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Tractor Checking

So tomorrow I’m off with a friend who knows about tractors to view a couple of them. I plan to be mute. Because my ignorance of tractors is wider and deeper than my ignorance of advanced spaceship technology from the aliens of Arctarus 7.

Despite the ignorance, I am looking forward to it and I really hope one of them turns out to be “the one” and that I get it. If I were what i think of as the “standard aging guy” I would probably see this as a chore. After all, it’s just a practical thing for practical reasons. But in reality… I may come home in a few days with a whole TRACTOR! And then I can figure out how to drive it and use it without killing myself. And the attachments. I mean if I get all the attachments I’m going to have a digger loader, a grader, a… whatever it’s called in English, a kind of portable woodchipper that churns up pretty much everything you drag it over or push it into.

I mean, can you imagine being 8 years old and using all that stuff? You might as well be in a spaceship! And my friend was indeed driving the tractor on his family farm when he was 8 years old. Me, I was shooting rifles in the African savannah, which is why I don’t know a damned thing about tractors, but you know what matters? That our children are being told they cannot, should not, and are not capable of doing either thing.

Do you know how old Joan of Arc was? She was 19 when she was murdered by corrupt clerics and politicians of the day, and she had changed the history of France forever. Noblemen have led armies into battle aged 13.

But if you put your son in the back of an open backed car in Europe, or God forbid in the back seat of a normal car without any seatbelts, you may as well rob banks with a colt .45 in your hand. Not that I or my brother ever had a seatbelt on or where often even in the covered part of the car throughout our childhood, and no one thought anything of it.

The world is becoming weaker, gayer, stupider and more boring by the day.

That’s how I know something will break soon. It’s an untenable trajectory. The human spirit cannot endure such soulless existence for long, and certainly not on a global scale.

And that’s why I hope I’ll have a tractor before it kicks off. Farming in the good times, trench and moat-building in the hard times!

Wish me luck people!

    Economics is a Lie

    Vox recently posted on some of the details of why economics is a lie.

    While this is a step in the right direction for the average normie, it doesn’t nearly go far enough in explaining what a total and complete nonsense modern economics is, and has been since the time of medieval Venetian accounting practices.

    One of the reasons that in my professional life, in the financial aspects of both the construction industry and the security industry I have always, without exception, outperformed every single target that was ever put before me, sometimes by multiples of the expected figures, is precisely because I have always absolutely and completely ignored the nonsensical practices that are taught and promulgated by supposed professional economists, accountants and other financial “experts”. That level of professional “success” is not coincidence. And I put “success” in inverted commas because it is not really the result of playing the same game. It would be like competing in a football game were all the other “professionals” only have one leg. Most of these people have actually bought into the lies they continue to perpetrate. It’s a bit like the people who believe/follow the Novus Ordo fake “Catholic” Church thinking they are Catholics, when in fact they are merely fooled and deluded ignorants.

    And don’t get me wrong, these people still “function” and “work” and “produce” in that sector of economics and finance and indeed produce reports and conclusions based on complete nonsense that has almost no relation to reality whatsoever, but because they are all listening to and playing by the same idiotic nonsense, there is a certain level of “coherence” that allows the whole system to stumble along like the drunk and incontinent uncle at the Christmas dinner.

    But reality has very little to do with the nonsensical methodologies used by economists in the first place and various financial “professionals” in the second place.

    When I was deciding what to study at university level, I briefly started a generic Business Degree, within which, economics was a quite large part of the course and had separate subjects for macro-economics and micro-economics which all tied in with the accounting subject. I did not last more than two months in the course because reading and digesting the material in those textbooks it became absolutely obvious it was all a bunch of utter nonsense. Most of it theoretical wish fulfilment fantasies that the accounting practice was essentially designed to “clothe” as being valid emperors. It was all fake and gay and it made it absolutely clear that everyone involved in those subjects that used or relied on such practices was either an idiot or a deceiver and quite often both.

    The reality of how one could avoid all that nonsense was to not play that game. The over-riding forces that dispensed with all the lies and nonsense of economists, accountants, and various financial experts were of two types, and often related.

