I warn you, this post will seem unnecessarily cruel, vicious and merciless. To the normies. Because that is pretty much all they will see. Nay, all they can see. What it actually is, is a tiny insight into my daily experience of dealing with normies and the process that happens in my head, pretty much at the speed that I read the comment. I don’t have to think about the process that happens and the conclusions I draw from the comment, it happens automatically. And the reason I am bothering to write this is pretty much the same reason I did this video, which helped quite a few people since it was made, who encounter similar problems. We are few, of course, but it’s nice when you can find something useful.
My own attitude, while I am writing this, contrary to what most normies would otherwise assume, is not anger or sarcasm, or disdain, but rather, one of mostly resigned tiredness at what I have encountered throughout my 53 years on this Earth. I am not actually fully resigned to it, understand, because giving up is not really part of my make-up, but let’s just say that I expect no great mass of people that suddenly get it from reading this. I am mostly doing it to put down yet another marker for posterity, maybe someone somewhere one day will read it and relate.
On this post, there was the below comment:
REPLACED GUY says:19/04/2023 AT 1:34 PM Its not an actual dumbing down. Its that people are forced to work too much and for too little pay. And meanwhile immigrants are being imported to take their jobs too. So they don’t care much anymore. “Fire me, go ahead, I’ll just get to see the Sun. You were gonna replace me with an illegal eventually anyway. Might as well be today.” Even those who aren’t smart enough to think that response are basically there. And thus nothing works.
To Which I replied this:
G says:19/04/2023 AT 5:17 PM (EDIT)Your response demonstrates better than I could have that the dumbing down is PRECISELY what’s happened.Look at it.
Blackpilled despondent apathy is, in your own estimation, the “smart” view.
I am guessing shoes with laces are not your thing.
And then Pearce felt the need to comment this:
PEARCE EVERSON says:19/04/2023 AT 10:01 PM (EDIT)I don’t think this guy is “black pilled.” He’s just basically saying loyalty to a company is dead due to the company loyalty to employees being nil. People are working the bare minimum now because they know they ain’t getting a raise by working hard. You only get a raise by leaving and going somewhere else. And until they decide to do that they do the bare minimum. There’s even a term for it, “quiet quitting.” But this is in American, so maybe your anger at this obvious fact is due to it not being that way in Italy.
Let’s now look at that first comment and take you through my mental process as I read it.
Its not an actual dumbing down. Yes, it is, and your inability to notice something that has happened in a visible and rather obvious fashion for at least 30 years, tells me immediately, you are about as observant, aware, and intellectually astute as the average cow grazing in a field. And you missed an apostrophe. It might be autocorrect, it sure happens to me a lot, and big fingers on small keyboards. But in your case, I doubt it.
Its that people are forced to work too much and for too little pay. Compared to what? The 14 hour days of back-breaking work our great-grandfathers had to do in a field or in a coal mine, or in construction, or that our great-grandmothers had to do looking after a half-dozen children and a husband that worked those 14 hours? You think his life was easier and his pay so much more than yours? No, of course not, but the thought never entered your idiotic head, because that would require an IQ above room temperature. It also shows you are lazy, weak, and incapable of improving your own circumstances. you want it to be handed out to you by someone else. As if the world owed you something for your fat, lazy, almost certainly overweight ass. And you missed that apostrophe again.
And meanwhile immigrants are being imported to take their jobs too. If your job is in danger from a semi-literate Aztec that being “catholic” probably has those half-dozen kids, or an illiterate African who has no idea of how a stove operates and may in fact set a camp-fire in the lounge of a normal apartment, while slaughtering a goat in his bathtub, then, the problem is not really the immigrant. It’s you. Sure, the immigrant should stay in his own place, no doubt, but what are YOU doing about it? Are you moving your own work up the economic ladder by being smarter, faster, better? No. No you are not. You’d rather whine about the immigrant. Meanwhile, that raupefugee is working hours you would never do, for pay you think is “below your station,” and yet, you do not go for the jobs you think are your station. Why is that? Oh, right, because you’re incapable.
