The girl that had the world ahead of her

This much happens to be true, incidentally. She did have the world ahead of her, however briefly, while I talked to her. However briefly, however hopelessly, the ewe was nevertheless actually in the classroom, chewing peacibly at the paper in front of her.

It's not true, however, that there was one. In fact, there were two, supposedly distinct, allegedly distinguishable, entirely cosubstantial barn animals. I used "Burroughs' technique" to reproduce the monolinear flow out of their disparate, disjointed spews. The question before you is, can you reproduce the original "distinctions" ? Can you distinguish these putative "individual" cows at the breeding farm somehow ? Somehow, no matter how, to any degree, tiny as it may be ?

Because if you can't... the stakes are exceedingly high, you realise. Like the last time, like every other time, the stakes are your whole life. Can you, or can't you ? Is it, or isn't it ? We proceed!

Moo: HAHAHAHHAHAHA

Moo: HAHAHAHAHHA

Moo: Omfg

Moo : Not EVEN to mention if anyone is serving anyone in a relationship with me t'iaint going to be me. But again nice job on assumingii

Me : That's.... a lot of stuff.

Moo: And why I'm the would I do that? Not even kidding.

Me : You can start with Why would any girl want to be a slave ?! I guess.

Moo : No shit. Seriously talk to someone first before firing off your wack message because honestly we are not even close to compatible

Moo : No, you misunderstand. I know about the M/s dynamic. To better rephrase my question: Why would I do that for you?

You obviously haven't looked at my profile very well which is a red flag. You've breached protocol by propositioning me while I'm in a dynamic. You've not asked my daddy about this at all who has experience in M/s.

As he stated: Any man who msgs another person online, for lack of better terms, demanding service/submission deserves nothing. They're a pretender, a fake dom, a poser.

Daddy taught me well, engrained protocols, and etiquette in me.

Now if you wish to follow protcol, and speak to me with respect we can be friends.

Me : Lol. Suppose you stick with the dork in question instead, seems punishment enough.

Moo : I just read your profile too and I am laughing even harder because dude. Fifty shades is the worst fucking example of bdsm out there, it started as a twilight fan fiction, and I am not going to drop my life for some dude (ain't knocking girls who do just you for assuming). Like I just graduated with honors I got the world ahead of me. Thanks for the laugh tho

Moo : Well everything makes sense now, new to fet and the lifestyle. 25 friends, following over 10k women (doesn't come off as pathetic at all). No knowledge or protocol, or how to even carry yourself (you act like a dick when turned down) 37yr, thirsty, and desperate enough to msg someone asking them to serve you? Haha you're just another pathetic, thirsty, rapidly aging man who is lonely and can't get laid.

Good luck trying to get your little pecker wet

Me : "Following" is not nearly as meaningful as you assume. I don't think I've ever looked at anything to do with them at all ; the number is the result of automation, and there strictly to irritate the sort of assumptions you tend to make.

Moo : Following someone is the result of sending a friend request that hasn't been accepted. Meaning youve gone to over 10k profiles and sent friend requests. Your statement makes sense in this context

"I don't think I've ever looked at anything to do with them at all"

Had you taken a moment to look at my profile instead of throwing out blanket msgs, you'd see I'm in a dynamic/relationship, and I'm not interested in anything other than friendship. Instead you wasted your time (unless you really are as lonely as you come off and want someone to talk to.) When a breach of protocol was brought to your attention which you had made (protocol you as a 'master' should know) you came off as a butt hurt little boy resorting to insults.

Automation- the use of largely automatic equipment in a system of manufacturing or other production process.iii

You're typing words I don't think you know the meaning of.

Me : So how many passes of this "protocol" you imagine you can foist upon the world not working out for you does it take before you realise it's meaningless convention among people who have nothing to do with anything ?

It ~is~ a reviewable notion, yes, not a fixation. Hm ? Or you expect "Master that doesn't follow my protocol is not really a Master" to hold and "My prediction of what Masters do turns out to have been false" to not hold ? Are you educated enough to distinguish the structure of religious and scientific thinking if placed neatly before you or not quite ?

Moo : You really have no life do you? For some reason you just keep messaging me.

Me : Looky, I'm not particularly interested in what you think you're doing. I'm only interested in how well you pass my own filters. As far as it goes, your existence is purely performative. Why isn't this self-evident ?

Moo : I keep informing you how I'm not interested at all, and referencing basic protocols you've broken. Yet instead of apologizin for the insults, breach in protocol, and acting like an asshat you quickie change subject and continue to msg me

Moo : You proved my point again

Me : So tell me about this world you got ahead of you.

Moo : Why? It's not like this will go anywhere. Not to mention you in Costa Rica so like. We are never going to meet

Me : I was in Buenos Aires before, and all over Europe, the profile pic's taken in Turkey, and so on. Yet... I thought the world was ahead of you. What world, the inside of a cage ?

There's a lot you don't know, principally because your keepers don't tell you and you've not the werewithal to figure out much on your own.

Moo : Buddy I had figured plenty out on my own. Don't mansplain my own life to me because I don't want to be your slave and called you out on assuming someone who didn't explicitly say they were into that was into that. Certainly a bigger world than what some dude who doesn't know me assumes he can give especially after I said that if I was in that kind of relationship I would not be the caged one. Don't bring it up again.

Me : Is "mansplain" the updated soviet for "burgeois decadence" or what ?

And so it continues, indefinitely. Were I generous enough to keep throwing little tidbits of attention through the cage bars it would continue approximately forever, protestations of disinterest etc notwithstanding. Because yes, when sheep are concerned "no" very much means "yes". What the fuck else can it mean ?!

So anyway... how's the hallucinated optionality doing ? Pantsuit ideology defensible after all ? Aferations of unexamined individuality still erect ? Anything ? Hello ?

Awww.iv

———Yes, I replaced their Windows apostrophes. Not because it'd have served to distinguish -- of course both retards use them, duh (and of course they're not aware that mark of idiocy already whispers stories in my ear that their brutish senses can not hear, DUH) -- but because I don't like the crap on my blog. D'uh. [↩]That's part of the pantsuit retard handshake, the "accusing someone of assuming" bit. You're supposed to bla bla. It's like old style religious life, where the priest says dominus vobiscum (may your master cum on you, vobis being "you" and dominus being approximately how you say household), and the behehehes bray "et cum spiritu tuo", approximately preserved in Romanian as "[s-o] futi pe ma-ta". [↩]Isn't the contrast between her satisfaction with her "education" and her utter cluelessness entirely sublime ?

Was the point re "US education === sex abuse" ever more clearly splaid out for display ?

Such unpleasant questions, especially if one's a moron. [↩]I suppose there's always the usual solace of "at least we got the lolz", so don't feel too down about it. [↩]

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Category: Trilterviuri

Monday, 28 May, Year 10 d.Tr.

The fabulous day of many firsts

mircea_popescu: anyway, im taking the bitches for a beach trip ; mind holding off till i'm back ?

Because I'm one of the blessed few who can ask politely the flow of time and revolution of planets to take a momentary break ; and they comply. Wouldn't you like a pause button for your universe ? Welcome to the world of my priviledge.

Sadly, the bitches in question forgot to pack any one of a number of cameras, and consequently I'm going to have to recount the encounters of the day. Let's see if indeed ten thousand words are worth a few pictures.

So first off, we met a... baby crocodile. It didn't even take much work -- parked under a copse of palms, dodged the pair of maccaws that flew nearly into my hat as I got out of the car, walked the thirty paces straight to the water and there he was. Dazed and confused, no longer than ten centimeters, yet unmistakably a crocodile! By the nose, by the eyes, foremost by the fucking attitude. Do you understand this itty bitty nothing I could have stomped into the ground barefoot nevertheless hissed and gaped its diminutive maw and threatened me ? Some are born rabbits and some are born apex predators, and they know which they are.

So we let the beast be and went for a lengthy walk on the deserted beach, literally like walking through a painting. And then we sat down, and watched the legions of tiny hermit crabs move over the sand in a direction of interest ; and the hole digging crabs carefully come out of their holes while keeping one eyestalk on us, because you never know. They're hysterical, these guys, they build themselves little cities of holes here and there, connected by little paths and rolled up sandbits, I had some epic shots but no camera to materialize them with. Literally, imagine a soundset city, but of crabs.

And then, we came to a congregation of the turkey vulture guys ; there were about one hundred of them, gathered on the beach, standing still and looking at one, up on a single solitary pole, about three meters tall, like a sort of vulturnian dais. They were all silent, except for the preacher extending its wings in strange, fantastic patterns. As we approached they started to scatter, and when we walked back half hour or so later they were all gone.

And then we sat to watch the sun set among the impossible clouds and their neverosimile vermillion, and as we sat we noticed the crabs are actually eating some delicious white stuff scattered on the beach. I wondered aloud "what, they're vegetarian crabs" ?! It seemed improbable, and then it struck me : the curled up white debris around that slight depression in the sand ? TURTLE NEST! That's exactly what it was, too, were we there for sunrise rather than sunset we'd have doubtless had another one of those on our hands.

And then the girls confirmed that they had packed everything : alcohol, marshmallows, stakes, charcoal, the works. So while they unloaded the coffee and cookies and assorted accoutrements I dug up a little hole, sprinkled a half bag of charcoal in it, piled flotsam atop that, poured about a cup's worth of straight alcohol atop and lit a match. The whole thing went instantaneously, in half a second the pile of blessed debris turned into a lively fire. So we sat, and chatted, and s'more'd, and coffee'd and cookie'd and "may I take off the bra, it's really uncomfortable" "sure, take off everything".

But then the rain started, and the night fell suddenly, so I announced affably to the naked girl bent over, "You're a total beach bum, you know that ?"

"Ughnnn..."

"Just look at yourself, naked, barefoot on the beach, being taken from behind like an animal."

"Innnnnhhhhnnnn."

"Zi 'is curva'."

"Us coorve."

"Nu tu. Is curva."

"Üs cürve."

"Is..."

And so following. Because if you don't teach the girls you love how to live like streetwalkers, who will ? And besides, "did I tell you that was the wettest I ever was ?" Rain was coming down pretty heavily by that point, of course, yet I suspect that's not specifically what she had in... mind, let's say. Oh, and, "that's the first time I was fucked at the beach" and "that was the first time I was fucked in the rain" and so on and so following. "But don't they have beaches and rains where you're from ?" of course they do... and yet...

They don't have who to fuck them, where they're from. Ye ken ?

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Category: Zsilnic

Thursday, 10 May, Year 10 d.Tr.

The deathstar touched me on the dolly.

It occurs to me that there's a deep reason English (as in, the pigdin used in our colonies) latches so desperately on "black culture".

In every sane language there are devices specifically useful to communicate across gaps. In Romanian, for instance, if you refer another's mother by the construction ma-ta, such as in the construction "noi suntem baietii de care ti-a spus ma-ta sa te feresti" the derogatory intent is directly evident (due to the construction being a cursing mainstay and its natural linguistic habitat being "ma-ta-i curva"). This then permits actual humor, the building block of which is saying "doamna ma-ta", approximately "her ladyship your mother".

The English version above says nothing to you, right ? Though your brain is brimming with the excitement of discovering an actual language that actually works at that only function of language ever : the understanding of they who don't like you. Doesn't it ? You could almost see it, right, the implication being that the speaker doesn't think so highly of your mother ?

That's the fucking point of language, not clucking to yourself while you pull on your inch-long clitty, not chirping "all is well, all is well" like chickens in the coop. No. None of that. The only point of languagei is forming a mental image of what's going on in the head of those who are more than willing to drive a ten foot long spike up your ass ; and in the case at hand maybe you're getting somewhere ? Could it be part and parcel of the problem is they don't think very much of your mother ?

"Black culture" (in quotes because there is no such thing -- on either score) has an almost functional device for this purpose : yo momma! If I say "her ladyship yomomma" it's almost evident what I mean, and the earlier untranslated bit turned into "we're those guys yomomma told you to steer clear of" also suddenly almost conveys, in an infantile, snot-nosed sort of way, doesn't it ?

But "english" (as spoken by you boisey morons) does not have such things. All it has are forced memes, nonsense like "battlestar galactica" and "luke vader", pushed into your consciousness by no intrinsic merit or utility whatsoever, but simply the communication needs of detergent brands. Detergent brands also have to speak across gapsii ; unlike you, they understand that's what language is for, and they "set to it" in the imbecile way Americans set about doing things. It "cost a pretty penny" but as a result "spreading works", they're proud to report.

Was there ever a more misfortunate, hapless, desperate people lost in a harsher desert than you lot ?

In any case, the subject of today's article, now that we're done explaining the title :

What happens is that if you pop (ie, get much better results than per usual) while crafting in Eulora, it'll dump on the ground around you whatever didn't fit in the drawers, nooks and crannies of your crafting table. Hence "pop", see, you were there at the CNC mill, drudgery of daily day, when suddenly... pop! One barge's worth of whatever threaded pipe you were making came flooding out. Wouldn't that be fun ?

So as I was burning Flotsam to shape Slag into Base Metal Studs, suddenly wham! Nine million ECus' worth, ie lots and lots of Tinkerer's Petrified Feelings and Sentiments with a top of... Base Metal Studs. Except these didn't find room in the table, so the game put them in the environment. I had forgotten what the mesh looks like, and so, shock and awe, what occured to my poor toon!

There you go, the deathstar touched my dolly, what can I tell you.

PS. It sucks though.

———Well for you, anyway, as the female in this relationship. [↩]That's what gaps fucking are, the gap between your trenches and their trenches, the space between the battlements and ramparts built on your castle's walls and the imaginary line uniting the points of spears with points of campfires down below. That, and that only, and nothing else. The space between a handshake. [↩]

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Sunday, 24 June, Year 10 d.Tr.

The Community of Division. Or, Puteria y Verduleria.

As the Italians say, "cominciamo bene". In fact, the rains have washed not merely chunks of road here and there (a good half dozen places directly visible in a day's driving) but an entire alpine pasture, a good few acres. Gone!

