I’m old enough to remember the days where businesses and senior execs wouldn’t consider - even for a second - the profit margins involved with cutting your own throat. But I guess now that it’s part of the business cycle. With some companies it took decades - Rolex (of all the people) has been cutting its own throat with their legendary Submariner and GMT watches for ages. In the watch world, anyone who can afford them… no longer wants them.
Enshittification applies to everything now… and the speed of the process seems to be accelerating. I’m looking at vehicles and everything out there just turns me right off. I’m flat out not going to buy anything that runs off my cell phone, needs subscription services for anything to work… and costs more than my house.
The reason this comes to mind is my good buddies at Temu. Two years ago I bought some cheapo runners for dawg walking. I figgered if I got a couple months out of them they were still a good bargoon. The wife bought me a pair that held together for two years for about $7.00. (I can’t remember how much they cost - but it was a pittance). If you’re like me, you can scrap a pair of Adidas or Nikes in 6 months or a year. The wife saw them go on sale and bought me two more new pairs. Well…. I finally had to let the original pair die after an honourable and hard service life… and broke out a new pair.
HFS! They were complete GARBAGE. They’d have been a rip off at half the price! I need a bit of support and fit from a shoe but these things simply would NOT fit! A few blocks - and me feet would slide over the sole and they hit the garbage can on day one. Maybe the chinks put the retarded kids in the sewing machine sweatshop the day those were made…? I broke out the second pair … and the same thing again…! I’m hobbled right up after less than ten miles now!
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Even at three bucks a pair, these things are a rip.
I’m tossing the second pair too.
I can’t really bitch I suppose. I shoulda just spent the damn money and paid for quality footwear. But the wife can’t say no to a bargoon! And who can blame her when the first pair were such champs? The hell of enshittification is that we are paying corporate shithawks to shaft us…and themselves, and anyone that works and does business with them. I don’t get it?
I’m going back to my trusty shit kickers. Those are Redwing moc toes I bought in 2019. I wore them hard for four or five years… and the treads are bald and worn down. They are going in for a re-sole next week. That’s going to cost around…$200.00, maybe? If I could get another four or five years out of them I’d be happier than a pig in the mud! They wear like bedroom slippers. But… how long is it until Redwing Shoes enshittifies itself…?
100 years ago I was a kid that went to FR Haythorne junior high school. The school was infamous for its ‘Opps”. Opps were properly called Opportunity Students. But honestly they were just retards. What really made these kids ‘special’ wasn’t their lack of cognitive ability… it was their courage. Those kids were absolutely fearless with no concept of self preservation or consequences. And if you wanted to pull a fast one in Haythorne school but were too chicken to face the consequences - you got a fuggin Opp to do it for you. (No, i was not an Opp but you would be correct to suspect it). Unlike me - our Opps had the courage that would shame a kamikaze pilot or even a green bean United States Marine!
One day after school, Old Man Martin was enjoying a smoke with the other bus drivers as us kids slowly loaded onto the bus to go home. He had foolishly left the bus idling while us kids trooped on board. Out of nowhere… this brain wiped 13 year old Opp got on, and calmly sat in the driver’s seat. He closed the door, put the bus in gear…and we all went for a couple laps around the parking lot before we had a low speed crash in the teacher’s parking lot. The bus drivers all got in shit and were never again allowed to leave their buses while the kids loaded up at home time. Woe be unto he whom forgets the almighty power of the Opps!
Another time, my buddy, Pee Head (he got his nickname back in grade two) discovered a service hallway that led to the school’s boilers and electrical switch gear. The old school was built in the 50s and its main power cutoff was a big honking lever that, once thrown - would shut the entire school down. Right beside it was a door that a juvenile prankster could use to escape outside after plunging the school into total darkness. Pee Head threw the lever a couple times before growing bored with it. He also feared getting caught so he taught the Opps how to do it and we started having daily black outs at school. Rumour had it that the same Opp was always doing it but he was too dumb to learn from strapping, spanking and other painful corporeal punishMINTs. Of course the adults were furious and wanted to lock that corridor down. But I guess the fire fighters held things up because they wanted no barriers between them and the switchgear in the event of an emergency. Eventually the fire fighters were over ruled and Pee Head and the OPPs got locked out for good. If the fire fighters ever had to get in fast in the event of a fire… some deft axe work would get them through the door as fast as a key.
