True Story of the Day

[promethean75]

https://kaotic.com/video/38609e4e_20251201103053_t

Yes! This is what we need. Sexy young beasts making first contact and not waiting for bros to fiddle around and tryda start a stupid superficial conversation. This girl is a revolutionary leader.

[Phil8659]

f****** microwave ovens.

[promethean75]

Because Truman was an old haberdashing jackson county redneck WW1 vet with an average IQ. That's why he made fun of and picked at Oppenheimer calling him a 'whiner' when he expressed feelings of guilt and remorse for fat man and little boy. Truman was too much of a dumb garden hoe to grasp the full gravity of what just happened in japan. No deep brooding existential despair that the brilliant intellectuals and poets feel when they are directly or indirectly involved in the murder of two hundred thousand people.

For Truman, it was easy: prevent more of our boys from having to die by blasting two japanese cities into oblivion. No more questions asked. Get her done, Groves.

[promethean75]

In three gazillion years, if the only thing that would have been consistent throughout the entire period of the species man's existence is the frequency of the occurrence of certain kinds of sensations and emotions, then that would seem to be the purpose of the whole affair of existence.

The irony is that precisely because you ARE a unique event in the history of the universe are you not to be considered or thought of at all when appraising the whole value of existence as an experience-producing reality.

What matters is not you, but whether or not matter got to experience joy, exhilaration, surprise, conquest, satisfaction, etc., through you while you were alive.

Think about it. At the end of time the only thing that will be true will be the taste of chocolate mint ice cream and the excitement at getting a new car. That qualia is the only thing that is real. Everything else, all the names, all the year book pictures, all the unique stories of your life... it all means nothing. You don't even exist. You're just a vessel for the possibility of exhilarating experience. That's all the universe is doin.

[Phil8659]

In three gazillion years, if the only thing that would have been consistent throughout the entire period of the species man's existence is the frequency of the occurrence of certain kinds of sensations and emotions, then that would seem to be the purpose of the whole affair of existence.

The irony is that precisely because you ARE a unique event in the history of the universe are you not to be considered or thought of at all when appraising the whole value of existence as an experience-producing reality.

What matters is not you, but whether or not matter got to experience joy, exhilaration, surprise, conquest, satisfaction, etc., through you while you were alive.

Think about it. At the end of time the only thing that will be true will be the taste of chocolate mint ice cream and the excitement at getting a new car. That qualia is the only thing that is real. Everything else, all the names, all the year book pictures, all the unique stories of your life... it all means nothing. You don't even exist. You're just a vessel for the possibility of exhilarating experience. That's all the universe is doin.

Wow! that really makes sense. Our purpose as the most powerful life support system possible, is to validate a moron's dribbling.! Wow, go for it. The end of time! That is right up there with the end of infinity. And who said that stupidity is not the most virulent STD there is?

Oh please! Let them remember me till the end of time! I'm worth it!, sounds like a bitch spending all the house money on shoes.

[accelafine]

In three gazillion years, if the only thing that would have been consistent throughout the entire period of the species man's existence is the frequency of the occurrence of certain kinds of sensations and emotions, then that would seem to be the purpose of the whole affair of existence.

The irony is that precisely because you ARE a unique event in the history of the universe are you not to be considered or thought of at all when appraising the whole value of existence as an experience-producing reality.

What matters is not you, but whether or not matter got to experience joy, exhilaration, surprise, conquest, satisfaction, etc., through you while you were alive.

Think about it. At the end of time the only thing that will be true will be the taste of chocolate mint ice cream and the excitement at getting a new car. That qualia is the only thing that is real. Everything else, all the names, all the year book pictures, all the unique stories of your life... it all means nothing. You don't even exist. You're just a vessel for the possibility of exhilarating experience. That's all the universe is doin.

That would seem to be the case. But why does the universe want to feel horrible emotions, even unbearable ones that cause people to end their 'matter existence'? What would be the point?

[Phil8659]

that should be material difference.

[promethean75]

Check out this drumless click track jam. I'm tryna get my double-kicks up. Found this track yesterday.

(lol at the false start @ 0:46)

https://youtube.com/shorts/9bv0EnYIqkM? ... fybV8rd8V_

[promethean75]

So after spending $5000 on a trans rebuild and front hub 4x4 actuators (two different shops) one of the mechanics broke the engine mounts. Can't prove which and have no legal recourse. Upon driving the truck, the engine torqued forward and, in doing so, jammed the starter up (the whole drive train gets jammed). The truck presently sits with no tags and has for almost two months as i attempt to pay off the $5000 credit card debt... able to accept only jobs i can do in a car. In the last months, i have passed up thousands of dollars of work for not being able to haul material, ladders, debris, etc. Irony: i would be almost paid up on the card now if my truck were operable.