That's the volcanic cycle, you know, rocks get spewed up with lava only to be slowly washed back into the ocean with rain. What can you do ?

Move on, I guess :

Welcome to Divison, the community. Problems ?

Well... whatever they may be, they're nothing the mists of time can't fix for you.

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Category: La pas prin lume

Sunday, 30 December, Year 10 d.Tr.

The common psychosis

The aspirational class exists (and is readily recognizable) through expressing a peculiar thematically organized psychosis. The basic structure of this psychosis is remarkably stable, and readily explained :

First, the psychotic instantiate groups out of disjoint objects. In order for a collection of objects to properly constitute a group in a context, each individual object must meet some quality or property relevant in that context. Instead of identifying proper groups through qualities or properties of the objects in question, the psychotic merely instantiates groups on the basis of its representational needsi, and thus regularily and predictably produces ideal instantiations of very little intellectual merit, such as "the nation of africa", "scientists", "the earth", "everyone" -- a short step from the universal psychotic currency ("they").

Second, the psychotic instantiate "speakers", iconic representatives of the previously hallucinated groups. These are entities appointed to hold a pars-pro-toto relationship with the entire group, not for some reason to do with the individuals included in the group, nor their relationship to the icon, but again because of the subjective needs of the psychopath himself.ii

One particularly indicative symptom of the psychotic process is the extreme defensiveness of the psychopath if confronted with any discussion of the exceedingly shoddy relationship uniting the ill defined groups of the first step with the irrationally chosen icons in the second step : without exception the psychopath will perceive the discussion as an attack, specifically directed at him ; without exception the psychopath will recognize and classify this "attack directed at him" through a self-maintained library of "similar attacks"iii ; without exception the psychopath will exhibit no curiosity whatsoever towards the possible breach in his mental model that the discussion engenders, the exact opposite of sane behaviour.

Third, and finally, the psychopath will immediately interact with the representative icon he selected for the imaginary group, as if it were exactly what it is : a figment of his own imagination. Therefore, to the common psychopath, the sentence "scientists agree that [...]" does not parse in any sense nor to any degree as a discussion of the state of understanding of a field, fragmentary, disjointed and non-uniform as it may find itself. Instead, what the psychopath means is that he has instantiated a group, for which he has appointed icons, with which he finds himself in immediate communion. This excludes the possibility of error and the necessity of doubt, as indeed there can be no space between what the icons say and what the psychopath understands, rendering the proverbial heavy lifting to featherweight effort.

The last item in the articulation also readily classifies the common psychosis : it is not chemical, nor is it organic. The common psychosis is simply stress psychosis, induced in the weak of heart by the extreme abundance of ideal objects, the deluge of representation, the endless truckloads of possible disjointed meanings coming head on down the Information Superhighway.

This conceptual abundance is particularly indigestible for a certain subset of the planet's population, specifically the barely literate, monolingual scions of an erstwhile republic. As the star of their state set, the intellectual fashions prevalent settled on a particularly ill-advised rehash of their earlier primitive ideas of individualism and self-sufficiency. The resultant ideological murk (" New Age"), anchored by "self-esteem" and "you can do anything", is particularly ill suited to survive the onslaught of the Internet era, exactly in the way and exactly for the reasons Nazionalsozialismus was ill suited to conceptualize the superiority of soviet armor, or marxism-leninism ill suited to conceptualize the sociopolitical dangers of "cool".

Group psychosis is, of course, and of necessity, a transient state. As far as individuals themselves are concerned, the impact of psychosis is generally severe. The unmitigated failure of attempts to address the problem to date do not bode well for individual prognosis as a general concern, even though some progress has been seen in extremely limited individual cases.

Palliative care is of limited utility ; the golden standard as far as a cure is concerned definitely revolves around resolving the expectation side of the problem, rather than attempting to address the structuring of the psychosis itself. Individuals that manage to interiorize their relative irrelevancy and powerlessness (such as for instance through contemplating the significant practical cost of hallucination) tend to naturally reduce and over time perhaps even eliminate the TOP under discussion, while individuals that are confronted in terms of the flaws and overall dysfunctional nature of their psychotic worldview generally dissociate (either violently, or catatonically, or hyperactively, creating ever more intricate onirical constructions).

It is for this reason that narcissists have particular trouble avoiding in the first place, and resolving after the fact, the mental issue. As the narcissist has serious difficulties internalizing his own unimportance, above and beyond the normal tendency of the human psyche towards inflationary misrepresentations of the self, it is then to be expected that narcissism would be a marked comorbidity of the common psychosis.

———This procedure is known in literary theory as "the planet of the hats" because of the impression left by the cheaper, mass produced fiction of the 20th century, of everyone (in very large groups, or even on the whole planet) wearing the same metaphorical hat, id est ideological persuasion and general outlook.

This aggravated and took on a very concrete and material shape in the early days of fictive visual representation (as distinct from cinema, the alleged 7th art, which is meaningful not merely representative), when the perceived need to represent "planets" (as part of the "science-fiction" pulp style) conflicted with the present capacity for representation (absent the capacity to create ideal objects, the only open avenue was to decontextualize real objects, the exact equivalent of filming the shadow someone's fingers projected on a wall and then passing the footage off as representing a rabbit), driven as it was by the constraints of mass production in the 20th century (for something to be abundant it must be identical so as to be mass produced, thus all shadows appear recognizably the same in countless specifiable ways). In practice, whole "planets" were represented with exceedingly little diversity, and perhaps in the process inspired the great inter-socialist struggles of the same period. [↩]The similarity with primitive magic thinking is indeed striking -- much like the magician of yore selected one apple or one wreath of wheat to stand for the whole orchard or field, similarily the psychopath of today will pick "representatives" for the hallucinated groups that populate its mind. [↩]In fact, just another group produced through the exact same process, so let the clinician not be at all amazed should he end up equated with any random other entity -- the relation makes sense to the psychopath through the exact same process : once the clinician has been included in the group of "enemies that launch attacks", he is to be spoken for, in the mind of the psychopath, by the "representative" icons the psychopath himself chooses. [↩]

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Category: Cocietate si Sultura

Sunday, 27 May, Year 10 d.Tr.

The catfishing story

lowly_slut Found it :)

LordMPofTMSR hey!

lowly_slut hey

LordMPofTMSR win

LordMPofTMSR anyway, you don't know what irc is ?

lowly_slut no I actually don't. technology is the one area I don't have much knowledge in - which is definitely an issue considering it's 2018 lol

LordMPofTMSR lol. what do you do for a living ?

lowly_slut I'm a student, majoring in human biologyi and hoping to go to medical school

lowly_slut yourself?

LordMPofTMSR i'm... ah, you don't know who i am huh.

lowly_slut oh I already did my internet searching trust me lol

lowly_slut but asking directly tends to get you good answers

LordMPofTMSR lol. so basically i lord over a buncha projects / people.

lowly_slut a hardcore, tech-savvy supervisor

LordMPofTMSR you know ?ii stuff sluts' nightmares are made of.

lowly_slut the best sluts have good dreams about the things normal people consider nightmares

LordMPofTMSR this is quite so.

LordMPofTMSR do you want to tell me some ?

lowly_slut my sexual dreams? I could write an entire saga.... probably longer than lord of the rings lol

LordMPofTMSR you ever read http://trilema.com/2017/mom/ ?

lowly_slut I haven't but I will now. love that you write

LordMPofTMSR there's really a lot on trilema ; once you're done with that, the continuation is http://trilema.com/love-in-an-elevator

LordMPofTMSR and i shall be off to town ; but if you're around later drop a line, we'll chat smore.

lowly_slut I'll be around. message me when you're free :)

lowly_slut love that story by the way. brutal gang bangs are on the top of my wishlist to try

LordMPofTMSR look at this :

LordMPofTMSR * lowly_slut has joined #trilema

LordMPofTMSR * lowly_slut has joined #trilema

LordMPofTMSR * lowly_slut has joined #trilema

LordMPofTMSR * lowly_slut has quit (Ping timeout: 260 seconds)

LordMPofTMSR stop doing that, it's stupid.

lowly_slut I know it is, I don't do it on purpose

LordMPofTMSR lol ok.iii

LordMPofTMSR aaanyway, what were we saying ?

lowly_slut I believe we were discussing sexual fantasies

LordMPofTMSR ah right, you were going to tell me some of yours.

lowly_slut Honestly, it's easier to explain what I *don't* like because I'm very interested in a lot of things

lowly_slut I'll try pretty much anything twice

LordMPofTMSR but you also have ~0 experience irl ?

lowly_slut I have ~23% experience

lowly_slut irl

LordMPofTMSR ahahaah what the fuck. what did you divide to get that figure ?

lowly_slut wellll I figure I have a lot more experience than someone with none, but it felt overzealous to say I had experienced a quarter of things yet....but I've also tried a lot. so 23

LordMPofTMSR they don't teach you statistics in biology anymore ?

lowly_slut would you like a normal distribution curve so I can approximate that number using my calculus skills? lol

LordMPofTMSR "i tried 391 out of the 1700 things there are to try" is how you get 23%.

LordMPofTMSR and if it's 39 out of 170 you don't have 23%, you have 20%. because significance is a thing. yes ?

LordMPofTMSR the significance of your number is, wait for it... 0.

lowly_slut in the grand scheme of everything I'd like to experience, its significant to 0

LordMPofTMSR were you ever naked on the street ?

lowly_slut nope

LordMPofTMSR at a club/bar/party ?

lowly_slut nope, I have started going to a swingers party, but I've never been nude in a typically vanilla environment

lowly_slut well actually

lowly_slut there was this party in high school where everyone dropped acid and I was naked the entire night.... so *Technically*

LordMPofTMSR lol ok.

LordMPofTMSR what's "started going to a swingers party" mean, you're not even married ?!

lowly_slut swingers party as in a group sex environment. maybe the terminology is distinctly different, is it?

LordMPofTMSR swingers means married people getting together to exchange partners. it's a... 1950s airforce/suburbia thing, mostly.

lowly_slut gotcha. well this is just an orgy party loliv

LordMPofTMSR aaanyway. ever had sex with someone not your age / from your environment / however you politely say "as dumb as you in the same exact ways" ?

lowly_slut as dumb as myself?v

LordMPofTMSR you know what fashions are, right ? like how everyone in the 70s had the ridiculous hair ? and the pants ?

lowly_slut yes trends

LordMPofTMSR ok. ever had sex with anyone who wasn't in your own cultural bubble.

lowly_slut yes

LordMPofTMSR wanna tell me about it ?

lowly_slut well.... I fucked one of the professors at my college. not my own - I don't need to fuck for a grade, but yeah I liked his position so I fucked him

LordMPofTMSR did he teach you anything ?

LordMPofTMSR i don't mean, in his subject matter.

lowly_slut the professor? he didn't teach me anything really but fucking him somewhat ignited a sexual revolution I was/am still going through. Basically I want every experience I can get

lowly_slut I also had a little stint talking to this one guy who loved watching me fuck BBC. I was raised in a very suburbia, upper middle class white area, so going to the ghetto and taking bbc from older black men with a much lower vocabulary than mine was an experience

LordMPofTMSR did you do a lot of that ?

lowly_slut I fucked 5 BBC's for him and filmed everything

LordMPofTMSR why ?

lowly_slut because I'm kinky as hell and want to try everything

LordMPofTMSR did anything interesting come of that ? personally i mean.

lowly_slut yes. I wasn't attracted to black men at all before that, now I love getting fucked by BBC lol

lowly_slut definitely led to a great change of mindset

LordMPofTMSR that's rather impersonal, isn't it ?

lowly_slut well what do you have in mind as being personal?

LordMPofTMSR you ever seen glengarry glenn ross ? the movie ?

lowly_slut no I haven't

LordMPofTMSR ah. well, pacino has a few great lines in them, one of which being, "the fucking's not generally what you remember of the great lays you might have had. but some noise the broad made, the way she held her arm..."

lowly_slut well... I don't know. all the meetings were very impersonal honestly... I wasn't interested in sticking around or getting to know them

LordMPofTMSR why not ?

lowly_slut I'm not attracted to anything other than their cocks and what the dynamic represents..... so I'm not really trying to cuddle and talk much lol

LordMPofTMSR what does the dynamic "represent" ?

lowly_slut I like being a little white slut that takes huge black cock. If we really wanna dig deep we can talk about how it represents a flip in social norms, talk about how it represents true dominance - black man destroying the white girl that would've oppressed him 60 years ago during Jim Crowe USA. Where I grew up, there's still some racism too and even though I consider myself quite progressive, I was around a lot of people th

lowly_slut I'm not supposed to be fucking them. white people are "above" them (not true but some people still believe it)

lowly_slut so it like feeling like a dirty slut being taken raw by people some of society view as below me

LordMPofTMSR eh get out, destroying my foot. it's not made of soap, you know.

LordMPofTMSR all this is so much esltard wank.

lowly_slut esltard?

LordMPofTMSR a sec

LordMPofTMSR here : trilema.com/republican-thesaurus/

lowly_slut so english as a single language combined with retarded?

LordMPofTMSR exactly.

lowly_slut so I sound too american?

lowly_slut these are obviously new terms to me

LordMPofTMSR you know how populations stuck on islands degenerate ? just so culturally, provincial peoples degenerate, end up with these highly wrought piles of nonsense.

LordMPofTMSR i don't think you're too american, for one thing america is where i live, you knowvi ? but i do think the people you're around are pretty... how shall we put it... narrowminded ?

lowly_slut lol you can say that again. my immediate friends and nuclear family are quite openminded but the community I was raised in isn't

lowly_slut I live in mid-michigan. you can imagine.. it's quite narrow-mindedvii

LordMPofTMSR but this entire "bbc" that as-fucking-if "destroys" bla bla, is just wank of a different color. as if instead of a red lampshade you put a yellow lampshade. same fucking lamp.

lowly_slut that's a very fair statement

LordMPofTMSR and i think it's a little bit wasteful to fuck some guy you don't even talk to. because who knows, maybe the black guy some retard reduced and repackaged for you as "bbc" had something actually meaningful to say to you.