So they don’t care much anymore. So what? Do you think I cared about any of the companies I worked for? Do you think they paid me to “care”? You retard, they pay you to make them money. And the more you do that, the more secure your job is. I have never had a problem being hired after the first year of working in Europe. You know why? Because I always exceeded any target I was set. Including ridiculous ones that were supposed to be impossible. You think I did that because I cared about the company I worked for? Are you completely retarded? I did that because in the first place, if I am going to spend so much of my time at work, I may as well make it a success, learn all there is to and outperform everyone’s expectations. Just for my own satisfaction. And in the second place, because that is how I provide for either myself, my desires and my wishes, or, more importantly, for my family. But not you, no. You want to work less than an immigrant at the same job, be paid a lot more, and then you want the company to care deeply about you. How do you describe this type of person? Other than a massive loser that needs a kick in the ass and a few months in Russian special forces training?
“Fire me, go ahead, I’ll just get to see the Sun. You were gonna replace me with an illegal eventually anyway. Might as well be today.” Yes, I can tell, that’s the attitude of a winner you have right there.
Even those who aren’t smart enough to think that response are basically there. Oh! Wait! Cherry on the top! In order to come up with the pile of steaming shit of excuses, whining, and incompetence you just typed out, you also think that in order to do come up with that you need to be smart! Fuck me with a pogo stick; what special vat of retards to they produce you perfect morons in?
And thus nothing works. In conclusion, this is the exact attitude of the blackpiller. Which is what lead to this post.
And after all that, Pearce comes along to try and defend this poor excuse for a human being. And Pearce, I am sure, is a nice guy. Who thinks I have unfairly judged the guy who intentionally called himself REPLACED GUY. You know, as if my assessment of REPLACED GUY was off somehow. Which it isn’t. Because you see, having done clinical hypnosis for some 15 years, and, on average, being smarter than 9,999 people in any given room, I can tell quite a lot about a person from just a few words, a bit of writing or even just their facial expression without any words spoken. The only time my “radar” on this can be off (or rather, could, in the past) is when it came to an attractive, relatively intelligent woman I was interested in. I would ignore all the red flags (not that I didn’t see them, I just ignored them, intentionally, fully, and the reason for that, is a whole blog post on its own, and it relates to low, beauty and faith, but this is long enough already). I didn’t, for example, hazard a guess that REPLACED GUY probably lost his girlfriend to a swarthy skinned man. I didn’t have enough raw data to guess that with any degree of certainty, but it would not surprise me at all if that is in fact what happened.
You see, Pearce, in his innocent wish to aid both the REPLACED GUY and myself, assumed that I had rushed to judgement about REPLACED GUY. Maybe I just had not understood that REPLACED GUY was American, you see. And maybe I wasn’t aware of the corporate culture there (which they exported pretty much to everywhere, since). Pearce thought REPLACED GUY was surely a good guy and not a filthy oxygen thief with a thousand excuses and no spine.
I get it, sure. But you see Pearce, you’re wrong. It doesn’t matter what the company culture in America is. Or anywhere else. You know what matters, Pearce?
YOUR ATTITUDE.
And if you have a defeatist, idiotic, whiny, “I would be a great Pagan Viking, if only…” attitude, then you are indeed an oxygen thief.
You read a post about the intentional enstupidation of the masses and your first thought is to “correct” the author. NOT by engaging the topic at hand, or adding to the discussion, or pointing out a glaring error. No. Your first thought is to PRETEND there is some error, so you can really talk about your favourite topic: Why nothing is ever your own, stupid, lazy, cowardly fault, and it’s all just everyone else’s doing.
What is one to say to this?
Should I type out a long post like this EVERY FUCKING TIME I have to deal with one of the monkeys on this would-be Planet of the Apes Earth? Or should I just quietly let it all go by and say and do nothing? Well, you’re shit out of luck on that score, because I have never really been one to let much just “go by”. Especially vicious cowardice and hypocrisy. So, what is left, is either ignore the Pearces of life completely, which is generally the most expedient of the options, and over time you begin to simply ignore almost everyone. And if you blink, you might miss one of the other 1 in 10,000 people that you could, potentially at least, have an interesting conversation with. Or, occasionally engage with them as I am doing here now. As time and inclination permits. Usually mostly as a form of self-amusement as I explore whether the Pearce of the day has any redeeming or at least interesting aspects to himself.