I then attempt to put my Escalade back on the road because my Acura has blown head gaskets (that's what we ex-cons do when we get out of our second prison run; buy a bunch of used cars because we can't afford a house). I get ten day tags, insurance, and a new radiator and thermostat put in. Results:

1. Used wrong radiator fluid.
2. Radiator fan runs incessantly (possibly stuck thermostat, wiring issue, etc).
3. Broke the brackets holding the brush guard in place under the front bumper. Hurried underpaid mechanics like to break shit they think you won't see because capitalism is a dream come true.

Upon reproach, the mechanic attempts to convince me that the fan is supposed to run incessantly and that he's sure the new underpaid, inexperienced autozone kid sent him the right radiator fluid because capitalism organizes the market most effectively.

Finally, i decide that i mustn't return to the radiator mechanic for fear of him making things worse... and this after he offers to install a new thermostat and fluid if i buy it for $40 labor. If I'd not have asked what about the fluid and thermostat he (allegedly) bought... do i get my money back for them... would he have gladly accepted the additional $40 to... write this down: fix what he fucked up.

So, i will drive as if nothing is wrong and hope the radiator fan doesn't quit on me now that it's constantly running. Cadillac quoted a new fan install at around $800 (if i end up needing one).

And it is here that our story begins.

Returning to the shop the following day. The capitalist's dynamics, phase two: deceive the customer after failing to do the job properly to avoid responsibility.

Seeking the counsel of Cadillac's Wisemen for guidance... or 'fact checking' the deceptive capitalist.
https://voca.ro/11n1zNua4Z3S

The Final Confrontation.
https://voca.ro/1lyXlEpDk59G

Observe how afraid to take it back to em i became. What you are witnessing is a "oh f*** no can't do it now" event. This is when after even suggesting that the mechanic may be angry now and ready to cut corners is enough to offend him such that he is now most certainly ready to cut corners because you're saying he's someone who would cut corners and this has offended em.

I've decided to just drive a bicycle. I have a decent Trek I'm gonna take to the shop so the mechanic can f*** something up on it for me as i try to get it road ready. Cool thing about bikes is you don't have to pay an insurance company money because it's logically possible that you cause a wreck but if you don't you just gave all your money to a loan skark and will get none of it back. Wreck or not, you gotta pay the loan sharks. Well not on a fuckin' bicycle you don't.

Writer's note. Do not be deceived by the lightened tone of my writing. I keep an authors enthusiasm for the readers and enjoy writing even though I am only one page short of becoming a missionary-thrill type serial killer. The gravity of my writing is so much so that it almost can't be presented as anything other than the hyperbolic indulgence of the absurd. Not even Socrates could make it through such an apology without becoming a madman.

[promethean75]

Edit: first audio clip was clipped wrong. Come back in a minute.

Scratch the first clip. Free audio clipper's becoming too complicated trying to pinch zoom the fuckin clip point so f*** it.

[promethean75]

Basically, the return the following day... which was today... went like this:

The radiator fan won't stop, and you may have put the wrong fluid in the radiator.

No. The fan in these GMs are supposed to something something electrical signal temp trigger vacuum mechanical three speeds something something always run.

No. That can't be right. The Escalade would not be designed to kick the radiator fan on if the vehicle is at operating temperature for a couple of reasons. One, you're pulling amps from the alternator to run it, and you've got a costly mechanical part that will have to be replaced too soon.

No. It's always ran... you just didn't notice something something designed to run all the time at one of three speeds something something the signal temp trigger circuit something vacuum computer something something.

Okay. I'll check with Cadillac to confirm this.

Originally, he tried to argue that if the fan isn't always supposed to run, but now is, it's because something happened by no cause of his own and right as he replaced the radiator. Totally coincidental and not causally related. Of course, this is possible, but highly unlikely. Still, to try and play that card... the same card the trans guy played (naw the motor mounts just happened to break after you drove the truck away from the shop). Can you believe people today still try to play that card. Suddenly, they become rigid logicians and demand absolute empirical proof, or it didn't happen. Five minutes before they got busted, they'd have said "damn that IS a very strange coincidence. I'm gonna go ahead and safely say the guy fucked something up."

Next I'm trying to find the autozone that delivered the green radiator fluid to the mechanic. Autozone guy says clerks are trained to look up the proper fluid but some of the knuckleheads will just grab the wrong green stuff... not the right universal green stuff that is an alternative to the recommended dex-cool orange stuff. Alas, the manager recalls no clerks being asked by a garage for fluid for an Escalade. I may therefore be running liquid engine block death in my ride right now.