LordMPofTMSR if you but listened to the guy you're fucking instead of some rando maniac ranting and raving behind imaginary cameras on a set that only he can see.

lowly_slut lol somehow you understand my situation without me even needed to explain it

LordMPofTMSR i am known for this.

lowly_slut i think it was important for me to learn how to fuck without any connection however. useful skill to have

LordMPofTMSR no dispute.

LordMPofTMSR but anyway, free bit of advice from guy you ran into on the internets, whether he somehow understands your situation without your even needed to explain it or not :

LordMPofTMSR the principal problem for you is running into idiots masquerading as doms.

lowly_slut absolutely

LordMPofTMSR i have known girls with a lot of baggage as a result of rando idiots pretending their abusive nonsense is bdsm.

LordMPofTMSR generally, they're 23-25 ; when they were your age they i expect they sounded a lot more like you.

lowly_slut my most recent experience was definitely that scenario

LordMPofTMSR how did that go ?

lowly_slut uhhhhhhh

LordMPofTMSR what, you're bad at storytelling or something ? go ahead, let's hear.

lowly_slut started with a guy on fet saying he's the guy in http://www.wired.com/2014/01/openbsd/

LordMPofTMSR ahahaha what!

lowly_slut ended awfully

lowly_slut it's embarrassing but I totally got catfished. I'm a smart girl, but this guy was an absolute psychopath. he toyed me along for like 2 months and he spun an extremely good story

lowly_slut but I also wanted it to be real so I was more inclined to believe the good and ignore the bad

lowly_slut but I fucked 5 bbcs for him, listened to everything he asked of me, filmed everything and sent it to him, only to be stood up because he wasn't who he said he was. It was impulsive and now that I'm typing it out makes me sound like the dumbest girl out there, but you know how manipulative people can be

lowly_slut and he was older, experienced, offered me money, and was kinky and was helping me explore things i wanted. it was the type of relationship I've realized I very much want, and so yeah a lot o factors played a role as to why I was so gullible

LordMPofTMSR so you fucked some guys, not the end of the world.viii

lowly_slut it bothers me that I was lied to, and knowing that those videos with my face in it are out there. It's probably fine, but what it, you know?

LordMPofTMSR from what you're describing odds are you'd hurt him more by publishing them yourself lmao.

LordMPofTMSR the sort tends to treasure the items. anyways.

lowly_slut especially because I still need to get into graduate school and eventually a residency program. obviously he's a psycho so what would stop him from going one step further and posting everything somewhere?

LordMPofTMSR i wouldn't be too worried about it, i don't know anyone who's anyone and would seriously hold stag against a girl.

LordMPofTMSR now the opposite, "eh, she doesn't even have sex tapes" as a put-down, now that i heard plenty of times.

lowly_slut but yeah he's probably fat and old and will probably just wank to them forever, which is fine - he outsmarted me he deserves the fruits of his labor. as long as they're kept private lol

LordMPofTMSR and if they're public what ?

LordMPofTMSR you've seen buncha girls on my profile, not like they died from it.

lowly_slut but he was quite manipulative and I knew it wasn't proper BDSM but i went along with it because the person he was impersonating was hot as hell lol

LordMPofTMSR was this on fetlife ?

lowly_slut met him on fetlife yes

LordMPofTMSR but i mean... how do you mean impersonate ?

lowly_slut kik

LordMPofTMSR that didn't enlighten me...

lowly_slut google images, instagram, knowing your lie inside and out, and being a psychopath all help

lowly_slut we talked almost daily for almost 3 months. that's just cruel.

lowly_slut internet people are craaaazy

lowly_slut this person catfished as their passion, they invested time into the process

LordMPofTMSR i never heard anything like this from a fetgirl before.

lowly_slut really?

LordMPofTMSR honestly.

lowly_slut well I'm young and naive i suppose

LordMPofTMSR reasonably rare, i talk to a lot.

lowly_slut but I'm not stupid. I'm quite intelligent actually, which is why I'm so disappointed and surprised in myself

LordMPofTMSR i can tell.

lowly_slut and frustrated

LordMPofTMSR cuz stuck in shittygan ?

lowly_slut no one plays me like this and gets away with it irl lol

LordMPofTMSR lol

lowly_slut being stuck in shittygan as well lol. beautiful state buuuuuut I'm moving to a city for med school

LordMPofTMSR ah right, how about moving over here for a coupla weeks ?

lowly_slut you never know ;D

LordMPofTMSR of course... my interests don't really run towards gangbangs and such.

lowly_slut what are your interests?

LordMPofTMSR obedient girls, basically. the smarter the better.

lowly_slut obedience is sexy

LordMPofTMSR ikr?

LordMPofTMSR but! you may be too young to be enslaved, honestly.

lowly_slut I want a master because I want to learn to be more obedient. I've always had issues with being impulsive, and blindly driven by my strong emotions

LordMPofTMSR hm.

lowly_slut why do you say that? I agree, but why do you say

LordMPofTMSR yes but listen, you're not even 20 yet. there's maybe some stupid you still gotta get out of your system ?

lowly_slut honestly..... got a lot of stupid out in my early days. I'm much more composed than many 19 year old girls

lowly_slut had many more experiencesix

LordMPofTMSR well be that as it may, it won't be discerned over the internets anyways.

lowly_slut I don't need to do stupid things other kids my age are doing because I was the crazy kid that did that at 13/14

lowly_slut but i still have some left in me of course, I'm very young

LordMPofTMSR generally it's "come for a coupla weeks, if i like you you may stay". in your case it's more like "come for a coupla weeks, we'll have fun and if you truly really want it... ill think about it"

lowly_slut it would be interesting

lowly_slut but I'm also not a drop everything for a life of sexual slavery kinda girl

LordMPofTMSR you'd be in a proper house though, no bs.

LordMPofTMSR you'd have to behave.

lowly_slut i would love to experience that environment

lowly_slut it would be extremely interesting

LordMPofTMSR would it ?

lowly_slut yes I've always wanted to see how a "proper" BDSM household operates. I think it would be interesting. even if I don't enjoy it I would highly revere the experience

LordMPofTMSR because even senior girls can get in trouble and end up with a few red welts on their backside in short order. it's pretty intense

lowly_slut that does sound a little scary, in all honesty, but that's what makes me intrigued

LordMPofTMSR that said, i don't expect i'm very typical, in all honestly. not that such a thing as "typical" exists outside of faker-fanfic.

LordMPofTMSR but generally i'd guess i'm a lot more relaxed than most.

lowly_slut really?

LordMPofTMSR well yes.

lowly_slut the breaking in period...seems as though it would be a lot

lowly_slut I'm sure you have to bring down a heavy hand at first, to establish yourself no?

LordMPofTMSR nah.

lowly_slut well that's nice to hear lol

LordMPofTMSR lmao.

LordMPofTMSR you'll do most of that for me yourself, why should i be bothered.

What can I say, "accept no substitutes" ?!

———You know biology students seem to work quite well ? [↩]Tech savy, you hear that ? I hope we understand each otherrrrr!!111 [↩]What'd you have said, o ye technologically savy folk ? Hm ? [↩]Because what they do these days for "swinger parties" is, everyone hires a whore and they show up with their "partners" to "exchange". Most escorts even have specific tariffs for this service in their little book. All hail the mass culture.

By the way, remember back when "progress" was "consensus" and so the only way anyone ever denoted The Republic was by presuming it is the avant-garde of the place the fucktarded dullards are all headed eventually anyway ? What a sickening way of looking at things! [↩]It stings, because imagine this wonder -- nobody told her before she's fucking stupid. The only true lot of infancy, childhood and adolescence, sheer and unmitigated idiocy, and nobody diagnosed it for her. Not ever.

You are remiss in your duty and derelict of life! [↩]It's a continent. The United States dangles off the side of it like stinky dangles off the underside of donkey. [↩]I can't imagine, because counterexamples I won't go into the details of are all I know. [↩]Can you believe this insane shit, by the way ? [↩]And she also dropped the percentiles, just to humor me! [↩]

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Category: Trilterviuri

Tuesday, 03 July, Year 10 d.Tr.

The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari

The Cabinet of Doctor Caligarii is interesting for two main reasons.

The first would be the shapes. God almighty what notions of how a window's outline looks these Germans managed to come up with! It's worth re-watching this thing through an edge-finding filter just for the god damned shape-play. I really have nothing else to say, it can't be said, I don't know how to say it, go ye and see for yourself.

The second would be... well... let's talk about it.

So, there's a "town clerk", to which the bum has to apply for a fair show permit. I can see the argument for doing it this way, however insufferable this immixtion of authority upon their biologically-given noblesse may be found by various adolescents. What's the bum say ? That he's a bla bla bla, whatever bums called themselves back then, and he wants to show a bla bla bla. What can the clerk say, besides "I guess ?" So he does.

Then the bum sells his show to the folk. Now, the rakes in the audience, the actual city folk with city experience aren't interested. And yet, some people are, fat farmers with their wives, young girls out on the prowl, noobs and marginals. It's exciting! It's interesting! What's the deal offered them ? "Trade this much money, ie, amount of sweat, of grain, of what have you, for nothing palpable at all." It's a scam, fundamentally, all preoccupations of the spirit detract from the city's wealth, which is a solid argument for the clerk to not have admitted the thing in the first place. But whatever, right ?Let people make their own choices.

Yet what choices are they making ? "I would voluntarily give up this slice of bread from my plate to see something I never saw before, something new and wonderous". "Cesare the Somnambulist" is proposed to fit that bill, as it happens, but whatever, right ? If they enjoy it then it was a show ; and if they clap then retroactively Cesare will have been The Somnambulist. It's how this somnambulism thing works (and didn't they pick a great name ?).

Yet how was it a show ? Before it was a show, it was a bum's notion of getting to some bread, wasn't it ? And what did he do ? He put some make-up on a guy, he made up a broken story, but broken specifically in a certain wayii... tried to come up with something people'd make a show out ofiii, right ? He's going to show them something that isn't new, or wonderous, at least not necessarily. Google doesn't show you new things, it shows you things it expects you want to see, right ? And Seinfeld didn't make a billion dollars telling jokes, that's Carlin. Seinfeld made a billion dollars carefully avoiding anything that may conceivably upset anyone. Right ?

The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari exposes things about gnoseology, what.

———1920 -- that's right, almost one hundred years ago. By Robert Wiene, with Werner Krauss, Conrad Veidt. From a time before women were worth putting in films. [↩]Why are there spelling errors in spam copy ? Why is the "somnambulist" in a box past a curtain past a gate ? The bum keeps droning on, and then moving on, and the impression in the audience that something's finally happening overwhelming, yet what is actually happening ? Mispackaging, a kind of misdirection, right ? [↩]"Nothing happens ?"

"Nothing!"

"Why is this a show ?!"

"Because it's on TV!"

"Not yet..." [↩]

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Category: Trilematograf

Thursday, 28 June, Year 10 d.Tr.

The bitch doth protest two woof.

How about you drop whatever it is you're doing and dedicate your life to serving me ?

LordMPofTMSR Not even kidding.

bonesthehyenai Very ballsy of you to ask. If you took one second

to look at my profile you would see that I am owned and collared.

You are disrespecting my Master. As a self proclaimed "Master"ii

you should know that you should not approach someone else's sub

without the Master's permission.

I will kneel to NO ONE but my Master. And I am loyal to Him.

Even if I was not owned, you have not earned my respect

or trust that is needed for me to serve someone.

LordMPofTMSR That "earning" is your job, that's what you do as a sub : you put the work into figuring out why I'm actually the Master, and some random dweeb you happen to be loyal to because he happened to be there when you opened his eyes can't be, no matter how much proclamatory work you put into it.

Supporting reading : trilema.com/that-loser/ to the first point, and trilema.com/an-examination-of-conflict/ to the latter.

bonesthehyena I have shown absolutely no interest

in finding another Master or speaking to you.

LordMPofTMSR While this is true, it is also entirely irrelevant.

bonesthehyena You make assumptions

about my Master, yet you do not even know who he is.

I will not submit. You do not interest me.

If you think I would bend the knee so easily you are delusional.

bonesthehyena Tell me- why do you want me to be your slave?

LordMPofTMSR Eh, this "don't know who [truly] is" bla bla... of course I do. Not in the absolute sense autistic kiddos imagine trumps all, but in the practical sense. On the basis of what I see of him I know as much as I need to know. For instance, I know no battery chicken at the poultry farm is piloting aicraft, notwithstanding that I don't personally know any of them in any sort of sense or to any degree they themselves would deem satisfying. What, I have to fuck chickens to know they're no airplane pilots now ? Nonsense.

And I really don't care what your intrests are, or how you misrepresent them to yourself. Fate took a hand, and gave you an opportunity. Whether you live up to it or fail is entirely your own fucking problem, stop trying to include me in it.

bonesthehyena You seem to think so highly of yourself,

yet you chase a pup that is loyal to someone else.

How nice of you to disregard someone else's interests...

You want to own someone that doesn't want

anything to do with you? You want to own someone

that is not loyal to you?

You made the move to message me. You asked for this.

You're really stepping on some toes here.

I suggest you learn how to back off from

subs that are owned.

LordMPofTMSR

> You want to own someone that doesn't want anything to do with you?

Not at all.

> You want to own someone that is not loyal to you?

Certainly not.

> You made the move to message me. You asked for this.

What is this, abuse 101 ? I didn't ask for "this" ie your inept attempts at reducing the world to absurdity, "how about you explain to my why I'm interested in X" nonsense. Nobody can explain this to you ; you're to take the time and examine X and discover why in point of fact you are interested. The contrary conceit, where people "explain to kids why math is interesting to them" and similar crap has resulted in an innumerate generation.

I step on toes for a living, yours aren't even that impressive in the larger scheme.

bonesthehyena I will also not be owned by someone over the internet.

Because totallies, you know ?

