mircea_popescu: what "the world needs" is a criterion nao.

mircea_popescu: not like bfl's been dead for a year or anything.

mircea_popescu: me to believe it, with trusting simplicity, just as he had long ago accepted and believed that other common book-fraud about Indians and lost hunters making a fire by rubbing two dry sticks together."

mircea_popescu: "All agreed that a camp fire was what would come nearest to saving us, now, and so we set about building it. We could find no matches, and so we tried to make shift with the pistols. Not a man in the party had ever tried to do such a thing before, but not a man in the party doubted that it could be done, and without any trouble—because every man in the party had read about it in books many a time and had naturally co

mircea_popescu: Alrenous riddle me this : what exactly compels a president to honor "his handlers" ?

mircea_popescu: wonder how the system's not leaking a trillion a year.

mircea_popescu: ben_vulpes exactly. one is supposed to be using gpg instead of 2fa. not a matter of money. a matter of not bering the retarded son of a stupid mother.

mircea_popescu: more like "people on b-a fucking people on reddit. as always"

mircea_popescu: y back you into a corner and offer as a favor to you, not to him, to part with just a few feet in the "Golden Age," or the "Sarah Jane," or some other unknown stack of croppings, for money enough to get a "square meal" with, as the phrase went. And you were never to reveal that he had made you the offer at such a ruinous price, for it was only out of friendship for you that he was willing to make the sacrifice."

mircea_popescu: "I met men at every turn who owned from one thousand to thirty thousand "feet" in undeveloped silver mines, every single foot of which they believed would shortly be worth from fifty to a thousand dollars—and as often as any other way they were men who had not twenty-five dollars in the world. Every man you met had his new mine to boast of, and his "specimens" ready; and if the opportunity offered, he would infallibl

mircea_popescu: sounds like a good deal,that one huh.

mircea_popescu: "It was the strangest phase of life one can imagine. It was a beggars' revel. There was nothing doing in the district—no mining—no milling—no productive effort—no income—and not enough money in the entire camp to buy a corner lot in an eastern village, hardly; and yet a stranger would have supposed he was walking among bloated millionaires. Prospecting parties swarmed out of town with the first flush of dawn,

mircea_popescu: Columbiana," the "Branch Mint," the "Maria Jane," the "Universe," the "Root-Hog-or- Die," the "Samson and Delilah," the "Treasure Trove," the "Golconda," the "Sultana," the "Boomerang," the "Great Republic," the "Grand Mogul," and fifty other "mines" that had never been molested by a shovel or scratched with a pick. We had not less than thirty thousand "feet" apiece in the "richest mines on earth" as the frenzied cant

mircea_popescu: "Meantime the camp was filling up with people, and there was a constantly growing excitement about our Humboldt mines. We fell victims to the epidemic and strained every nerve to acquire more "feet." We prospected and took up new claims, put "notices" on them and gave them grandiloquent names. We traded some of our "feet" for "feet" in other people's claims. In a little while we owned largely in the "Gray Eagle," the "

mircea_popescu: does it come in a can ?

mircea_popescu: would be pretty cool that, "so how did you turn gay ?" "i had a woman, thought she was real, we hit a bank, she sold us out. no more for me."

mircea_popescu: cazalla yeah dude, totally, she does eight lines with you and your gangsta friends in a stolen truck mid bankrobbery

mircea_popescu: didn't you have a peet ball ?

mircea_popescu: this never happened to me before, go to a dentist he dun find something wrong ?!

mircea_popescu: so i go to dentist, where one of the girls goes (she's had a bunch of root canals and other work done out of 100 bux)

mircea_popescu: curious which country first has a populist candidate without much prospect that promises electorally he'll put a law in buy every citizen x bitcents off the public budget.

mircea_popescu: cazalla but that's you speaking, and you're a camper. the other perspective's, "no roof = we're camping".

mircea_popescu: not clear why you'd need a guy spend 7 years in medical school to do basically old woman advice work, but hey, what sacrifice ain't worth it to get to live "in town".

mircea_popescu: jurov yeah, back in romania i had a pedo friend (kiddie doctor = pediatru in romanian, so obviously that's the joke) who mostly did mental health

mircea_popescu: like a grand old wine cask. once the thin surface of stupid's breached, it flows.

mircea_popescu: jurov: idk, have it on your knees or such << there can be too much of a good thing. overhandled children develop something that looks quite like autism.

mircea_popescu: you know it's all whalegab. i've yet to see a driven woman have trouble.

mircea_popescu: cazalla there's actually a lot of demand for real/natural domme. which is part of what makes me chuckle at all the "oh, women are oppressed majority" talk.

mircea_popescu: (and amusingly enough, girls do a lot better at it than boys, for some reason).

mircea_popescu: cazalla while the actual domme is rare (most have a guy they sub to, publicly admitted or not) i dun imagine this is a very productive scamping model.

mircea_popescu: more people get shot on a daily basis than apply to fucking stanford. who does slow motion videos of his application process ?

mircea_popescu: anyway, site's mostly a lulzpile, not really usable for its intended purpose.