I suppose there’s a good reason why all those public educators are neurotic union assholes that think they’re under paid!!! HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! 😂👍 HAR HAR HAR!!! Errrrr…please bear with me, this is going somewhere, I promise…
I bring all this up because I’m seeing the same Opp principle at work in my life now. That craven coward - Eaton Rapids Joe - finds objectionable innernet content but he’s to damned chicken to poast it on his own blog where the grown ups will give him shite for it. So, like Pee Head all those years ago - he passes it off to the blogosphere Opp to poast it for him. In other words he passes it on to me knowing I’ll poost it up and get in chit for it!
I’m already on very thin ice with the Blogger Gestapo for Crimes Against 🌈The Community🏳️🌈 so Rather than invite the fury of the Pink Shirts … I poasted it in a squalid, fetid corner of Chudstack:
I hope you all find it as inspiring and entertaining as Joe and I did. I hope your Friday is fast and short, and that you’re able to keep your pronouns, washrooms and orifices correct over the weekend. Thanks again for stopping in.
I think it’s actually called “Mystery Science Theatre 3000”? It stars some guy with a couple retarded robot muppets and they sit around watching horrible old sci-fi C or even D movies from ages past? The hosts sit in the movie theatre seats and throw popcorn at the movie screen, they slag the actors, the plots and themes from the days of The Old World Order? I’ve only ever seen clips of it on OyTube.
I’m watching “Beyond The Time Barrier” produced in 1960.
I’m only halfway through it but I intend to finish watching it when chores permit.
I’m also watching the “12 Monkeys” TV series which, I think, is a whored out version of a 1995 movie. Comparing and contrasting the two shows is the difference between night and day… but there’s so many similarities too. It is my conviction that there has been almost no new original thought in the scifi space since about the early 70s… maybe even the 60’s? Dystopian plague, time travel, rinse and repeat. If you choose to watch the old 60’s flick… around the 40 minute mark, the egghead scientist characters explain to Our Hero how his jet/rocket fighter plane attained the speed of light - and I was just smitten. Up your ass with your Relativity, Einstein! HAR HAR HAR!!! I suppose there were even elements of proto-shithouse-environMINTalism in it!!! But it was pitched as a sci-fi horror.
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I suppose sci-fi has always been “message fiction”. One of the big tropes was about how messing with the atom could have horrifying consequences in the future. So it goes for gene manipulation, eugenics, oddball social movements, etc. But… in the campy, corny old world movies, the message and scolding was at least sincere. Nowadays, the messaging is all fake and gay. Sci-fi has been hijacked by the queers, feminists, socialists, and other degenerates to polish turds for their preferred lifestyles, agendas and warped values. It’s so tiresome and disappointing.
This refreshing scifi movie just came out on Netflix and Prime.
“Signal One” is refreshing in that it at least tries to return to sci-fi roots, where the yarn is actually trying to tell a science based story rather than justifying fudge packing, cnuty girl boss feminism and other ass battery. It’s not a blockbuster or cinematic trail blazer… but it is fun… unlike the majority of repetitive and derivative gender slop being seen today.
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Contemplating A Move…
I’ve tried to move away from Blogger before. I was catching flak from Community Terms And Conditions Nazis at Blogger for crimespeak and crime thought. I flipped the middle finger at the pig noses, the 425 lb. Tinkerbelles and other fairie folk, cancelled the blog and moved to Blab. I had a couple problems with Gab though - It didn’t allow me to format my stuff the way I wanted. The other was that the platform was a shit magnet for real, bonafide Nazis and lunatics. We’re talking guys that seriously propose to liquidate da joos, the vibrants, and gawd only knows who else. You can bet your arse that it was an FBI/CSIS/Interpol/etc honey pot for the three letter agencies. Not that I was afraid of them or the loons or anything… the rude and dirty jokes and memes were superb. The furtive and secretive mysterious M hangs out there with some of the other stubfarts. But… it didn’t feel like home, if ya know what I mean?
So… I came back here set up again… and started seriously looking for new digs that would respect free speech as Blab does… but with better blog functionality. And…I think I found it, maybe? I chit-poasted a couple trials and I personally like it. I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look - if you have the time?
A word up front to the retards and stubfarts: I will tolerate NO rude jokes or snide comments about my axe-related negligencestupidityretardation…Ughhh!!!! Okay, alright!!!! Maybe I DO deserve a royal flush in the bloody terlet!! ! But… I don’t have to like it!!!