———20F "pup". Which... yeah, I believe, seeing how the girl's profile lists dozens of pics of her in various elaborate dog costumes and scant much else. If you don't count the few pics nuzzling with a german shepherd, so... yeah, I also assume she's been well knotted by this point. [↩]I have no fucking idea how this contingent of idiots came about or why they think their nonsense sensible. "As a self-proclaimed non-idiot you should know we idiots agree non-idiocy carries potatoes in its pockets" ? What the fuck sense does this make! Someone somewhere actually thinks dominance is instituted by a collective vote or what the everloving fuck is going on at the rettird farm! Why should I know or care what their imaginary "if I were a rich man" stories say! Because that's just how things are or something ?!

And yes, I notice even if I gloss in amused silence over the "as an x..." retard device, sister trope to "once upon a time" and "you must understand that...". [↩]

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Category: Rautati si Mizerii

Sunday, 18 November, Year 10 d.Tr.

The Asphalt Jungle

The Asphalt Junglei is an exquisite, utterly authentic rendition of Sir Thomas More's problemii on a script vaguely reminiscent of I soliti ignoti. In this true and truthful desert reign a desperation and a desolation as only free men can ever hope to build. The strange, expressive, blocky shapes of man-made items, cars and fans alike, resonate with the howling emptiness of everything outside, in a concerto of radiative background silence.

It tells the story of a farm boy forced into town and the girl that, back on the farm, would have loved him. She's a one-eyelash whore half-working a half-brothel (half-clip joint) hereiii, and it's no improvement. It's no betterment, it's no liberation and it sure as plugged drainage isn't any kind of progress.

Anyway, he dies, she cries, there's other things going on in the background. Such as for instance Marilyn in tip top shape, doing what she ever did as she ever was : the bipedal cow. She's evidently mentally retarded, by the slurred speech, by the horizon of preoccupations, by the fact that they gave up 500 takes in and included footage of her visibly looking at the director for directions whilst walking. But her hips are wide and her tits are juicy and her waistline undulates and James the Mick like Miller the playwright like Bubba the athlete like John the sniveling cur like Yves the frenchypoofiv like you and like me and like my girls -- everyone wants to fuck her (and most actually managed, she was a good girl and put out like a champ).

But he died doing what it was he wanted to do (within the space left open to his action by all the other people doing what they wanted to do). Oh, who ? You lost track of him, didn't you. Ok then, see, freedom is the best possible thing, with technological development a close second. That way you can lop off one leg just as you elongate the other, for optimal results : stability and the happy completion of all the journeys you aim to undertake. Isn't that right ?

Of living things only bacteria are truly free, and that's strictly because there's absolutely nothing they can do.

———1950, by John Huston, with Sterling Hayden, Louis Calhern, Jean Hagen, James Whitmore and an 11th billed Marilyn Monroe [↩]Consider the theoretical statement :

Oh? And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned 'round on you, where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? This country's planted thick with laws from coast to coast -- man's laws, not God's -- and if you cut them down -- and you're just the man to do it -- do you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then?

Then consider the discussion of a practical implementation,

Freedom, you see, it's not all that it's cracked up to be. The unfree will behave in certain ways, and that behaviour, if slavish, if controlled, nevertheless allows an entire complexity to be built. A free man will behave in any random way, and that puts an insane amount of pressure on any and all things, resulting in very sharp limits for "the tallest building that can be built", metaphorically speaking. It's true that in this world every thing that stands has an incredibly detailed, fascinating relief etched on every side by the extremely strong winds. It is however also true that no thing will stand for very long, and that such a world is but a desert by another name.

Sir Thomas More's problem is that civilisation is built on the backs of cows, not by the hooves of horses -- and it's a major problem, for any and all who'd seriously consider freedom as a lifestyle. [↩]There's a mythological beast in Romanian ethnology, "jumatate-de-om-calare-pe-jumatate-de-iepure-schiop". It appeared at about the time modernity's town crashed against the stubbornly rural wooden civilisation of these stranded Roman legion veterans, and it encodes their disdain of it in a form that's only accessible to you through me, now, centuries later. Half-measures, you see ? Half-men half-riding half-steeds, see ?

It was said that "this is precisely the mark of genius in art : that forms once produced remain permanently and immediately meaningful throughout the passage of time" before, and so it was and so it stays. [↩]Edith Piaf's pooch. [↩]

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Category: Trilematograf

Sunday, 18 March, Year 10 d.Tr.

Terribilibad

I misspelled Terribilidad, and now I can't be arsed to fix it! And in the same vein, there were much more interesting things I was going to put in the channel, but then I said to myself why put them in the channel when you're going to write an article on Trilema anyway, and then here we are and I forgot all about what they were. Odds are I'll remember after I've published this and won't be arsed to edit them in (under the flimsy pretext of "not changing articles after they were published", a seemingly sound bit of "principled thinking" that's very nice and good and look where it led us!).

In any case, we went to the beach! You know, that sandy place of Earth where the Ocean comes!

Oh yeah, I remember now. Whore baked me muffins for the trip and... hm. Nope, this wasn't it. What the fuck was it ?!

Anyways...

I see we understand each other.

Now the thing about the beach is... there's ducks there.

Tree ducks.

They have the most ridiculous song you could possibly imagine, sounding approximately if exactly just like tree ducks!

I see we yet again understand each other.

Maybe it was something about how she does yoga naked by candlelight and then I got some ice and... hmm, nope, that wasn't it either.

I can't remember what it was ; but on the good news front, slut found me sushi place that actually has salmon roe! And other sausages and delectable preserved meats, such as fresh yellowtail, red snapper, and finally, eel! (Cooked eel, of course).

It's just like Applebee's, or some other good quality and value chain like that!

Oh and before I forget -- if you're the sort that has nonconsensual, nonmonogamous relationships with women who have relationships with anyone else (simpler put, if nothing says "love" to you like genital warts), or if for any reason you're at risk for getting that other kind of crabs, fret not an' worry no longer! The Greater San Jose Cultural Area has the answer you've been waiting for!

This undistinguished-looking, humble monodoor-to-the-street clinic nevertheless enjoys the very distinct advantage of being exactly equidistant to each of the 319 love hotels, by-the-hour condominiums and other assorted&associated stabiliments of venereal occurences downtown!

And in closing,

Hide your urethras!

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Category: La pas prin lume

Tuesday, 03 July, Year 10 d.Tr.

Tamara Drewe

Tamara Drewei is not even terrible. That's the most that can be said about the item itself, so instead of wasting our breath there let's discuss two more general points.

First off, have you noticed the systematic (and evidently deliberate) attempt of cucks shooting movies in the past decade or two to follow "a female point of view" exclusively, focusing on a supposed "female internal life" as if such a thing existedii and to the detriment of everything else (which here means literally, everything) ? Somehow, magically, the inescapable reality of just how intolerably, mindnumbingly boring, utterly uninteresting, entirely stale and tiresome the outputs of this approach are has so far escaped cucks' notice, which I credit as the truly amusing aspect of the whole bondoogle. How, just how can you sit through two hours of a camera following women around and it not occur to you that they actually pay the folk over at the lab to watch the rat cages ?

I will readily grant that the "camera following woman around" is the necessary and predictable continuation of our contribution to this world, just as much as say the camwhore atrocity. Obviously camera follows the naked lady around as the fundamental and foundational convention of porniii, and the inhabituation with this mode will necessarily and for the obvious reasons produce "mainstream" cinema using the same tools in the same manner. Nevertheless, hasn't anyone ever told these nimrods that porn is boring ?!

~~~ Unrelated Interlude ~~~

Your argument that women are responsible for bad movies seems untenable. With respect, your movies aren't even aimed at women.

Hey, fuckly, listen to me, my movies exist because of women, because they've driven men batshit crazy into 'man caves' and Call Of Duty XI. Did they have giant robot movies in the 1930s and 40s? No, all of those movies had dance numbers. Back when a guy could punch a dame for overcooking a chicken there was no shame in watching some fool tap dance his way through WWII. Now these bitches expect you to change a diaper and shave your balls? Fuck that. Giant robots.

~~~ Related End of the Unrelated Interlude ~~~

Second off, consider that if the year were 1960, the "incidental" of some loser UStard getting away with murder, especially in Europe!!!1 would have made the whole film and three sequels. Today, it can be safely and quaintly a minor plot point, which the audience is both expected and trusted not to notice it too much.

Did you even remark that the age-old conceit of cinema, imported from an even older craft, demanding imperatively and without possible escape that murderers are punished in the very work was abandoned ? When did it get abandoned, how, and why ?

Did you notice that a different conceit, very specifically of cinema (and drawing its roots very specifically from Goebbles' use of mass media, at that), demanding that the technologically superior derives no benefit from his superiority against the average, moderate, salt-of-the-earth, ignorant-as-rocks characters ? That is still there, notwithstanding how ridiculous it is, and how entirely and absolutely not supported in practice.

They did away with the murder stain, notwithstanding that the cases where one effectually escapes it are scant, but they kept the "hacker gets caught hacking by dork" nonsense, notwithstanding that there hasn't yet been a case seen where this is actually how it played out. Remember the MIT rape ?

The necessary conclusion here would be that the "common man" of 2010 does not fear murder! He is so far-removed from any sort of consideration of his own death the conception of his violent and premature ending at the hands of another simply doesn't exist, for him. What the "common man" of 2010 cares about is me, and his rape at my hands, that is important enough to maintain spurious, anti-realist conceits around. Murder however... he's forever 12 and what is that ?

For my own use, this films marks a moment of convenience, "that moment in time when the general public crossed into fully blown psychosis". Because it's what it is, absolutely, indisputably, when the public thinks itself invulnerable the public meets the diagnosis criteria for psychosis, what more needs be said about it ?

———2010, by Stephen Frears, with that guy Hippopotamus nearly ruined and the first chick they could find willing to appear in cutoffs for three scenes so they had what to put on the poster (she's still British, which means exactly as ugly as you imagine). [↩]Or at least could in principle exist -- even the most inbred wrecks among the cuckdom admit if pressed enough that there isn't, actually, such a thing, neither in nature nor in history ; but with the same breath propose that "this is because nurture, not because nature" ie somehow women just didn't have "the opportunity" ahem, "weren't given", mind the bold as it's important, weren't given, they say, the opportunity to develop an internal life. Otherwise they'd totally have one.

Note that spinning does not and can not constitute life, internal or of any other kind ; and that the flimsy "african proverbs just as good as European proverbs even if reality contradicts and therefore women can too have an internal life even if it doesn't actually exist" construct may work at your "baby shower", but only if no actual women are present besides the chattel she-cows, and even then it's dubious enough. [↩]As the object ; porn as the process has a different convention at its basis. [↩]

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Category: Trilematograf

Tuesday, 02 January, Year 10 d.Tr.

Tales de todo bien

I don't think it can be readily explained, or for that matter readily understood, just how genuinely nice, just how utterly good these people calling themselves "ticos" actually fucking are. Not in this language, at any rate.

There's the obvious things, like it's pretty much enough to stop on the side of the highway, blinkers on, for three or four motorists to stop forthwith and inquire if indeed "todo bien". What, cause a crash by suddenly coming to a complete stop on the freeway ?! Who would do such a thing! To them! They merely stopped to make sure todo bien!i Or that time when I had the car stopped off side of road (to take pictures) and then it turned out the ground was muddy and we were stuck. Within five minutes!!! the locals had cordoned off the road, enrolled some guy with a serious biznis pickup truck to pull Mr. Bartholomew back on asphalt and waved us goodbye within another five. Or that time when I had a flat tyre and a coupla guys sharing a woman (she was the one's sister and married to the other) stopped on the side of the road so guy-in-a-suit doesn't have to do the jack work.ii

But all this still fails to convey. Consider this aspect : over 1`300 peopleiii were scammed this year by (foreigners) calling them up, pretending to be from the bank, and letting them know todo no es bien. Tico cutie pies will gladly tell anything, their pin, card number, mother's maiden birthplace, whatever, to the nice gent on the other end of the line. Just as long as it's todo bien again! And why not ? Why wouldn't you ? See ?

They're so fucking kind, you have to understand, that whenever there's a road narrowing (and there's plenty of those), the dead lane moves faster -- much, much faster -- than the straight lane. Because they will, they fucking very well will, let anyone pass in front of them. Even assholes, perhaps especially assholes. In this country, the correct driving strategy is to drive up along a half mile column and then put your blinker on. It's not that they'll let you in within less time than it'd have taken you to get there in the column. It's that they will, factually, let you in within 1.something cars. Not two. Isn't this fucking outrageous ?

Earlier today, driving by one of their mini-malls (you should see these three level, 50`000 sq ft pies of cute the cutie pies built!) I spotted this girl with an incredible ass. I can not even put it in words, conceivably the ideal butt, projecting a firm round deliciousness a solid four inches away from her spine. Best ass ever, what, so good in fact that I settled the dispute of whether she's working or not ("I've picked up working girls here before") with a quaint, "with assets like that she'd better be fucking working, what the hell else can you do, talent is talent". But we parked nevertheless, and a cup of coffee's later she was rustled out -- sitting in a nearby sports bar.

Indeed there she was, guzzling sweetened lemonade along the greasy chicharron in the local equivalent of Arby's, catbuttingiv into this utter moron on the other chair. This girl, 20 inch waist, 45 inch butt, 30 inch thighs was nevertheless thoroughly delighted to be there and shit! With her incredibly inept looking dude by her side, his hair parted like he was 9 years old. He had a ring on his ring finger. She had a ring on her ring finger. They were the happiest married couple you ever did see, a sight that's entirely not extraordinary here specifically because the woman inhabiting the million dollar body is kind enough to let it all go to waste simply for the (unremunerated, because unremunerable) satisfaction of some 0-value nobody.

They're so fucking egregious they don't even manage to infuriate, it crosses well into aww territory. And besides, they were so fucking happy when they actually managed a coupla goals in Russia...

I have serious trouble perceiving they're in any sense human, however. Contrary to naive notions of "paradise" and "wouldn't it be great!!! once the fucktardedv mind finally gets around to building their pedestrian utopia", the products of the dullard's naive ideals fail to register as people.