    The first was the law of the land. While the law is often also nonsensical, especially in the USA, it absolutely trumps economics in day to day life. So if you understand and become familiar with how the law as actually applied to contracts (which can differ somewhat from the theoretical and financial matters, you can mostly ignore all the “noise” made by accounting and economic practices, and just focus on those pivot points and fulcrums of those clown disciplines that actually make a difference. All you need to trump all economic “predictions” and so on is a basic understanding of the law and how to use ledger entries as first invented by Venetians several centuries ago. And if you want to get really fancy use a red pen for outgoings and a black one for incoming revenue. And keep “potential” entries (i.e. those not as yet realised) separate or with an asterix or note in a column next to it that gets crossed through when it is realised.

    The second aspect of reality that trumps even the law, as well as literally ALL of the economic and accounting practices is brute force. At its pinnacle, you can see it as currently playing out in Ukraine. All the idiocy of the USA and their puppet satrapies in Europe account for absolutely nothing in the face of Russian use of reality-based force. And keep in mind that Russia is still playing by an extremely fair gentlemanly code of war.

    At a lesser level, force can be the result of merely understanding the realities of the legal system and applying them forcefully, which keeps things on the right side of legality. Beyond that, you enter into the realm of dealing with criminality, which I have encountered in my work as a close protection service provider, which entailed real physical threats against both myself, the team I operated with and our client (all of which were handled successfully by us, I am happy to say), but also in my work related to the financial aspects of business, where fraud, theft and illegal activity by various businesses or individuals were uncovered as a result of my work. Sometimes as a result of being hired explicitly as a forensic accounting investigation, and other times when I came across it as a routine part of my work.

    In any case, the order of reality based economics is as follows:

    1. Brute Force

    2. The Law as applied

    3. The Law in theory (which should never be relied upon, but which a lot of people are fooled by)

    4. Real accounting (money in and money out) with real profit/loss ledger entries and reality based predictions and projections.

    And that’s it. All the nonsensical theory that economists and accountants and financial experts all around the world use and either ignorantly believe in or deceitfully use to further their own ends can be safely and pretty much completely ignored if you understand these principles. And for most people, you only really need to grasp points 2 and 4 and it will serve you well your whole life. A grasp of the realities of point number 1 is also very important to have so that you don’t end up being suicided if you tread on the wrong toes inadvertently, as well as being able to recognise such possibilities before they come up. It certainly has kept me from entering in situations that would have been extremely dangerous, and I have not been one to shy away from complicated situations, but even those had to be based on understanding the realities of life and knowing that if one deals with elements of society that will cross the line from the law to criminality, even those situations have a certain set of rules that people tend to abide by. It is then merely a matter of remaining on the correct line of legality without compromising yourself to the point where you become an obstacle that the other side is prepared to remove by crossing into criminality.

    On at least two occasions in my professional life, I definitely was able to avoid becoming an accidental statistic by simply understanding these realities and making the other side aware that while getting rid of me was certainly possible, doing so would ultimately result in them having losses that far outweighed the irritation I or my work may have been causing them. Neither side was bluffing, and as a result I was able to navigate the situation with a level of calm that others in merely adjacent positions not only did not have, but could not understand and assumed I was either naive, insane, or brave beyond reason. None of which was the case.

    It has been a mild irritation, among many, of course, that most people who fancy themselves as “in the know” with respect to financial realities, often speak profound nonsense on these topics, and people often believe or listen to them because they may be wealthy and thus appear successful. In fact, I suppose by the standard terms most use for “success” they are. But it’s all sand castles built on sand castles, relying on sand foundations on a beach where the tide rolls in regularly.

    Such people also assume that my commenting and indeed actions with regard to not just my life, but that of people who see what the trends are is borderline “conspiracy theorist” paranoia.

    The reality is simply that, as per my prediction of the financial crash of 2008, which I assumed would happen by the year 2000 at the outmost, back in 1995 or so, I am merely considerably ahead of the curve.

    I also am constitutionally, intellectually, and spiritually, averse to essentially dealing in deceit, so I have never been able to make use of such understanding of reality to make a huge amount of money in say, trading in the stock market for example. It’s not for a lack of ability or capacity, it is because doing so is something that would tend to consume my soul on some level. I have zero problem with confrontation or even facing physical danger, and taking all kinds of risks (because they may appear as reckless to others but are very much calculated ones from my perspective) but the constant and daily practice of dealing in lies and nonsense and fake math would take a toll on my psyche that I am simply not prepared to pay, and never have been.

    But that is not to say I can’t recognise that aspect in others. I have worked for or with literal billionaires, as well as millionaires, politically influential people, captains of industry and leading experts in a number of diverse fields, and while each of these people was unique and talented in various ways, only a tiny number among them had lives that I would consider personally worthwhile. In fact, the only one that immediately comes to mind is a gun-shop owner that has done very well for himself.