Or, my generally go-to-response: Give a further, caustic reply. Those who get shocked or offended, or “hurt” by my unkind words will leave and never return, which is precisely my preferred option when dealing with idiots. Let them stay forever far from me in all aspects of life. And a few, will see the reasoning behind it and perhaps be amused, or at least understand.
It’s a great filter and has served me well, but that’s not to say it still doesn’t get occasionally somewhat tedious. You can only play monkey-games with monkeys for so long before you want to just take a shower, and relax with a good book, or a pretty woman, or even, weeding the garden, if you’re agriculturally inclined, which I am not.
But until the full-blown zombie apocalypse happens, I am having to be patient with my own favourite ideas for pass-times.
The illiterate “Operator”
Few activities generate as many cretins with “tough man” bullshit syndrome as:
On my piece on the Colt 1911 allow me to introduce you to the illiterate retard, Thomas Ramsey of Thomasramsey@gmail.com those of you who agree with him, feel free to write to him and join a mutual admiration society. Those who do not agree with him, you may be entertained by the Kurganing about to take place below his now immortalised comments.
Using the same kind of analysis we had on my post of the fed-commenter on the video about Bombard’s body language reading, we will now dissect this living specimens of Professor Cipolla’s undying truth about the human condition.
Thomas never learnt to read for comprehension. This is clear. Thomas is probably one of those people that can’t form abstract thoughts nor imagine what he would feel like if he had not had breakfast this morning. Google that sort of thing, you will find some fun facts about IQ and how people think. Especially if you look at 4 Chan sites.
Was it hard to understand what I wrote Thomas? Did it hurt your brain and make you drool extra or bite your tongue as you scrolled your finger painfully on the screen to keep your place?
First of all, let us some hard data that incontrovertibly makes it clear that the most important aspect of an actual gunfight is… drum roll… shot placement!
Which also, incidentally, shows that basically people who shoot 9mm DO in fact spray and pray, and as a result miss more than people who use a revolver in .44 magnum or .357 magnum, who get far more consistent results of one shot stops.
So, there is that. Secondly, Thomas there, Tommy, I’m gonna call you Tommy, since you have the brain of a small, excitable child, who thinks Hollywood is reality. Thomas also thinks that if you are capable of doing double taps with a pretty near-certainty of death for the assailants at the usual handgun ranges at which firefights happen, even if there were more than three assailants, the remaining ones would just stand about and carry on returning fire.
Especially since in 99.99% of cases, as I explained in the original post I would have got the drop on them, since I was “part of the scenery” and not in any way obviously with the client team. He also assumes that Hollywood shootouts in the style of Heat (the film) are how things work out in the real world. It’s not.
The reasoning I had was very simple. With my 6 shot revolver in .357 magnum, the most likely scenario would be the first shot would immediately drop one guy, then depending on number of people, the next four shots would likely drop two more at least, which left me one shot as I then looked for cover. Total time to shoot those five shots would be about 2 seconds at most, or there about, even if the targets were pretty spaced out. That’s enough to pretty much dominate the environment of a gunfight. Especially since the first guy dropping was pretty much guaranteed as I would have surprise.
But, all that aside, and going back to the original post, I thought it was fairly obvious even to lost tribes in the Amazon, that the point of the post was not that the 1851 Navy is THE “operator” weapon of choice, or that the Colt 1911 is, but merely that I liked them.
What part of this sentence hurt you and made you shied away from it in fear Thomas?
Coming from a family of hunters and familiar with pretty much all aspects of shooting, meant that in general I would subjugate my personal preferences to functionality.