In this country, human pets are fucking real, what can I tell you.

———They also rubberneck like you wouldn't believe, visible emergency lights on the side of the road are amply sufficient to slow traffic down to a crawl -- but it's not because they want to see others in pain. It's because they want to make sure todo bien, and by god they'd jump out of the cars to fix someone's spine with a screwdriver. They just wanna be helpful, genuinely, and truly, there's nothing else there. [↩]She was quite amiable about it ; they wouldn't take money, or anything else. [↩]This is approaching 0.1% OF THE ENTIRE POPULATION! [↩]You don't know what catbutting is ? Buy a cat, find out. [↩]Aka, socialist, aka pantsuit, etcetera. Because no, there's really no distinction between the stupid, the simple, the "altruist", the "world peaceist" or any other flavour of mass "idealist". Nor could there be. [↩]

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Thursday, 12 July, Year 10 d.Tr.

Take a Pacific piss like a boss.

So we went walking for miles upon miles of entirely desertedi beach, then went skinny dipping in the primordial Ocean. It was fabulous. We jumped all the waves worth jumping until both my legs gave outii, and then sat and watched the Sun set into the ocean, and little crab guys going about their businessiii and so forth.

Fabulous.

"I wonder how many people's ideal life I'm living", she inquired, and I suspect "most of 'em" doesn't even do the situation justice.

Anyway, we'd have also had marshmallows on the fire, but notwithstanding that the marshmallows were packed, and skewers for them were packed, and coals for the core of the fire were also packed -- someone forgot to pack the 190 proof alcohol we use to start the blaze. But we're going easy on her, which is why my floor's now covered in candle wax.

Speaking of which, here's some shots of the ocean's bounty :

What the hell is that, you ask ? I have no bloody clue, except that a week or so ago, while walking through the city I perceived an inconceivable piece of gnarl in the gutter. I thought it might be an alien horror insect at first, but then upon closer examination we discovered it was merely an (in)fortuitous arrayment of plastic debris.

So today at the beach, we perceived this bit of gnarl, and imagined it's just some sort of improbable assemblage of refuse -- except on closer examination it turned out to be an actual bug. Do you think kitty'd like to eat it, hm ? HM ?

Spiked shells! And a merry Thursday of Joy to you too!

PS. You pick a girl and say to her "kneel here, I wanna piss on you". She kneels in the low tide, and licks your stream while you get her hair or tits or whatever it is you're getting. It's good for her!

But do you know how you turn a girl into a mastoton ?

———Except for a couple of dweebs at one end.

He, evidently gringo, had parked his cheap-ass Toyota "truck" on a sandbar from whence they had paddled helplessly a few steps towards the water, like a coupla amateur penguins.

She, plainly latina, sported a decent build but, suspiciously, sand on the knees and nowhere else.

It's not like they were doing anything, but they were bothered enough to make one suspect they might have been and well, we let 'em be. What can you do ? [↩]The sluts work out twice weekly, and it fucking shows, by the way. Used to be the case that I'd place my palm on the small of the back of seated girl and she couldn't stand herself up against it. These days... heh, good fucking luck with that. [↩]Even picked up a little hermit guy and flew him over the lengthy foot to where three other guys in similarly sized shells of different kinds were doing some kind of orgy thing.

Oh, and chased one of the kind that lives in a hole, he was very displeased by the whole affair, and deeply coral all over. [↩]

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Friday, 13 April, Year 10 d.Tr.

Stephen Douglas, speaking at Ottawa, Ill. August 21th 1858.

Ladies and Gentlemen: I appear before you to-day for the purpose of discussing the leading political topics which now agitate the public mind. By an arrangement between Mr. Lincoln and myself, we are present here today for the purpose of having a joint discussion, as the representatives of the two great political parties of the State and Unioni, upon the principles in issue between those parties, and this vast concourse of people showsii the deep feeling which pervades the public mind in regard to the questions dividing us.

Prior to 1854 this country was divided into two great political parties, known as the Whig and Democratic parties. Both were national and patriotic, advocating principles that were universal in their application. An Old Line Whig could proclaim his principles in Louisiana and Massachusetts alike. Whig principles had no boundary sectional line; they were not limited by the Ohio River, nor by the Potomac, nor by the line of the Free and Slave States; but applied and were proclaimed wherever the Constitution ruled or the American flag waved over the American soil. ["Hear him;" and three cheers.] So it was, and so it is with the great Democratic party, which, from the days of Jefferson until this period, has proven itself to be the historic party of this nation. While the Whig and Democratic parties differed in regard to a bank, the tariff, distribution, the specie circular, and the sub-treasury, they agreed on the great slavery question which now agitates the Union. I say that the Whig party and the Democratic party agreed on this slavery question, while they differed on those matters of expediency to which I have referred. The Whig party and the Democratic party jointly adopted the Compromise measures of 1850 as the basis of a proper and just solution of this slavery question in all its forms. Clay was the great leader, with Webster on his right and Cass on his left, and sustained by the patriots in the Whig and Democratic ranks who had devised and enacted the Compromise measures of 1850.

In 1851 the Whig party and the Democratic party united in Illinois in adopting resolutions endorsing and approving the principles of the Compromise measures of 1850, as the proper adjustment of that question. In 1852, when the Whig party assembled in Convention at Baltimore for the purpose of nominating a candidate for the Presidency, the first thing it did was to declare the Compromise measures of 1850, in substance and in principle, a suitable adjustment of that question. [Here the speaker was interrupted by loud and long-continued applause.] My friends, silence will be more acceptable to me in the discussion of these questions than applause. I desire to address myself to your judgment, your understanding, and your consciences and not to your passions or your enthusiasm. When the Democratic Convention assembled in Baltimore in the same year, for the purpose of nominating a Democratic candidate for the Presidency, it also adopted the Compromise measures of 1850 as the basis of Democratic action. Thus you see that up to 1853-'54, the Whig party and the Democratic party both stood on the same platform with regard to the slavery question. That platform was the right of the people of each State and each Territory to decide their local and domestic institutions for themselves, subject only to the Federal Constitution.

During the session of Congress of 1853-'54, I introduced into the Senate of the United States a bill to organize the Territories of Kansas and Nebraska on that principle which had been adopted in the Compromise measures of 1850, approved by the Whig party and the Democratic party in Illinois in 1851, and endorsed by the Whig party and the Democratic party in National Convention in 1852. In order that there might be no misunderstanding in relation to the principle involved in the Kansas and Nebraska bill, I put forth the true intent and meaning of the Act in these words: "It is the true intent and meaning of this Act not to legislate slavery into any State or Territory, or to exclude it therefrom, but to leave the people thereof perfectly free to form and regulate their domestic institutions in their own way, subject only to the Federal Constitution." Thus you see that up to 1854, when the Kansas and Nebraska bill was brought into Congress for the purpose of carrying out the principles which both parties had up to that time endorsed and approved, there had been no division in this country in regard to that principle except the opposition of the Abolitionistsiii. In the House of Representatives of the Illinois Legislature, upon a resolution asserting that principle, every Whig and every Democrat in the House voted in the affirmative, and only four men voted against it, and those four were Old Line Abolitionists. [Cheers.]

In 1854, Mr. Abraham Lincoln and Mr. Trumbull entered into an arrangement, one with the other, and each with his respective friends, to dissolve the old Whig party on the one hand, and to dissolve the old Democratic party on the other, and to connect the members of both into an Abolition party, under the name and disguise of a Republican partyiv. [Laughter and cheers; "Hurrah for Douglas."] The terms of that arrangement between Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Trumbull have been published to the world by Mr. Lincoln's special friendv, James H. Matheny, Esq., and they were, that Lincoln should have Shield's place in the United States Senate, which was then about to become vacant, and that Trumbull should have my seat when my term expired. [Great laughter.] Lincoln went to work to Abolitionize the old Whig party all over the State, pretending that he was then as good a Whig as ever [laughter]; and Trumbull went to work in his part of the State preaching Abolitionism in its milder and lighter form, and trying to Abolitionize the Democratic party, and bring old Democrats handcuffed and bound hand and foot into the Abolition camp. ["Good," "hurrah for Douglas," and cheers.]

In pursuance of the arrangement, the parties met at Springfield in October, 1854, and proclaimed their new platform. Lincoln was to bring into the Abolition camp the Old Line Whigs, and transfer them over to Giddings, Chase, Fred Douglassvi, and Parson Lovejoyvii, who were ready to receive them and christen them in their new faith. [Laughter and cheers.] They laid down on that occasion a platform for their new Republican party, which was to be thus constructed. I have the resolutions of their State Convention then held, which was the first mass State Convention ever held in Illinois by the Black Republican party, and I now hold them in my hands, and will read a part of them, and cause the others to be printed. Here are the most important and material resolutions of this Abolition platform --

1. Resolved, That we believe this truth to be self-evident, that when parties become subversive of the ends for which they are established, or incapable of restoring the Government to the true principles of the Constitution, it is the right and duty of the people to dissolve the political bands by which they may have been connected therewith, and to organize new parties, upon such principles and with such views as the circumstances and exigencies of the nation may demand.

2. Resolved, That the times imperatively demand the reorganization of parties, and, repudiating all previous party attachments, names, and predilections, we unite ourselves together in defense of the liberty and Constitution of the country, and will hereafter co-operate as the Republican party, pledged to the accomplishment of the following purposes: To bring the administration of the Government back to the control of first principles, to restore Nebraska and Kansas to the position of Free Territories, that, as the Constitution of the United States vests in the States, and not in Congress, the power to legislate for the extradition of fugitives from labor, to repeal and entirely abrogate the Fugitive-Slave law; to restrict slavery to those states in which it exists; to prohibit the admission of any more Slave States into the Union ; to abolish slavery in the District of Columbia; to exclude slavery from all the Territories over which the General Government has exclusive jurisdiction; and to resist the acquirement of any more Territories, unless the practice of slavery therein forever shall have been prohibited.

3. Resolved, That in furtherance of these principles we will use such Constitutional and lawful means as shall seem best adapted to their accomplishment, and that we will support no man for office, under the General or State Government, who is not positively and fully committed to the support of these principles, and whose personal character and conduct is not a guarantee that he is reliable, and who shall not have abjured old party allegiance and ties.

[The resolutions as they were read were cheered throughout.]

Now, gentlemen, your Black Republicans have cheered every one of those propositions ["Good" and cheers,] and yet I venture to say that you cannot get Mr. Lincoln to come out and say that he is now in favor of each one of them. [Laughter and applause. "Hit him again."] That these propositions, one and all, constitute the platform of the Black Republican party of this day, I have no doubt; ["Good."] and when you were not aware for what purpose I was reading them, your Black Republicans cheered them as good Black Republican doctrines. ["That's it," etc.] My object in reading these resolutions was to put the question to Abraham Lincoln this day, whether he now stands and will stand by each article in that creed and carry it out. ["Good," "Hit him again."] I desire to know whether Mr. Lincoln to-day stands, as he did in 1854, in favor of the unconditional repeal of the Fugitive-Slave law. I desire him to answer whether he stands pledged to-day, as he did in 1854, against the admission of any more Slave States into the Union, even if the people want them. I want to know whether he stands pledged against the admission of a new State into the Union with such a Constitution as the people of that State may see fit to make. ["That's it;" "put it at him."] I want to know whether he stands to-day pledged to the abolition of slavery in the District of Columbia. I desire him to answer whether he stands pledged to the prohibition of the slave trade between the different States. ["He does."] I desire to know whether he stands pledged to prohibit slavery in all the Territories of the United States, North as well as South of the Missouri Compromise line. ["Kansas too."] I desire him to answer whether he is opposed to the acquisition of any more territory, unless slavery is first prohibited therein.

I want his answer to these questions. Your affirmative cheers in favor of this Abolition platform are not satisfactory. I ask Abraham Lincoln to answer these questions, in order that, when I trot him down to lower Egypt, I may put the same questions to him. [Enthusiastic applause.] My principles are the same everywhere, [Cheers, and "hark."] I can proclaim them alike in the North, the South, the East, and the West. My principles will apply wherever the Constitution prevails, and the American flag waves. ["Good," and applause.] I desire to know whether Mr. Lincoln's principles will bear transplanting from Ottawa to Jonesboro? I put these questions to him to-day distinctly, and ask an answer. I have a right to an answer. ["That's so;" "he can't dodge you," etc.], for I quote from the platform of the Republican party, made by himself and others at the time that party was formed, and the bargain made by Lincoln to dissolve and kill the old Whig party, and transfer its members, bound hand and foot, to the Abolition party, under the direction of Giddingsviii and Fred Douglass. [Cheers.]

In the remarks I have made on this platform, and the position of Mr. Lincoln upon it, I mean nothing personally disrespectful or unkind to that gentleman. I have known him for nearly twenty-five years. There were many points of sympathy between us when we first got acquainted. We were both comparatively boys, both struggling with poverty in a strange land. I was a school-teacher in the town of Winchester, and he a flourishing grocery-keeper in the town of Salem. [Applause and laughter.] He was more successful in his occupation than I was in mine, and hence more fortunate in this world's goods. Lincoln is one of those peculiar men who perform with admirable skill everything which they undertake. I made as good a school-teacher as I could, and when a cabinet-maker I made a good bedstead and tables, although my old boss said I succeeded better with bureaus and secretaries than with anything elseix; [cheers] but I believe that Lincoln was always more successful in business than I, for his business enabled him to get into the Legislature. I met him there, however, and had a sympathy with him, because of the up-hill struggle we both had in life. He was then just as good at telling an anecdote as now. ["No doubt."] He could beat any of the boys wrestling, or running a foot-race, in pitching quoits or tossing a copper; could ruin more liquor than all the boys of the town together; [uproarious laughter] and the dignity and impartiality with which he presided at a horse-race or fist-fight excited the admiration and won the praise of everybody that was present and participated. [Renewed laughter.] I sympathized with him because he was struggling with difficulties, and so was I. Mr. Lincoln served with me in the Legislature in 1836, when we both retired, and he subsided, or became submerged, and he was lost sight of as a pubhc man for some years. In 1846, when Wilmot introduced his celebrated proviso, and the Abolition tornado swept over the country, Lincoln again turned up as a member of Congress from the Sangamon district. I was then in the Senate of the United States, and was glad to welcome my old friend and companion. Whilst in Congress, he distinguished himself by his opposition to the Mexican war, taking the side of the common enemy against his own country; ["that's true"] and when he returned home he found that the indignation of the people followed him everywhere, and he was again submerged, or obliged to retire into private life, forgotten by his former friends. ["And will be again."] He came up again in 1854, just in time to make this Abolition or Black Republican platform, in company with Giddings, Lovejoy, Chase, and Fred Douglass, for the Republican party to stand upon. [Laughter, "Hit him again," etc.]