    That is not to say the others have pointless lives. I am sure from their perspectives my own life is irrelevant to the point they cannot even contemplate trading places with me. What they would probably be surprised to know is that despite their billions or millions, the feeling is mutual from my side.

    If ever a multi-millionaire with a conscience similar to mine appears in my life, and we were to work together towards the creation of a better system of human life/experience, the resulting model of city-state would be very likely to become a model for a much improved humanity going forward. And after a certain tipping point would become practically unstoppable.

    I think such an event is probably impossible unless it happens as the result of divine intervention on the billionaire/millionaire after the fact of their wealth, because the path to such wealth is often littered with choices and requirements that tend to chip away at such a sense of ideological imperatives as I continue to have well past the naive stage of youth.

    So I won’t be holding my breath for Elon Musk to give me a ring anytime soon, after he has a vision from our Lord or something similar; and I’ll continue on my path, which reminds me I have now bought a gigantic chicken coop and I need to plan where to have it installed on our farm.

    And to all those reading who are considering the points I make in this post, never forget the reality that copper-jacketed lead, always trumps gold when push comes to shove. Gold trumps the law. The law trumps accounting and economics, and basic math does too. And below that is only lies, deceivers and delusions.

      The Mouse

      So this morning me and the boy (4) and the girl (3) were up early. After I gave them some breakfast they were off outside, playing on the jumpoline as the girl has called it since she was 2, and then running around outside the forest. I got busy inside for a couple of hours and then realised that aside from the wife and girls still being asleep, I hadn’t heard from the other two in a while. So I went out to see what they were up to and they were sitting on the large tree I downed over a year ago talking and playing. I went back in. After a while I heard the little one calling her mom from our bedroom so I went in and as soon as she saw me her little smile with dimple came up and she said “Dedde!” which is how she says Daddy. A few hugs and kisses later and I thought I’d take her out to see her brother and sister.

      As I get near I see the boy is holding a dead mouse in his hand. Not by the tail or anything, but fully in his grasp as one might hold a live mouse gently.

      Me: What you got there boy?

      B: A mouse. Cali (the cat) chased and killed it.

      G: Yeah. We like the mouse.

      Me: Right, well, it’s dead and kind of gross, how about we bury it?

      B and G together: NOOOO!

      Me: Right…let me take a picture for your mom, which I am sure will be delighted by this little development.

      B: (Poses with the dead mouse, making silly faces, he literally is like Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes it’s almost impossible to take a photograph without him making an idiot face. It’s absolutely done on purpose and even when he pretends to stay still he will freak it at the last second just as you take the shot) after a few attempts…

      G: I had the mouse first!

      Me: Of course, you want a picture too… (to the boy) give her the dead rat, will you?

      G: (takes dead mouse, ecstatically happy and poses with it, by putting it against her cheek and smiling fetchingly.)

      Me: No! What are you doing, that’s disgusting… no. Stop. (She’s switching hands…and cheek) that’s… ok, look, I took the picture, see, now stop will you. Ok guys, I think we should go bury it now…

      G and B: NOooo!

      G: I love it and I like going on the jumpoline with it! It’s so funny the way it bounces. (Smiling and laughing happily. Dead rat still held tightly in her little fist.)

      Me: (thinking: WTF kind of little psychopaths have we generated here?! No wait… what we?? That’s not my side of the DNA! That’s the wife’s side!) You… wait… you went on the jumpoline with the dead mouse?

      Both: Yes! (Excitedly and happy)

      Me: (ugh!) right… I’m going to see if your mother is awake.

      *** Later ***

      After I showed the wife the video of her little darlings discussing dead mouse trampoline projections.

      Wife: (disgusted look on her face) So where is the mouse now?

      Me: Probably drying out on the trampoline.

      Wife: (horrified) What?!? You left it with them?

      Me: (shrugging) They’d had it with them for a couple of hours and had already trampolined with it. What would have been the rationale really? It just seemed mean at that point to take it away from them.

      Wife: You’re all wrong in the head. All of you.

      *** Later ***

      Me: Hey boy, don’t leave the rat drying on the trampoline ok?

      B: (Gets dead mouse) Okay.

      Me: It’s time to really get rid of that dead mouse you know?

      B and G: (They look a little sadly at the dead mouse. Then at me.)

