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mircea_popescu: lobbes_field, what's the idea here anyway, like a sort of "script html in cl" ?
mircea_popescu: heck, most things that consist of someone doing something don't. it's like old style dad wallet pics of the kid : "here's my kid doing this, here's my kid doign that..."
mircea_popescu: whaack, you know, for the record, "here's this vz chick i picked up" does not count as noise on this channel.
mircea_popescu: BingoBoingo, fwis, vz emmigration mostly the same young and distrophic male the arabs export also.
mircea_popescu: he went to tamarindo, picked up a buncha german gals for 18 months, inexplicably his spanish has not improved !!!
mircea_popescu: lmao. you're supposed to pick upo the local dwarves, how the ruck else are you going to learn spanish
mircea_popescu: we could've visited the
http://trilema.com/2017/friday-night-or-las-moiras-revisited/ together or some shit. i mean, i guess yes there was that one line in the log, but for reasons i now don't recall didn't make any impression at the time. nor is a single solitary throwaway line like that gonna make that much impression -- you wanna get anywhere you gotta mocky it!
mircea_popescu: but more's the point : and your hedonism actually kept you away from internets for the interval ?!
mircea_popescu: well, if he doesnt speak spanish, he's conceivably dependent on english-language literature, which is very derpy and tends to present "dangers" and other
be carefuls.
mircea_popescu: well, if it supported you for a year and a half could've been that terrible huh!
mircea_popescu: there's a fundamental problem with going into business when you don't mean business : you end up like linus.
mircea_popescu: with this style of open book examination, obama even passed for legal mind.
mircea_popescu: and only for as long as the "illusion" consits of self-published chatlogs and other such typographics, and nobody asks any pointed questions.
mircea_popescu: there's also not that many pregnancies occuring on deserted islands. similar reasons.
mircea_popescu: it is roughly speaking impossible for things to be done by people who don't particularly want to do anything.
mircea_popescu: "but what is the point of a national literature ?! for one thing, then you have to read it!"
mircea_popescu: you know, that's an interesting application for cheap electronics : include counter.
mircea_popescu: waiting patiently in buzzing silence for the divine eye to finally recognze in them the princes[es] they always suspected they were.
mircea_popescu: not like the logs are going anywhere. by now, there's like one microscopic grouplet like that per quarter, if not month. hundreds.
mircea_popescu: "your stomach's there, what's a mind needed for", approx.
mircea_popescu: "but mp... it's not so much i want kids as in the bioproduct... i want to RAISE kids...." "wel then wtf are you making new ones for, plenty of already made needing
your cuckservices. go teach highschool."
mircea_popescu: otherwise -- if you're poor nobody asked you anything and if you're rich and you want kids, the plough's in your pants and the field's over there, get crackin'.
mircea_popescu: constructing a circus for his wife's minotaur eminently served that purpose OF HIS.
mircea_popescu: right ? so no, dood who "wants to feel like a good person" ends up doing the weirdo monogamous bs etcetera. which is what the original dood did also -- he didn't want the kid, he just wanted for he, himself, to feel like "a good person"
mircea_popescu: that's the whole fucking story there, he's trying to manipulate my divine perception, so he can rest easy. there's no composed wants like that in nature otherwise.
mircea_popescu: one can not want such a thing as "red wine in a unicorn shaped glass". that's not properly speaking a want, that's just pretense. dood properly speaking wants to be seen by me (god, whatever, same difference), AS HE SEES HIMSELF.
mircea_popescu: one can want such a thing as wine, or red wine, or bordeaux, or even bordeaux from 1957
mircea_popescu: hence the earlier comments. "oh but mp, i don't want to procreate just like that... i want a small count of kids from this one specific woman to raise together bla bla bla" is strict nonsense.
mircea_popescu: well, rather, smart money does the quotients. "what's the relation between the quotient of the bets on the swift and the fashgionable respectively, and then on their relative swiftnesses ?"
mircea_popescu: not that i'm even against the effort. if memory serves we ended up with lego out of a very similar preoccupation with turning pig's ears into silk purses. so whatever, i'm sure the ruins of us academia will provide very advanced an' amusing playgrounds for the non-retarded.
mircea_popescu: none of this wishy-washy bs. pick and the path follows.
mircea_popescu: no, was us. and wtf, "taste". you wanna procreate or you wanna copulate ? if the former, forget "taste", do your duty eh. if the latter, wtf are you making kids for,
mircea_popescu: the reproductively-minded wealthy male has no sane answer to "why not just go to ghetto, get young cunts by the dozen and do the work well"
mircea_popescu: because, obviously, "what do you want me to do, hang them ?" "yes" "but that does nothing to help them" "precisely".
mircea_popescu: asciilifeform, it's what you get out of "all's nurture" pantsuitism.
mircea_popescu: ustardian optimism, instead of hanging the retards they construct them terrariums, where 20somethings can play at being nine, and perhaps before the decade's out progress to being 10 yo.
mircea_popescu: "o yeah ? and how long's this scandalous idiocy ongoing ?" "about four years" "this suggests nothing to you ?" "we're just not fallen on the exact right exercise regimen"
mircea_popescu: "what the fuck is wrong with you ?" "what! when my father had a stroke, patience and working out every day the diminished capacities remaining saw him cured within the year"
mircea_popescu: instead of hanging the abomination, dood constructed elaborate retardarium, where retard's diminutive capacities could be supported and entertained.
mircea_popescu: i once knew a rich man. he, like so many, had head well infested with goange, for some reason idiotic notion of monogamy, etcetera. predictably ended up with single wife, but "proper", "classy"
whatever nonsense (as opposed to much more adequate
whore) and predictably her only product was al
mircea_popescu: if at least they picked carpentry or something, they'd run out of fingetrs.
mircea_popescu: the net is too busy with amateurish excursions in phonetics navelgrazing, on the strong basis of how shit sounds to randos and a complete ignorance of phonetic notation.
mircea_popescu: what the fuck is this supposed to even mean, "economy depends on public sector"
mircea_popescu: "Now that the country's traditional extractive and heavy industries have gone or are in decline, Wales' economy depends on the public sector, light and service industries and tourism. "
mircea_popescu: (me knows this specifically, has seen the frog in question with own eyes, grown etc)
mircea_popescu: asciilifeform, that's because not finds ants it needs for poison. if you feed it ants in terrarium, poisonous.
mircea_popescu: very similar process with opium, as well. burma had cvasi-monopoly in classival world. why ? certainly not because sent agents to kill anyone at unknown distances.
mircea_popescu: the objection is sound on the face, but nevertheless for some unknown to me reason it seems not to prevail.
mircea_popescu: im no great expert in the matter, but apparently there is such a thing.
mircea_popescu: "Linia dintre noi a fost trasa de strada. Tu stai pe-a ta, eu stau pe-a mea.. ramine-asa."
mircea_popescu: russian, chinese, qatari, in the end there's no such thing as nationality. burta ai, minte ce-ti mai trebuie.
☟︎ mircea_popescu: perpetually and predictably the exact same "well, so far incan empire's feeding me slop, so ima sit on ass and be skeptical about things". hence all the references to that wunderbar story of prikoke