Trumbull, too, was one of our own contemporaries. He was born and raised in old Connecticut, was bred a Federalist, but, removing to Georgia, turned Nullifier when Nullification was popular, and as soon as he disposed of his clocks and wound up his business, migrated to Illinois, [laughter] turned politician and lawyer here, and made his appearance in 1841 as a member of the Legislature. He became noted as the author of the scheme to repudiate a large portion of the State debt of Illinois, which, if successful, would have brought infamy and disgrace upon the fair escutcheon of our glorious State. The odium attached to that measure consigned him to oblivion for a time.x I helped to do it. I walked into a public meeting in the hall of the House of Representatives, and replied to his repudiating speeches, and resolutions were carried over his head denouncing repudiation, and asserting the moral and legal obligation of Illinois to pay every dollar of the debt she owed, and every bond that bore her seal.xi ["Good," and cheers.] Trumbull's malignity has followed me since I thus defeated his infamous scheme.

These two men having formed this combination to Abolitionize the old Whig party and the old Democratic party, and put themselves into the Senate of the United States, in pursuance of their bargain, are now carrying out that arrangement. Matheny states that Trumbull broke faith; that the bargain was that Lincoln should be the Senator in Shields' place, and Trumbull was to wait for mine; [laughter and cheers] and the story goes that Trumbull cheated Lincoln, having control of four or five Abolitionized Democrats who were holding over in the Senate; he would not let them vote for Lincoln, which obliged the rest of the Abolitionists to support him in order to secure an Abolition Senator. There are a number of authorities for the truth of this besides Matheny, and I supose that even Mr. Lincoln will not deny it.

Mr. Lincoln demands that he shall have the place intended for Trumbull, as Trumbull cheated him and got his, and Trumbull is stumping the State traducing me for the purpose of securing that position for Lincoln, in order to quiet him. ["Lincoln can never get it."] It was in consequence of this arrangement that the Republican Convention was empanelled to instruct for Lincoln and nobody else, and it was on this account that they passed resolutions that he was their first, their last, and their only choice. Archy Williams was nowhere, Browning was nobody, Wentworth was not to be considered; they had no man in the Republican party for the place except Lincoln, for the reason that he demanded that they should carry out the arrangement. ["Hit him again."]

Having formed this new party for the benefit of deserters from Whiggery, and deserters from Democracy, and having laid down the Abolition platform which I have read, Lincoln now takes his stand and proclaims his Abolition doctrines. Let me read a part of them. In his speech at Springfield to the Convention which nominated him for the Senate, he said: --

In my opinion it will not cease until a crisis shall have been reached and passed. 'A house divided against itself cannot stand.' I believe this Government cannot endure permanently half Slave and half Free, I do not expect the Union to be dissolved, -- I do not expect the house to fall; but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing, or all the other. Either the opponents of slavery will arrest the further spead of it, and place it where the public mind shall rest, in the belief that it is in the course of ultimate extinction, or its advocates will push it forward till it shall become alike lawful in all the States, -- old as well as new, North as well as South.

["Good," "good," and cheers.]

I am delighted to hear you Black Republicans say "good." [Laughter and cheers.] I have no doubt that doctrine expresses your sentiments ["Hit them again," "that's it."], and I will prove to you now, if you will listen to me, that it is revolutionary, and destructive of the existence of this Government. ["Hurrah for Douglas," "good," and cheers.] Mr. Lincoln, in the extract from which I have read, says that this Government cannot endure permanently in the same condition in which it was made by its framers, -- divided into Free and Slave States. He says that it has existed for about seventy years thus divided, and yet he tells you that it cannot endure permanently on the same principles and in the same relative condition in which our fathers made it.xii

["Neither can it."] Why can it not exist divided into Free and Slave States? Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, Madison, Hamilton, Jay, and the great men of that day, made this government divided into Free States and Slave States, and left each State perfectly free to do as it pleased on the subject of slavery. ["Right, right."] Why can it not exist on the same principles on which our fathers made it? ["It can."] They knew when they framed the Constitution that in a country as wide and broad as this, with such a variety of climate, production, and interest, the people necessarily required different laws and institutions in different localities. They knew that the laws and regulations which would suit the granite hills of New Hampshire would be unsuited to the rice plantations of South Carolina, ["Right, right."] and they therefore provided that each State should retain its own Legislature and its own sovereignty, with the full and complete power to do as it pleased within its own limits, in all that was local and not national. [Applause.]xiii

One of the reserved rights of the States was the right to regulate the relations between master and servant, on the slavery question. At the time the Constitution was framed, there were thirteen States in the Union, twelve of which were slaveholding States and one a Free State. Suppose this doctrine of uniformity preached by Mr. Lincoln, that the States should all be Free or all be Slave had prevailed, and what would have been the result? Of course, the twelve slaveholding States would have overruled the one Free State, and slavery would have been fastened by a Constitutional provision on every inch of the American Republic, instead of being left, as our fathers wisely left it, to each State to decide for itself. ["Good, good," and "three cheers for Douglas."] Here I assert that uniformity in the local laws and institutions of the different States is neither possible or desirable. If uniformity had been adopted when the Government was established, it must inevitably have been the uniformity of slavery everywhere, or else the uniformity of negro citizenship and negro equality everywhere.

We are told by Lincoln that he is utterly opposed to the Dred Scott decision, and will not submit to it, for the reason that he says it deprives the negro of the rights and privileges of citizenship. [Laughter and applause.] That is the first and main reason which he assigns for his warfare on the Supreme Court of the United States and its decision. I ask you, are you in favor of conferring upon the negro the rights and privileges of citizenship? ["No, no."] Do you desire to strike out of our State Constitution that clause which keeps slaves and free negroes out of the State, and allows the free negroes to flow in, ["Never."] and cover your prairies with black settlements? Do you desire to turn this beautiful State into a free negro colony, ["No, no."] in order that when Missouri abolishes slavery she can send one hundred thousand emancipated slaves into Illinois, to become citizens and voters, on an equality with yourselves? ["Never," "no."] If you desire negro citizenship, if you desire to allow them to come into the State and settle with the white man, if you desire them to vote on an equality with yourselves, and to make them eligible to office, to serve on juries, and to adjudge your rights, then support Mr. Lincoln and the Black Republican party, who are in favor of the citizenship of the negro. ["Never, never."] For one, I am opposed to negro citizenship in any and every form. [Cheers.] I believe this Government was made on the white basis. ["Good."] I believe it was made by white men, for the benefit of white men and their posterity forever, and I am in favor of confining citizenship to white men, men of European birth and descent, instead of conferring it upon negroes, Indians, and other inferior races. ["Good for you." "Douglas forever."]

Mr. Lincoln, following the example and lead of all the little Abolition orators, who go around and lecture in the basements of schools and churches, reads from the Declaration of Independence that all men were created equal, and then asks. How can you deprive a negro of that equality which God and the Declaration of Independence award to him? He and they maintain that negro equality is guaranteed by the laws of God, and that it is asserted in the Declaration of Independence. If they think so, of course they have a right to say so, and so vote. I do not question Mr. Lincoln's conscientious belief that the negro was made his equal, and hence is his brother; [laughter] but for my own part, I do not regard the negro as my equal, and positively deny that he is my brother, or any kin to me whatever. ["Never," "Hit him again," and cheers.] Lincoln has evidently learned by heart Parson Lovejoy's catechism. [Laughter and applause.] He can repeat it as well as Farnsworth, and he is worthy of a medal from Father Giddings and Fred Douglass for his Abolitionism. [Laughter.] He holds that the negro was born his equal and yours, and that he was endowed with equality by the Almighty, and that no human law can deprive him of these rights, which were guaranteed to him by the Supreme Ruler of the Universe.

Now I do not believe that the Almighty ever intended the negro to be the equal of the white man. ["Never, never."] If he did, he has been a long time demonstrating the fact. [Cheers.] For thousands of years the negro has been a race upon the earth, and during all that time, in all latitudes and climates, wherever he has wandered or been taken, he has been inferior to the race which he has there met. He belongs to an inferior race and must always occupy an inferior position. ["Good," "that's so," etc.] I do not hold that because the negro is our inferior that therefore he ought to be a slave. By no means can such a conclusion be drawn from what I have said. On the contrary, I hold that humanity and Christianity both require that the negro shall have and enjoy every right, every privilege, and every immunity consistent with the safety of the society in which he lives. ["That's so."] On that point, I presume, there can be no diversity of opinion. You and I are bound to extend to our inferior and dependent beings every right, every privilege, every facility and immunity consistent with the public good.

The question then arises. What rights and privileges are consistent with the public good? This is a question which each State and each Territory must decide for itself. Illinois has decided it for herself. We have provided that the negro shall not be a slave, and we have also provided that he shall not be a citizen, but protect him in his civil rights, in his life, his person and his property, only depriving him of all political rights whatsoever, and refusing to put him on an equality with the white man. ["Good."] That policy of Illinois is satisfactory to the Democratic party and to me; and if it were to the Republicans, there would then be no question upon the subject. But the Republicans say that he ought to be made a citizen, and when he becomes a citizen he becomes your equal, with all your rights and privileges. ["He never shall."]xiv They assert the Dred Scott decision to be monstrous because it denies that the negro is or can be a citizen under the Constitution. Now, I hold that Illinois had a right to abolish and prohibit slavery as she did, and I hold that Kentucky has the same right to continue and protect slavery that Illinois had to abolish it. I hold that New York had as much right to abolish slavery as Virginia has to continue it, and that each and every State of this Union is a sovereign power, with the right to do as it pleases upon this question of slavery, and upon all its domestic institutions.

Slavery is not the only question which comes up in this controversy. There is a far more important one to you, and that is : What shall be done with the free negro? We have settled the slavery question as far as we are concerned; we have prohibited it in Illinois forever; and in doing so, I think we have done wisely, and there is no man in the State who would be more strenuous in his opposition to the introduction of slavery than I would. [Cheers.] But when we settled it for ourselves we exhausted all our power over that subject. We have done our whole duty, and can do no more. We must leave each and every other State to decide for itself the same question. In relation to the policy to be pursued toward the free negroes, we have said that they shall not vote; whilst Maine, on the other hand, has said that they shall vote. Maine is a sovereign State, and has the power to regulate the qualifications of voters within her limits. I would never consent to confer the right of voting and of citizenship upon a negro; but still I am not going to quarrel with Maine for differing from me in opinion.xv Let Maine take care of her own negroes, and fix the qualifications of her own voters to suit herself, without interfering with Illinois, and Illinois will not interfere with Maine. So with the State of New York. She allows the negro to vote, provided he owns two hundred and fifty dollars' worth of property, but not otherwise. While I would not make any distinction whatever between a negro who held property and one who did not; yet if the sovereign State of New York chooses to make that distinction, it is her business and not mine, and I will not quarrel with her for it. She can do as she pleases on this question if she minds her own business, and we will do the same thing.

Now, my friends, if we will only act conscientiously and rigidly upon this great principle of popular sovereignty, which guarantees to each State and Territory the right to do as it pleases on all things, local and domestic, instead of Congress interfering, we will continue at peace one with another. Why should Illinois be at war with Missouri, or Kentucky with Ohio, or Virginia with New York, merely because their institutions differ? Our fathers intended that our institutions should differ. They knew that the North and the South, having different climates, productions, and interests, required different institutions.

This doctrine of Mr. Lincoln's, of uniformity among the institutions of the different states, is a new doctrine, never dreamed of by Washington, Madison, or the framers of this Government. Mr. Lincoln and the Republican party set themselves up as wiser than these men who made this Government, which has flourished for seventy years under the principle of popular sovereignty, recognizing the right of each State to do as it pleased. Under that principle, we have grown from a nation of three or four millions to a nation of about thirty millions of people; we have crossed the Allegheny mountains and filled up the whole Northwest, turning the prairie into a garden, and building up churches and schools, thus spreading civilization and Christianity where before there was nothing but savage barbarism. Under that principle we have become, from a feeble nation, the most powerful on the face of the earth; and if we only adhere to that principle, we can go forward increasing in territory, in power, in strength, and in glory until the Republic of America shall be the North Star that shall guide the friends of freedom throughout the civilized world. ["Long may you live," and great applause.]

And why can we not adhere to the great principle of self-government, upon which our institutions were originally based? ["We can."] I believe that this new doctrine preached by Mr. Lincoln and his party will dissolve the Union if it succeeds. They are trying to array all the Northern States in one body against the South, to excite a sectional war between the Free States and the Slave States, in order that the one or the other may be driven to the wall.

I am told that my time is out. Mr. Lincoln will now address you for an hour and a half, and I will then occupy an half hour in replying to him. [Three times three cheers were here given for Douglas.]

———Representatives of the two parties by private arrangement! They weren't named by those parties, they arranged amongst themselves to represent those parties.

Lincoln's position be misconstrued today as it might, and the destruction his successors and continuators wrought upon the land ignored as best one can, yet nevertheless : back in that day they both walked the earth, they also both (and all) agreed that the man creates the institution, which follows the man and is the slave of the man ; not the other fucking way around.