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There is only one negative I’ve found with using Substack. At first you will get positively SPAMMED with lunatics like these:
And these
And these
And these
Etc.
The good news is that the algorithm on Substack is pretty good. The secret is to start blocking the Usual Suspects without mercy. Follow and/or subscribe to guys like Art Sido, Matt Bracken, Yours Truly or any other stubfart talking head that pops up on your feed. The algorithm will start filtering out the sewage fairly quickly. So far I’ve had no problem with the censors and lunatics that infest the other platforms. In fact… I think I’ve fallen into the corner of the platform that the kids call “Chudstack”.
I’m 80% convinced that I’m gonna move there. I’ll keep this blog open as a back up, maybe? Let me know what ya think, if ya would.
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Early Fall Needful Things
The first leaves are turning and falling. I haven’t smelled snow on the wind yet… but it’s coming. The hell of it all is that I ran out of firewood for the backyard pit and camping. I have the block house full of seasoned cut rounds… but I need to get off my arse and split them. I can’t swing an axe like I used to and I bought a cheapo electric splitter 100 years ago.
I an SO thankful for this appliance. I have low back issues but even so… I’ve easily split a couple chords over the years for ourselves, friends and family. It’s slow… but it’s a “tortoise and the hare” scenario. You might be able to swing an axe like Paul Bunyan but… for how long? I can do this all morning long and maybe a little bit more. Today I put up several wheelbarrows of split, seasoned firewood… and it’s time to soothe my aching back muscles.
Ahhhhhhh… is there anything better or more relaxing than a methane
bubble bath?
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Well I hope y’all are keeping up with your chores, that you’re productive and useful… unlike me! The days are getting shorter and I’m told that Alberta is scrapping daylight savings time now? The spring ahead/fall behind thing never really bothered me personally but the whiners couldn’t stop bitching about it! So I guess I’ll be hanging out with my buddy Oskaar in Iceland this winter…
Take care, you guys - and I hope we’ll see ya next week.
It doesn’t help that this woman looks like a hatchet faced
axe murderess that should be burned at the stake.
Or the cackling feminist hags that idolize her and ham and caper
for the cameras outside the courts and during the sessions.
When the hags show up…justice will
perish. It always does.
I hate to be ‘that guy’ - at least in cases like this. But I see what’s going on here… and I want to kill someone.
When I was a kid, back in another lifetime…my dad began to struggle. One second he was his usual affable self. The next, he’d lose his shite over nothing and it was the end of the world. It was like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It didn’t happen often, at first. But it got worse over time. And the fits were coming more frequently. And the intensity grew. It got so bad I slept out in the farm truck a couple times and was worried sick about him. I was around 16 at the time…?
The doctors were stumped. Pop saw any number of specialists and finally, after months of referrals we found one who was confident he could help. He warned us it would take time. Some pills he prescribed made it worse. Others turned Pop into a zombie. Some had no effect at all. The doctor relied on mom and I too. He told us right up front to watch Pop, and keep track of his behaviour. By doing so he could eliminate entire families of potential pharmaceuticals, and behavioural clues could point at others that might work. It was all trial and error. I thought privately that Pop was done for. But the doctor was happy as a clam. Brain neurochemistry is incredibly difficult. It may be better now, but back then the science was still in its infancy. They didn’t know what drugs would work and which ones wouldn’t until they tried them. There was only one way to find out. More months go by. Mom was starting to crack under the strain too.
One day…everything was normal again. To this day, it almost cracks me up. Pop got up early and went out and fed the animals, went for a short walk and came back and made his own breakfast before I even got up. He gave me my chores for the day. He drove mom out for shopping later in the day. After supper he got on the tractor and pushed some snow around and all was well from that point forward. There was no celebration though, we all just quietly smiled and pretended it never happened. They might have tweaked his dosages a bit… but for all intents and purposes … Pop was fine. A jar of tiny pills that cost $11.00 a month was all it took. The brain is like any other organ; it can get sick. Sometimes the sick brain can be cured. Sometimes not - and it will kill you. Or worse - someone else. Your sanity rides on chemistry so precise that a shortage or over abundance of chemicals measured in micrograms - can literally turn you into someone else.