[promethean75]

I passed up a 2-3 day job for $1,600 because it's too bloody hot, and I do not work in 103 temperatures. This presents a problem for both the capitalists and the State. If at the same time the State makes it unecessarily difficult for me to legally move AND the capitalists are baking the erf such that the environment becomes too hostile to work in, i will justify alternative means for making money rather than accept a career change and work as a third shift stocker in an air-conditioned Food Lion.

What if, in addition, the capitalists and the State make my financial difficulties worse than they should be because of 'foul play' on their part as I'm struggling to work in unbearable conditions and circumstances they've produced?

Has an illegalist's refusal to work ever been more justified? Perhaps the problem with the Right is that they didn't work it out on paper first. If they had, they would have discovered me, and in being unable to defeat or condemn me, their thesis would have collapsed.

"No, let's not do it like that. If you do it like that, a Prom will be produced. You put a normal middle-working class joe who's a little brighter than the rest through a world of shit and he'll become a fuckin' Spartacus. Happens every time."

Why are there so few anarchists? Like anything of real value, there is always only very little of it, no?

[promethean75]

Well, after some in-depth research, I'd like to recant my dislike of Ridgeway and place him back in the ranks. And not because he's got the numbers. That alone doesn't make you the GOAT. There's much more to it.

Anyway I originally dismissed him as a retard, which he almost is, but hadn't known a lot of details about his evolution. I see now the things that would have had a tremendous effect on a half-retarded kid like Gary.

But check out my comment (the latest) on this interview and tell me you don't agree with me. It's all wrong. The approach is wrong. You don't dialogue with this guy like you would with a seven year old precisely because he is like a seven year old. You don't 'baby' a guy like that because he babies-up when you do and starts feeling uncomfortable and stuttering and all that

https://youtu.be/iSWBbnnlImY?is=WfIUi08GGQT2fcZa

I'm so sick 'n tired of all these fuckin SK-docu doctors and criminologists i almost wanna start a channel just to lambaste them all.

Three tips for sexy mom's with retarded boys:

1. Don't prance around the house and swimming pool like you're a fuckin runway model in front of your retarded sexually curious pubescent son. Put some fuckin clothes on.

2. Don't pressure your retarded son to do better in school and threaten to put him in a retard school.

3. Don't touch the genital region of your retarded sexually confused pubescent son when after he wets the bed you wash him in the tub.

[promethean75]

@ 17:45. Wtf dude. He just got done admitting the sexual fantasy with mom to the psycho woman. Having not moved a muscle or even blinked for fifteen minutes, the psycho woman now engaged in secret after-work sex party fantasies of her own, tells Gary in the same tone the chief of staff would tell a rogue soldier over the phone how the fate of democracy depends on getting that file back, that she needs to know the details of this sexual fantasy with mom.

Now, here's the thing. She's neither running a sexual paraphilia assessment nor is there anything gained by her or her audience from learning graphic details of Gary's sexual fantasies.

What you see is pure role playing. She's playing the role of the inquisitive, engaging, and compassionate therapist that always ends up being overdone (as she's doing so well). The fake, clinical coyness and feigned interest of an amateur who's trying to remember what her course books instruct her to do when interviewing psychopaths so she sounds professional during her big interview with Gary . The banality of it is almost insufferable.

Imagine overplaying a fake therapist role so badly that even a retard stares at you in disbelief not knowing what to say. I already answered that question like three times, lady.

[promethean75]

You don't see this shit like we psychos do. One, because your have the zombie virus so the other zombies are invisible to you and two, we have extrasensory perception that allows us to see into the ultimate nature of things. The best judge of character and worldly affairs is a sociopath with an IQ over a hunerd (which only means he will have to intellect to explain to you why and how your world is so fucked up). The advantage sociopathic wisdom has over quantum physics is you don't have to be incredibly smart to understand it. In Gary's case, a chicken comes home to roost: a hypersexualized capitalist society driving women to prostitution and married house wives into g-strings... all the while what you're reading in the bible tells you your own home town as a veritable Sodom and Gomorrah.

A serial killer is what happens when a person becomes immune to the zombie virus that has everyone else, basically. Imagine how much worser the world would be if you all weren't infected. It'd be crazy. There would be truth everywhere. It'd be like the matrix. The whole fake world of god and capitalism and morality and I'm a great person yada yada yada would cease to exist and you'd be standing there naked, horrible and true.