Lincoln and Douglas were the representatives of the "two great politcal parties" because they jointly said so. [↩]After the fact! [↩]A party about as strong or notable at that time as the group currently agitating for pedophile "rights" an' freedoms. [↩]This is entirely factual, incidentally -- Lincoln started the work that eventually flowered into the Cripple's Socialism only to rot away into today's sickening (if perfectly coherent) display. [↩]#himtoo ?!

Herndon's notes of an interview with Matheny stated that "Lincoln came to him one evening and said -- Jim -- 'I shall have to marry that girl.' Matheny says that on the same evening Mr & Mrs Lincoln were married -- That Lincoln looked and acted as if he were going to the slaughter -: That Lincoln often told him directly & indirectly that he was driven into the marriage -- said it was concocted & planned by the [Ninian and Elizabeth] Edwards family...."

#himtoo! [↩]Black author of numerous autobiographies. The Freedman's Savings Bank went bankrupt on June 29, 1874, after Douglass became its president in late March ; as a direct result he is fondly remembered in the annals of pantsuit alt-history under the headings of "northerners at the time found it hard to believe that such a great bank manager had once been a slave" and "he was described by abolitionists as a living counter-example to slaveholders' arguments that slaves lacked the intellectual capacity to function as independent American citizens", because what is more truly pantsuit than the utterly dissolute. [↩]Owen Lovejoy, of

Proclaim it upon the house-tops! Write it upon every leaf that trembles in the forest! Make it blaze from the sun at high noon and shine forth in the radiance of every star that bedecks the firmament of God. Let it echo through all the arches of heaven, and reverberate and bellow through all the deep gorges of hell, where slave catchers will be very likely to hear it. Owen Lovejoy lives at Princeton, Illinois, three-quarters of a mile east of the village

attention whoring fame. [↩]Joshua Reed Giddings, long time Ohio rep, opponent of the Florida Seminole War because "waged in the interest of slavery". Firebrand fellow, advocating upstanding measures. [↩]Lincoln had a serious problem in that he was (correctly) perceived as a principle-less cocksucker, perfectly eager to marry anything if it provided money and position, and perfectly ready to anything else, as long as it forwarded those very same goals. Douglas is here making use of this public perception of Lincoln as an ambitious lapdog, aspiring to "aristocracy" and generally looking for props. [↩]And to enduring pantsuit fame -- because what is more truly pantsuit than the utterly dissolute ? [↩]This has meanwhile... changed. Progress, right ? [↩]When did America end ? [↩]Which unveils the Trojan horse : the centralists had no particular interest one way or another in the matter of "slavery", nor in the plight of idiots, nor of black people, nor of idiot black people, nor anyone nor anything else -- besides themselves. The whole "abolitionist" smokescreen is there to cover up the attempt at stealing both the country and the theft of the country in one fell swoop. [↩]Illinois was not, you will remember, a "Southern" state. The hilarious notion that the Civil War had anything whatever to do with "emancipation", rather than centralization, stands here in all its nude glory. [↩]And, all-importantly, a properly organized republic of plurious sovereign states permits one to live a perfectly happy life -- by choosing either Illinois or Maine for his home, as best suits his own pleasure. The meaning of "man" in that foregoing sentence does not include transsexuals. [↩]

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Friday, 05 October, Year 10 d.Tr.

So I'm having a cup of coffee...

... and the slut's like "What do you mean you don't remember ?"

"I just don't," I say.

"There were two girls, a gringa and a local chick, naked in the pool."

"Uh... yeah... did the white one have kinda meh tits ?"

"No, she had great tits. And the other one had huge ones."

"Oh, the really huge ones ? No..."

"No, that was the cab driver, remember ? This was in Nicaragua."

"This wasn't with the wax, was it ?"

"No, that was [redacted]. The lesbian."

"This is ridiculous. I remember theoretically, yes, you picked them up, they were naked in the pool... I just can't recall any single fucking detail. I got a bottle of..."

"No, I brought the bottle. From upstairs. Remember ?"

"What were you wearing ? I can't even remember, was it a bathing suit ?"

"At first. Then I took it off to encourage them."

"I just..."

"You have any idea what piles of drugs normal people have to chuck in order to replicate this level of cognitive performance ?"

"I can't imagine anyone listening in would believe I don't even get drunk."

Which I don't, not that it makes any apparent difference, I seem to misplace orgy memories as a matter of physiology.

To be honest, I had totally forgotten that discussion ; but then I was watching Al Pacino not fuck Tea Leoni earlier, and... honestly now, it must suck being one of those.

In any case, here's something to help the general effort :

In other inconsequential minutia, I went to watch La Strada at a little cinema club here. As it happens it's the whet's favourite film. We had just seen it in our own private little cinematic den last week, but she noticed it on some San Jose Cultural thingee, and well... let's check out what locals are into Italian Neorealism, right ?

There were a dozen or so people there, mostly old folks with airs (and the largest concentration of berets in all of Costa Rica) and a few working class couples getting out of the rain. The pompous dweebs talking nonsense before the function had the decency to limit themselves to five minutes, and the indecency to propose that "maybe some of us never saw it, maybe we saw it many years ago". How about last week, bitch! And he thought Quinn actually spoke Italian. How the hell one can watch that thing and imagine Quinn speaks live is anyone's guess, but whatever.

Also, they punish cars here too. I give you, the world famous Noterent No Cars!

There'd be more, of course, but sadly I don't remember any of it.

Au bientot!

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Wednesday, 20 June, Year 10 d.Tr.

So I went to buy a new hard-drive...

... no, it's not a set-up, I literally went to buy a hard-drive to replace the dead antique that failed recently. I ended up with this 2 TB platter Toshiba thing, should be good enough. Amusingly, I paid for it the same ~130 bux the original it replaces had cost, back in 2005ish. That's longer than it takes, you realise ?

Anyway, then we went for lunch, at, literally, Pomodoro. The companera (blanca huella que todos los dias clavando en el yugo me ves picanear) didn't break up with me, and I didn't break up with her. Instead, we had pizza, she picked up this chick dressed in a dress (who, believe it or not, was an electrical engineer student ; upon my asking whether they do theory or practice she retorted that they do the both, upon my further inquiring whether they have the machinery that prints PCBs she said she's only just started ; but I believe we shall be seeing more of her -- if tradition is anything to go by, more of her cunt by candlelight, but let's not anti-cipate) and then I amused myself with the hostess, this brunette moron. First, she didn't dare launch the airplane my girl had folded out of the (first) A3 sheet advertising the restaurant they placed in front of her. You could sense the infantile trepidation of temptation harnessed, I doubt she lost her virginity with so much emotion -- because yes, under pressure from my encouragement she did dare launch it, and then having already launched it once, she amused herself doing it a few more times -- Alabama had nothing over this chick. Then she sat back on her perky stool which was basically on the girl's shoulder, butt towards us, and started lipworking a lolipop.

So I asked her what flavour is it, which didn't click in her head ; I asked her again que sabor es and she turned and assured me it's fresa. Then she suckled on it some more while furrowing her brow, clearly doing some serious heavy lifting in there, only for five or so minutes later to... how do you say strafulgerare in English ? She was enlightened by a thought! She thereby proceeded to check the packaging of the thing she had been sucking on for a while, and then told me it's actually cherry. Ceresa, she confirmed in Spanish as well, less misunderstanding occur. Which train of events readily prompted my inquiring with the girl, "Hey, what if you had one of these around the house ? I could go 'pet, why's she not used the litterbox ?!' and you could go 'god damn it, again! HEY!' wouldn't that be fun ?". She... made a most di-plomatic answer to this challenge.

Then we went to this manga bar/restaurant/figurine shop y sushi place etcetera they have here. We had drinks and des serts and the hostess (some short ugly dollop in knee-high white stockings because they take the whole anime thing seriously, the management I mean) brought us a box of Catan. I always wanted to try that thing out, because they keep harping about it everywhere, great strategy game and whatnot.

Have you ever played fucking Catan ? It's subnormal, I swear to fucking god, Monopoly stands with this wonder in approximately the relation Bridge stands with Uno. O yeah totally, game of strategy and you gotta cunt the cards!1!1elventy

Here's the strategy : build one town by the mountain with view of a single or double wheat and the othert town by the same mountain with a view of a single or double forest. Mixes work, and try to get a sheep somewhere if you get singlets. Then build roads to complete this. Then keep going, eventually you'll have five town of which at least three on mountain, which you then proceed to upgrade first, which makes you win, nqa. The "alternative" strategy based on wood + clay (get roads and buy special cards to get cavalliers, for 2 + 2 more points) is slower and more fragile, so it's no alternative at fucking all.

So ends the only game of Catan I ever played or expect to play (unless, of course, we actually end up with subnormal hostesses around the house for some incomprehensible reason), which I won but take no satisfaction in winning. We proceeded therewith to a stand-up comedy show! It was in this otherwise very nice bar (particularly good service, which is hard in this country), the Central Pub by Sabana. Turns out it has a "London Room" way in the back, which really looks like the BDSM parlour but very sadly isnt'.

This schmucky kid produced himself. He was a music teacher at some local highschool, and his opening was "thanks for coming, isn't it hard to break off netflix". He had no follow-up from there, besides recounting shows and making inane observations about them like some god damned 14 year old in remedial socialisation. Seriously, how come the people making superheroes out of household items don't pick different attributes, like Spiderman could have been instead a knitting afficionado, like spiders are rite ??? snort snort hurr durr. The cerebrally oily locals actually laughed at that painful idiocy, there were three pairs and a half dozen Sam candidates there for an "audience" (I sat on the couch to the side of the stage and dun count, okay ?)

We then proceeded to consider how some fenotypically dubious student of his said something about "how it would be like" if he "taught in Hogwarts", like I expert everyone ever by now, bleagh. His idea slash contribution to humor and worldly intellectual discussion was that it'd suck. Obviously. Because it wouldn't be similar to his current paper-bound existence or whatever nonsense. He also had a bit about some guy that went back in time and killed serious antihumanitarians before whatever act brought them to the attention of the bleating herd -- Hitler before WW2 (what's a beerhall putsch?!?!) ; Obama before 7/11 and some schmuck whose name I forget before Despacito (unintelligent MTV-like summer "hit" in Puerto Rico and other Spanish speaking, Miami-worshipping treemonkey hangouts). Geddit ? It's a funnyjoke.

Then we went back to the main bar and watched the news about some bridge (intended for 4 million students!!11) collapsing in Miami, Florida (heh -- prepare for a lot more of these, Make America Flat Again) trapping an unknown number of cars. I fully intend to use the example to put the truth of the matter into the heads of the local pantsuit-aspiring cowsies.

That'd be it.

PS. At some point through all this we also bought a large pile of shoes, I don't remember exactly when but the chicks look great in them and my pair's quite comfortable.

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Friday, 16 March, Year 10 d.Tr.

So I designed a block chipher.

Because what can I do ?

No, seriously, what can I do ?! On one hand, the item that won (by fucking default) doesn't seem to be doing all that well ; on the other hand

In short -- there was not so much known demand for this category of item, and it missed out on the little that there was.

which yes fucking stands.

Think, by the way, think well and think hard on the meanings of The Day Of Failure and That Woman's Sadness, because what you do and what you don't do have consequences in the future. They do. They have consequences, and those consequences are indelible. There's no way to turn back time, there's no "make it be like it was before", there's no "as if X hadn't happened". There's no way out, and therefore it doesn't pay to stupid.i

So thenii : we could want a 256 bit key schedule, because that's what happens to have been specified in Eulora's communications protocol (latest restatement). However, since we're actually re-doing the whole symmetric cipher part there's no reason to import the idiocy we're replacing -- we could in principle have keys and blocks of any size we feel like.

Symmetric cipher blocks have however been specified at 1472 bytes, which would be a hard cap on the size of the key we're considering. These keys also have to be transported, however, and seeing how there's a 8 + 8 + 8 + 16 = 40 byte overhead for the packet transporting them and a further 4 bytes per key transported, it then follows we encounter the following constraints : we want the largest integer number which simultaneously

Is smaller than 1472 and

Together with 4 sums to a divisor of 1472-40 (1432)

Is a divisor of 1472

The first constraint makes our keys fit inside pack ; the second constraint makes an integer count of keys neatly fit in a packet ; the third constraint makes packets neatly cipher with such a key.

Sadly, we quickly discover k = 1432 / (1472/q + 4) is not an integer for any useful integer values of q iii, meaning we will have to loosen either the 2nd or the 3rd constraint. It seems it's a lot easier to add some padding in a packet than to end up with partial blocks as part of packet ciphering, but let's lay out the options in detail :

If we make the key 736 bytes (q=2), we then can pack 1 key along with 696 bytes' worth of packing peanuts in a type 5.2 packet.

If we make the key 368 bytes (q=4), we then can pack 3 keys along with 328 bytes' worth of packing peanuts in a type 5.2 packet, a 300% (nominal) transport efficiency increase.

If we make the key 184 bytes (q=8), we then can pack 7 keys along with 144 bytes' worth of packing peanuts in a type 5.2 packet, a (further) 233% (nominal) transport efficiency increase.

If we make the key 92 bytes (q=16), we then can pack 15 keys along with 52 bytes' worth of packing peanuts in a type 5.2 packet, a yet further 214% (nominal) transport efficiency increase.

If we make the key 64 bytes (q=23), we then can pack 22 keys along with 24 bytes' worth of packing peanuts in a type 5.2 packet. The gains as to keycount possibly transported are dropping off, and moreover the padding/keysize proportion is optimal here, so therefore we hereby pick our key (and implicitly block) size : it will be 64 bytes, therefore a ciphered packet will consist of 23 blocks and type 5.2 packets will contain at most 22 keys. Done.

As far as implementation is concerned, our principal goal is to avoid key leakage. Therefore, the cipher will be implemented in the following manner :

1. For every bit of the key (in our case, 512 times) a ring buffer will be allocated of the same size as the message. In each of these buffers, the original message will be copied, at an offset incremented by one each time (so in the first buffer, the original message is copied starting at bit 0, whereas in the n-th buffer, the original message is copied starting at bit n). We will call these buffers "shitboxes", in loving memory of the Dounce's Confederacy tradition of calling things "S-boxes", as fucking if that hides anything.