Apparently that is what she looked like, once upon a time. I only saw two pics like that when I did a web search. The rest are all pics and vids of her glowering menacingly at the cameras… or smirking rudely at some other hag in her coven that are mogging for the cameras. A clinical psychologist involved with the case says Lindsay was hearing voices at the time of the murder. After she did the deed, the voices stopped. According to the shrink, this almost never happens in these cases. Makes sense to me - if your brain chemistry is such that it produces auditory hallucinations and cognitive reasoning impairment…it should keep doing so regardless of outside events.
Shouldn’t it? I dunno, and the expert involved doesn’t know. That’s the hell of brain science. With a lot of these cases, doctors don’t know what the mechanism is that drives the behaviour. Or the recovery. When Pop got his pills all those years ago, the doctor didn’t know why they worked.
The point that I’m trying to make is that nobody knows exactly what’s going on here. But of course, none of that actually matters. It’s all about the mass media stirring the pot, selling copy and generating ad sales, controversy, and ratings. For the feminist coven it’s all about ‘post partum’ depression and psychosis. And mogging for the cameras for likes and subscribes on Tik Tok. Vids are starting to surface of moms abusing and tormenting their babies. I won’t be surprised at all to see copycat killings start.
I’ll tell you right now - although it would kill me to do it - I’d sentence Lindsay to burn at the stake. Publicly. I’d order that her fan club be in attendance to watch too. My reasoning is that women think with their emotions. Emotions are easily manipulated and if you have a herd of mouth breathing emoting women in one place, in close proximity…they can stampede and get up to all kinds of satanic shit that can bring down families and entire communities. When they mob up like that, examples have to be made and people have to see the examples being made.
And the utter hell of it is that if we had handled this like men - instead of gossipy, clucking hysterical, hormonal teenaged girls… we might actually be able to help Lindsay.
But… whadda I know? I think I know the most rudimentary in’s and out’s of the psychosis problem in layman’s terms. But I also know that satanic evil is real and walks the earth…and the ones driving it are the loud, opinionated and sanctimonious emotional women.
You guys remember to hold your womenfolk close. If ya can, find a good church and get ‘em into it on a regular basis. Maybe they’ll take an interest in the ladies groups and social events? It (probably) won’t do anything for bona fide clinical psychosis problems…but it might give them hope? It might get a few of the milder cases off the antidepressants, maybe? It definitely WILL give them meaningful things to channel their energies into. The alternative is to have them turning their energies into Tik Tok and Twitter and stoking their rage with the blood of innocents.
Who knows? Perhaps we are already past the point of no return? Perhaps the Old World rules are gone for good… and darker roads beckon. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
I went out to the range at 8:00 this morn. In the first 5 minutes on the drive out, I must have seen 10 assholes do 15 retarded things in traffic. It wasn’t little stuff either - it was deliberate “fuck you, me first!!!” BS that turn into fender benders and paint swapping if someone does something stupid. I’m an old hand at such nonsense. I just slow down, open my eyes and try to keep distance and reaction times and defensive options open.
Buddy in the truck ran a red light and… The wife’s little Rav got punched in the snoot. The wife is okay… but the guy in the truck was injured and calling 911…? How does that work? Are we gonna get sued by some shyster?
I saw all the bungholes out this morn… and I just KNEW something had to happen…
UPDATE:
I’m sure everyone will be as shocked as I am to find out that we got kinetically and culturally enriched by the Usual Suspects. 👍🏾
She sure touched a lot of souls, didn’t she? She never really touched mine… I’ve always been contemptuous of celebs… but she never really shat on my soul either, the way so many Hollywood slobs do these days. Her music was part of the background noise of my life. When she spoke, I’d listen… which is not something I tend to do with just any old celeb. When you compare her to any number of old stubfart morons like Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young or Rob DiNero … yeah… she did alright. Some people get old and stupid and should just STFU. Others retain their class and gravitas right till the end.
I hope she is off to a great start in her next life.
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I heard through the celeb sewers (that I try to ignore) that the sci-fi franchise of Star Trek is in deep trouble. Again.
The trouble - as per usual… is crappy screen writing. The story I have is that muppets are in charge of the spaceship now?
JFC. They have special effects and cinematic technologies that Gene Roddenberry could only dream about in the 1960s. On OyTube, fans are writing and producing amateur vids, literally for free. And this is the best they can do…? Who even writes this shit???
Oh… right…
But… whadda I know? Both Star Trek and Pigs In Space are kids’ shows, right? Maybe I should join Rob, Bruce and Neil - and stick my head down a toilet and flush a few times! If the little ones are getting something out of it… that’s all that matters.