      Me: okay?

      B and G: (both nod silently. It’s a serious moment. The dignity of death and all that. The final goodbye.)

      Me: Okay, you can put him in there (pointing to a rock on the edge of a small retaining wall holding back part of the forest)

      B: (Cocks arm right back and flings the dead rat high and deep into the overgrowth. Looks at me meaningfully for approval.)

      Me: … uh… okay I guess.

      B and G: (they both nod and go back inside. On the way in, the girl says:) We really liked the dead rat you know daddy.

      Me: Yes darling, you loved his little dead body very well.

      And everyone was happy. The End.

        Dangerous Holes

        A high wind last night uprooted a gigantic tree that smashed down another two trees on the way down. If I can clear some of the brambles to it, I have the wood for the next couple or three years only a short walk outside my front door now. It was impressive because the tree that got uprooted was massive. The hole in the ground where its roots had been was tall enough for me to stand in. And it uprooted a still living cherry tree on the way down and smashed another sizeable one in half.

        Later, reviewing a cliff face not far from us I told my wife how locals had told me there was a bomb shelter in the cliff face from World War Two, and the recent rains and floods had made part of the slope collapse and I thought I could see the entrance of it now.

        I had climbed that cliff face twice and it was a mess of disintegrating clay-rich soil. So I voiced aloud the idea that I wanted to go ask the owners of that property if I could just tie a rope to one of the trees we could see was close to the edge of the cliff.

        Wife: No. You’re not doing that.

        Me: (looking at her in surprise) What? Why? I have climbed up there twice on that stuff and going down from the top is a lot safer, besides I’ll be tied to a tree…

        Wife: No. You’re not doing it.

        Me: Wh… Look, it’s safe… I’ll literally be tied by a rope to a tree!

        Wife: No! You’re not doing it! Because trees in this fucking country fall out of the ground. And anyway, sometimes I am allowed to just put my foot down! You’re not doing it! I am putting my foot down!

        Me: (smiling) But babe, there could be nazi gold in there…

        Wife: I don’t care! It won’t do you any good if you’re dead. Besides it could all collapse on you!

        Me: Nah, it won’t I’ll be fine, and ok, I’ll tie it to a tree further in.

        Wife: to a car, a good twenty yards in, and with a steel cable!

        Me: Yeah, ok, to a car or some other tree on the inside of their property.

        Wife: Car. A big Car. Far inside their property.

        Me: Yeah, ok. Sure.

        Wife: Still the same. Always chasing after holes.

        Me: (Laughing)

        Wife: DANGEROUS Holes!

        Me: It worked out in the end though (winking)

        Wife: Hmrf!

        So that was our afternoon.

          Cheese?

          Vox has made a post about the fact that American “Cheese” is basically either blocks of plastic (yes, it is, and you can literally set American cheese on fire like a sort of candle) or possibly something worse, that is created by Pfizer, and that other American food is filled with stuff that is literally labelled as GRAS (Generally Recognised As Safe) that literally no one has bothered to delve into.

          Coincidentally, I have now bought a pretty huge chicken enclosure, and if I manage to set it up without killing myself or making a mess of it, the next project will be a greenhouse to grow some food that is not regularly sprayed on by the chemtrails they are releasing all over the planet now.

          Finding a way to power all the electronics reliably may take a little longer, but that will be the next effort. and it’s all slow going because yes, I still need a tractor. And until I rob a bank or find hidden Nazi gold, that’s not happening for the moment.

          One bit of good news is that soon I will be attempting a first small shipment of olive oil to the USA. Those that know of this plan from a month or three back, I will try to get back in touch with you IF I find your emails, and offer the very first few batches to you since you have been kind enough to try and support me even when I wasn’t not able to send the oil over as easily as I had originally thought.

          With any luck this will be a new small avenue of income that I hope turns into a veritable flood once people realise the benefits of real unfiltered, Olive oil, which in my case, is literally, no hyperbole, the best olive oil in the world. It literally has won the global prize for the last 2 years in a row.

          So… take heart my American friends, don’t eat the “cheese” and start planning to stock up on my completely natural, zero pesticides, cold pressed, unfiltered, unblended, pure, extra virgin, olive oil. Which, as it happens, is the very best thing you can ever find to reduce inflammation and generally just improve your health, even if you are a guy that spends 2 million dollars a year to try and live forever, like Bryan Johnson, who in fact, proved the point beyond any doubt.

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