2. The ciphered message is equal to the xor of the original message and all the registers which correspond to an offset at which the key bit is set.

I expect this procedure is reversible.iv

I also find this algorithm to be sufficiently confusing to me, and therefore secure.v

———In this context, there's no difference between stupid and "independent". [↩]In the spirit of previous discussion. [↩]Which are anyways limited to powers of 2 up to 64 and the prime number 23. [↩]After a sufficient interval for lulz, I also provided the reversing method : seing how every bit of E, the enciphered message, is the result of the formula E[i] = P[i] xor K[1] * P[1] xor K[2] * P[2] xor ... xor K[j] * P[j] xor ... xor K[n] * P[n] (where P is the plaintext) it then follows that for any message of length n each bit of the enciphered message yields a similar equation, for a total of n of them.

As the count of unknowns (bits of P, P[j]) is also n, this then constitutes a system of n equations with n unknowns, which is determinate -- one has to merely reduce the matrix, and extract the original P. Meanwhile an attacker (lacking K, which is to say the bits K[1]...K[n]) instead faces a system of n equations with 2n unknowns.

Evidently this cipher is very vulnerable to P leakage (an attacker in possession of both P and E can derive K just as deterministically) and therefore somewhat vulnerable to E leakage (an attacker in possession of a sufficient pile of enciphered messages that he knows were produced with the same key can derive that key if he obtains some control bits from P -- such as for instance if he knows "all messages are ASCII", for instance) for which reason this Chipher cipher is not suitable for transmitting unpacked data (in fact key leakage and compressability of P correlate). [↩]This proclamation is required by the traditions of the ciphermaking industry. It is included lest someone misunderstand the situation and/or think this is not even a real cipher [↩]

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Monday, 29 October, Year 10 d.Tr.

Scott Pilgrim vs the World

Scott Pilgrim vs the Worldi is vaguely interesting, perhaps, as a "world seen through snail eyes" piece. The snail here is the lost generation, the very downwardly mobile NEETs. The dreamers, if you will, that evanescent "next generation" caught in the brief interval before the dog shows up.

That a chinless dork with a girl's name is the hero should not surprise. They are, after all, principally busying themselves with the business of not noticing things.

Things such as the distance between Cash's boy named Sue and the current bois named Sarahii. Nobody, not even the poorest of the poor white trash was forced to share a bed with a faggot, in Cash's day, but they don't notice that ; and nobody was forced to not notice they're forced to share a faggot's bed back then, either... but they don't notice that, either! It'd be "unenlightened" or whatever, right ? Noticing things ?

They were stolen a bed from, these idiots. The kids coming back from WW2 had a fucking house and a sopping girlie delivered to them on the god damned government milk truck, no ifs butts or maybes. At some point during the intervening decades someone stole the house, and the girlie, and the fucking milk truck and the road it used to go on! And "we don't know who dun it", because they also stole that knowledge. "Somehow". It'd be racist or something to know who stole all your shit, wouldn't it now ?

So... yeah, it's with a whole lot of cartoon stylization, because that's pretty much all they've got left, and indie bands and videogames. And with a whole lot of parasites mixed in for good measure, lest somehow somewhere there appears a zek without a full parasite load in the mindstream. Take the coin metaphore, for instance : the visual gag of "enemies" exploding into "coins" (just like in MMORPGS!) is extended into the idiotically socialistoid proposition that it's the money that's the root of evil -- for the plainly obvious reason that money's strictly the only way out, and the pantsuit really really don't want anyone to find anything even remotely in the vaguest of general areas of the way out. The pseudo-religious "modesty" and the vehehehery insistent "we already had the conversation" eliding of the plain and rather obvious solution whereby the 17yo and the other one could very well live as the guy's harem slaves, loving each other forevermore while taking turns at sucking his cock / baking his pies is of the exact same substance : the one thing they don't want you to figure out is the exit route.

So... yeah, entertaining. For me, at the least, it was.

———2010, by Edgar Wright, with Michael Sarah, various other randos. [↩]Sue wasn't a jewish name, have you noticed that ?

No, that's not to say "jewish conspiracy". It's to say the kids are so fucking rotten, a far reaching jewish, elfish or pewterdish conspiracy would actually be a preferable situation! Just like the case of the zero sexual value female slipping herself mickeys at the bar : if someone else could somehow summon the interest to do it to her, that'd actually be a net improvement in her situation! [↩]

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Sunday, 11 February, Year 10 d.Tr.

Scar tissue where Law used to be.

In random news nobody cares about, Romania's president signed the paperwork by which Romania gets new magistrates (judges and public prosecutors).

The girls : Madalina, Cristina, Gabriela, Raluca, Andreea-Cristina, Marie-Jeanne, Elena Salapa, Alexandra, Alina, Gabriela-Aura, Anca, Ioana-Adriana, Simona-Elena, Oana-Bianca, Maria, Reli, Cristina, Ioana-Valeria, Oana-Andreea, Mara-Isabella, Diana, Anca, Lavinia, Ana, Andreea, Alexandra-Nicoleta, Anamaria, Maria-Petronela, Ioana, Laura, Ioana-Maria, Andreea-Georgiana, Iuliana, Andra-Georgeta, Andreea-Iuliana, Anca-Alexandra, Ramona, Oana-Monica, Daniela-Cristina, Alexandra, Ionela-Tatiana, Camelia-Rodica, Ancuta, Lucia-Roxana, Luiza-Elena, Ana-Maria, Andreea-Ileana, Elena-Andra, Alexandra, Alina, Elena, Maricica, Georgeta, Mara, Lavinia-Nicoleta, Anca-Maria, Ana-Maria, Marilena, Lucica-Andreea, Anca, Beatrix-Yvonne, Dana-Florica, Georgiana-Cecilia, Alexandra-Ioana, Maria-Madalina, Ioana, Andrada-Roxana, Iustina, Flavia, Corina, Monica-Raisa, Andreea, Ana-Maria, Dana-Andreea, Cristiana, Ana-Maria, Livia, Diana-Nicoleta, Mihaela, Ana, Alina-Mihaela, Mihaela-Daniela, Stefanita, Anca, Daniela, Alina-Madalina, Alexandra, Catalina, Gema-Celina, Miriam, Floriana, Silvia-Mihaela, Elena-Andreea, Daniel-Doru, Maria-Corina, Alexandra, Cristina-Elena, Anca, Maria-Mirabela, Ioana-Teodora, Cristina, Ioana, Luciana, Alexandra, Codruta, Alina, Anca-Loredana, Mihaela, Ruxandra, Lilisor, Iustina, Ioana-Mihaela, Mihaela-Carmen, Irina-Adina, Cristiana-Flavia, Andra-Maria, Larisa-Mihaela, Doina-Lacramioara, Anca, Iuliana, Rodica, Liliana-Mihaela, Alexandra-Maria, Ioana-Simona, Ioana-Raluca, Alma-Maria, Corina-Raluca, Ana.

Yeah, that's right, there's no less than 127 of these. Does it seem at all likely one could find as many as a dozen girlies capable of this job even before you consider it's all happening in a country the size of Oregon ? Well... be that as it may, the state needs its bureaucracy, and it ain't sending any circulars to you and me anymore. By now it earnestly believes it knows better than anyone.

The boys : Mihai-Narcis, Bogdan, Cosmin, Alexandru, Sebastian, George-Marian, Sebastian, Cornel, Cristian, Mihai, George-Marius, Ion-Radu, Ilie-Darian, Catalin-Nicolae, Marius-Catalin, Radu, Sandu-Nini, Dan-Adrian, Marius-Catalin, Ionut-Daniel, Mitica, Cornel, Mircea-Radu, Gabriel-Ionut, Daniel, Ioani, Catalin, Adrian, Alexandru, Nicusor, Florin, Adrian-Ioan, Nicolae, Florin-Lucian, Dan, Cosmin, Alin, Andrei, Alexandru, Ion, Ionut-Marius, Mircea, Alexandru-Octavian, Dragos, Ilie-Andrei, Octavian, Simon, George-Florin, Laurentiu-stefanii, Remus-Paul, Ionel, Emanuel-Florin, Sebastian, Petric, Marian, Catalin, Daniel, Constantin, Andrei-Razvan, Matei, Alexandru-Madalin, Valerica-Noroceliii.

The obvious observation would go along the lines of "holy shit, such overflowing abundance of cunt, the cuntkeeper's stuck resorting to hyphenation to compose new names in a mostly doomed attempt to distinguish the indistinguishable". What the everloving fuck is this nonsense!

But let's leave that aside and instead point out that "justice" dispensed by an overwhelmingly female apparatus is ipso facto not Justice ; yet mysteriously nobody seems to have noticed that the pretext under which this outrage is being perpetuated (an "exam", don't you know) nevertheless manages to push out "results" that are more than two thirds female (a concentration which climbs to >80% if one counts judgeships only). How is this wonder possible, then ?

How did they manage to not notice that "the field" as they defined it fails to interest men, and therefore fails to meet the fundamental, basic criteria for social relevancy, and that therefore Romania doesn't have a legal system anymore ?

How did they manage to not notice this problem brewing ? Nobody, quite pointedly and in the most literal sense, nobody, not even the very women involved in the bureaucratic mechanism care one whit about female "law". Everyone will readily admit to this, in their own private mind, yet somehow everyone also omitted to point it out in the magically "proper" format of slideshows or whatever it is they do when nobody's looking. How can this be ?

Recursive Dunning-Kruger, right ? For the same reason idiots are not merely incapable of performance but equally incapable of reviewing their misperformance, the female state is not merely incapable of doing anything useful but also and for the same reason (to underscore that reason : female participation) it is incapable of noticing why and wherefore its impotence.

Wut do ? Wut do ?

Mars la cratita, pizdet. Nu e nici loc, nu e nici nevoie, si nici nu v-o intrebat nimeni nimic.

———This is like, the first humanly named male in the sad agglomeration of despicable faggots. Fucking Narcis, seriously now ?! Hyphenation, Cornel, what the fuck. How did these abominations survive primary schooling, in isolation units ?! [↩]Male names not universally worthy of majuscle initial, in teh new romania. Fair is fair, I guess. [↩]Holy shit already, nigger names now! In a country with 0% nigger population! Cuz if it doesn't exist Nuland gotta invent it. [↩]

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Sunday, 19 August, Year 10 d.Tr.

Say Mr... why is your name Popescu ?

Motto: I'm american, baby.

Our names don't mean shit.

In the past three weeks or so, (since the release of a functional Mockybot) :

On 2018-08-20 21:27:54 You got 1`523`496 ECu worth of Abandoned Eggs and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-22 04:25:47 You got 2`942`913 ECu worth of Rickety Reeds and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-22 06:38:10 You got 1`520`632 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-22 20:19:36 You got 1`624`076 ECu worth of Nondescript Tubers and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-22 21:46:44 You got 1`128`508 ECu worth of Worthless Putrid Leather and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-23 03:09:10 You got 5`900`853 ECu worth of Nondescript Tubers and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-23 06:37:04 You got 1`029`078 ECu worth of Polished Small Stone and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-25 04:33:06 You got 8`629`431 ECu worth of Nondescript Tubers and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-25 19:07:21 You got 1`324`580 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-26 16:40:40 You got 1`496`297 ECu worth of Rickety Reeds and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-26 18:02:30 You got 1`289`002 ECu worth of Polished Small Stone and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-27 04:34:34 You got 1`059`077 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-27 05:42:16 You got 1`645`902 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-27 08:08:09 You got 2`567`832 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-27 17:32:18 You got 1`353`577 ECu worth of Boulder and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-28 07:11:58 You got 60`971`041 ECu worth of Polished Small Stone and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-28 07:12:36 You got 3`042`802 ECu worth of Boulder and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-28 16:31:30 You got 30`355`270 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-29 06:32:49 You got 4`985`490 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-29 17:53:50 You got 4`626`648 ECu worth of Nondescript Tubers and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-30 06:24:49 You got 2`937`827 ECu worth of Rickety Reeds and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-08-30 18:39:24 You got 29`189`791 ECu worth of Nondescript Tubers and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-01 18:26:41 You got 4`908`581 ECu worth of Rickety Reeds and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-02 03:10:57 You got 7`148`807 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-02 21:23:41 You got 6`068`192 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-02 21:59:58 You got 3`359`853 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-03 03:57:03 You got 1`135`512 ECu worth of Nondescript Tubers and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-03 11:18:49 You got 877`193`568 ECu worth of Nondescript Tubers and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-04 04:06:34 You got 5`063`698 ECu worth of Rotten Fruit and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-04 04:43:22 You got 5`666`612 ECu worth of Shiny Rock and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-04 04:48:23 You got 1`038`843 ECu worth of Shiny Rock and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-04 05:38:30 You got 1`280`950 ECu worth of Rotten Fruit and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-04 14:33:59 You got 5`392`660 ECu worth of Rotten Fruit and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-04 14:41:00 You got 1`019`648 ECu worth of Rotten Fruit and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-04 22:27:29 You got 1`496`886 ECu worth of Rotten Fruit and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-05 03:11:07 You got 272`485`275 ECu worth of Shiny Rock and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-05 21:39:58 You got 8`300`582 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-06 02:44:42 You got 2`929`496 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-06 03:36:39 You got 1`100`180 ECu worth of Crumbly Rock and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-06 05:42:48 You got 1`103`724 ECu worth of Crumbly Rock and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-07 00:28:39 You got 118`329`093 ECu worth of Crumbly Rock and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-07 03:51:47 You got 4`546`966 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-08 03:56:41 You got 15`037`743 ECu worth of Crumbly Rock and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

On 2018-09-08 15:19:48 You got 10`628`033 ECu worth of Flotsam and assorted loot while building. Congratulations!

The grand total comes to 1`526`379`025, that's over one and a half billion ECu!

Each of those lines is called a pop in game parlance. As I got 44 of the 58 pops in the interval, and as my total comes to 93.56% of the total value...

So now you know.

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Saturday, 08 September, Year 10 d.Tr.