Aside from the fact you obviously did not understand my role, the situation, the parameters, or the work I used to do, despite my detailing it quite clearly, you obviously also missed the fact that I specifically stated that my personal preference in a context where I expect actual trouble are irrelevant. Meaning quite clearly I would use whatever tool was deemed best for the job. People who read English at a basic level understood this. You did not. That tells us quite a bit bout you Thomas. And your inadequacies. And possibly your genetic make-up as far as IQ goes.
Thomas then goes on to show that once more, he did not understand at all, anything I wrote. The scenario of “high as a kite” was not ever really a factor. We worked for extremely wealthy individuals, the shadiest of whom had rivals of an equally wealthy, or close to it, lifestyle. The attempts we did have were from well-organised criminals with a plan, although, ultimately not as organised as we were when I was in the team, since the only time one of our clients got hit (no bodies, just common robbery of a lot of cash) was the one time I was not on the team and they went and did their own thing under-staffed. The other times, guess who warned everyone of an impending attack? Yup. Me. And frankly, a high-on-drugs thing was not really much of an occurrence anywhere in South Africa in the mid 1990s. If it had been, he would have simply got Swiss-cheesed by the combined firepower of everything from our team to most bystanders since the incidence of armed citizens stopping armed criminals in SA was one of the highest in the world.
But all that aside, yes a Central Nervous System hit under duress is precisely what I trained for. And yes, I have had occasion to react under high stress situations enough times to know that in such cases, my movement only becomes absolutely more accurate than even when I am NOT under stress. Nor can I put that down to training alone, although training helps. I just seem to have been wired that way from birth. And I really don’t care what you believe Thomas. Because you are a nobody, with no real world experience nor any inkling of my actual life or abilities or realities I lived through. You’re a plastic cut-out of a loudmouth idiot who is (as usual) blathering on about things he has zero practical experience or knowledge of, and tries to pass off his YouTube/Hollywood/James Patterson fiction as though it were real life experience. It isn’t Thomas. It’s just you bullshitting yourself first and foremost, and then trying to gaslight everyone around you too, into thinking you know something about anything. You don’t. You’re too stupid to read a few paragraphs and comprehend them, so what are the chances you actually know anything about real world gunfights?
And goys, goys, remember! Seals don’t go around carrying 1911s! Yeah man, because Thomas here is JUST like an OPERATOR MAN. Like in the war! That’s how he lives in the mean streets man!
And of course, Navy Seals DID use Colt 1911s up until 1986, when the US Military mostly switched to the 9mm Beretta.
Not that that is any kind of point. The reality is that at least until the Zombie Apocalypse, Thomas is about as likely to use, or need to use his firearm, as an Eskimo is to use a ballista. But you can bet your last doughnut that Thomas will tell you all about how the latest ballista is far superior to the one used by the Romans, because OPERATOR REASONS.
And his fluid pressure drop comment… Where do I begin? No Thomas. There are PLENTY of faster ways for a person to be incapacitated a lot faster than bleeding out. Massive trauma to pretty much any part of your body tends to shut down main systems. A broken neck or spine will immediately make you into a rag doll or at least a partial rag doll that falls to the ground. And again, the resulting shock from that is enough to get most people out of the fight long enough you can pepper them with more shots at will even if it was “just” their legs they can’t use anymore. A shot to the face, even one that doesn’t immediately kill you, from a .357 magnum with Cor-Bons or hydro-shock, which is what I carried, is also not going to let you just carry on firing away with abandon while retaining your composure. You’d be lucky to survive it, but you can bet you’d be thinking about God, your mommy and possibly emptying your bladder as you prayed while trying to keep your eyeball/teeth/brain, from leaking out your new and improved ear-hole. Assuming you’d even be conscious, of course.
Do you see how tiring these retards are?
They can’t read.
They can’t understand basic concepts.
They watch some tiktok video and think they now have the combined expertise on firearms of a seasoned special ops soldier, and a master gunsmith.
And then they open their stupid mouths and spread their idiocy into the world.
To what end? None. None that is useful or good anyway, because their only aim is to feel IMPORTANT. Precisely in direct proportion to their absolute worthlessness as a human being.
Which explains why they are so loud and insistent.
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By G | 14 October 2023 | Posted in Gammas, Social Commentary