from the 70s proudly displaying how so much cooler than the 80s the 70s wereii. In it, Robert De Niro plays nubbins`, the celebrated king of bitcomedies, coin-operated communities and two bit leaflets.

The role of nubbins` is not an easy one. People keep calling him mister for no apparent reason. Soft spoken blondy assistants conspire to prevent him from accessing "Jerry", the bizarre deity of the world he inhabits (a deity he somehow finds himself on a first name basis with, for no apparent reason). Nobody as much as introduces his malfunctioning head to the various pieces of furniture, a disinterest in his education very cruely mirroring the glacial neglect his own father showed throughout his sad, dysfunctional childhood.

The unapologetically ugly Sandra Bernhard does an excellent crazy trannyiii, and relentlessly builds up a to a surreal scene where a kidnapped guy in his 60s is supposed to have sex with something peeled off the cover of Cosmodyke. On the spot, just like that. They hadn't even invented Viagra yet!

The deep lack of substance, the ridiculouslyiv superficial image of reality that forms in the vermins' eyesv the deeply, profoundly cargo-cultish relationships they form with the world around themvi are mercilessly dissected, documented, laid out with a patience worthy of better material. For this reason the film is worth watching, especially if you're the sort that either liked Search and Destroy or otherwise are an Andy Kaufman fan. Also, being a film it can pretend like it all works out for nubbins`, which is, at least from a certain perspective, a marked advantage.

———1982, by Martin Scorsese, with Robert de Niro and, apparently, Jerry Lewis. I thought the ugly fat frog with an unpleasant voice and all the funny of chewed cardboard must be some random B lister impersonating that guy that spent his career trying to pretend he's Carson. Turns out that no, in the sense that exactly. [↩]No, seriously now, all that bad furniture, all those ugly buildings, all the shitty music and all the shitty pop-culture... No wonder Zappa was so angry. [↩]Yes really, at no point does the abomination on camera look like anything but a street urchin that fell through a heap of lipstick. [↩]I guess properly speaking it used to be ridiculous, now it's just common. [↩]To quote a splendid monologue from that repository of splendid monologues,

Autograph fiends, they're not people. Those are little beasts that run around in packs like coyotes...They're nobody's fans. They're juvenile delinquents, they're mental defectives, and nobody's audience. They never see a play or a movie even. They're never indoors long enough.

[↩]Oh, talking into the telephone didn't "make one famous" ? Must be that you're not wearing the right disguise! Kidnap one of the famous guys, make him do it, then it'll work! [↩]

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Wednesday, 09 March, Year 8 d.Tr.