National Small Man Complex – Romania

 


Wow, the surprising factoid about Putin’s capitulation to Islam had me hungry to learn more unexpected facts about my country of origin!

Unfortunately, Romanian edge-lord ‘Freedom Alternative’ failed to deliver.

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Our Glorious Truthseeker (In all seriousness I kinda like him. Reminds me of my goth friends from highschool.)

I’ve come away from round two of his ‘Russia is Not Great’ miniseries…even more convinced that Eastern European countries have a national small man complex when it comes to Russia.

This segment covered: “living in Russia.” And began with a fearsome haymaker of a claim stating something along the lines of “livin in Russia is much worse than living in EU countries, so significantly worse mind you, because PUTIN (da da dum!) that it is comporable to conditions in Africa!”

Well, holy shit I thought! Maybe communism wasn’t so bad seeing as the 21st century under Putin has us going from spacefaring world power to Uganda in just 20 years!

Russian Then | Russia Now

I then went on a veritable thrill ride through harrowing tales of Russian inborn and inextricable indigence, aids, and drunkenness that made me wonder how Russia could even manage to live up to Africa!

And then I did some googling fingers aquiver with grief at the ruin of my Fatherland…certain that the next google search would yield facts so devastating to one’s national pride that I’d have no choice but to drown myself in a tub of Vodka!

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Chto eto! Where is tub? You can note the national tendency to degeneracy in my stooping gait, three day stubble, and atrophied musculature. A vodka drowning would indeed be fitting for such a eugenic blight.

Alas, much to the chagrin of edgy gypsies the world over my imminent demise was not to be. Instead my face twisted in Tucker Carlsonian expressions of disbelief that in 2017 (just a year after this Romanian truth bomb dropped on the pwnd faces of Kremlin lovers everywhere) the GDP(ppp)/Capita(*) had Romania at 54th and Russia at 57th with only an 897 dollar difference.

You’d think that all that magical Germanic titmilk Merkel supplied to Romania would be more nourishing than 897 measely bucks advantage over a benighted Subsaharan Russkie.

Especially, since said Russkies are naughty and currently being sanctioned by big Massah Murica! One can only hope they calm down and return to the globalist plantation. Since surely based on the rapid rise of aids vodka that 897 dollars is sure to grow as exponentially as a bat flavored virus.

So, I dug further!

Surely, the future of Russia is dire!

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Note the decidedly Asiatic features of the Russian untermensch.

Fuck.

Looks like those pesky Ruskie bastards pickled themselves so silly that they must have gained enough of an aids immunity to bring the GDP(ppp)/capita difference to just 618 bucks with Romania 50th and Russia 53rd.

This did of course come from that Moscow entrenched, KGB run, Russophile, Commie bastion capitalism hating propaganda mill known as The World Bank so take it with a grain of salt.

But surely, this is a mere statistical fluke!

Reputable organizations must be making similarly dire predictions for the sprawling Borsch soaked Bears future.

Well, unfortunately all that I could find as a source was that damned Pravda subsidiary known as the IMF which has projected Romania trading places with Russia in 2020 with Russia in 50th place with 30,820 bucks/per capita and our intrepid hero Romania 53 with 29,555/per capita!

Surely these are communist lies.


Look..

In all seriousness I’m sure, in fact I know, that life in Russia is difficult, and that it has a lot to overcome. But, this video and the comments and mindset of the people that post under it and on similar channels is just polemic hubris.

It would be funny if it wasn’t so often used to stir fear and disdain in a complicated and precarious region by powerful business interests who don’t have much regard for the populations residing therein.


*Note: it is important to use GDP(ppp)/capita because: “Comparisons of national wealth are frequently made on the basis of nominal GDP and savings (not just income), which do not reflect differences in the cost of living in different countries (see List of countries by GDP (nominal) per capita); hence, using a PPP basis is arguably more useful when comparing generalized differences in living standards between nations because PPP takes into account the relative cost of living and the inflation rates of the countries, rather than using only exchange rates, which may distort the real differences in income. This is why GDP (PPP) per capita is often considered one of the indicators of a country’s standard of living,[3][4] although this can be problematic because GDP per capita is not a measure of personal income.”


Sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_GDP_(PPP)_per_capita

https://www.investopedia.com/updates/top-developing-countries/

https://www.worldometers.info/gdp/gdp-per-capita/


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Called It

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So, I’m currently holding the wee bit of left bollock that  hasn’t retreated up my abdomen with the rest of the kit. A feat courtesy of  hearing that my shift starts at 4:15 AM. As such I can’t bring you the regularly scheduled joy of disjointed rambles that would make a a schizophrenic shaman on a peyote bender seem like a card carrying Presbyterian freemason.  (Yes, I stole that last bit from Billy Connoly.)

Therefore I share with you my gleeful joy in confirming that FATTIES ARE MOST AFFECTED. If you’re a jolly person of size. No beef with you. If you have a glandular problem. I’ve no donut with you. If you just don’t give a fuck. I’ve no quarter pounder with you. Yes, this is the shittiest joke of all time. Welcome to history cunts.

No, the thing I have a problem with is moralizing fatasses wagging wingers (lol that was a typo but imagonnakeepit) at folk exercising because of a HEALTH CRISIS.

Darling….you are the health crisis:

https://www.unz.com/jthompson/critical-care-of-fatness/

I am of course being a self referential prick (as usual):

and NOW they care about health or Should Walruses Vote


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TFS 38 – Defending David Paulides


Ugh, can’t get a handle on Premiere Pro. Not only is it mono again…but the graphics look like shite. (Been using Kdenlive thus far. And will use both in future.)

Today I take on: ‘the skeptic’s perspective’ on David Paulides‘ investigations of mysterious disappearances in our National Parks.

David’s Stuff: https://www.canammissing.com/page/page/8396197.htm

‘Skeptic’s TM’ take: https://skepticalinquirer.org/2017/07/an-investigation-of-the-missing411-conspiracy/


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TFS 36 – Why I Cycle, NYT Teaches us to Edit, and Huuge UFOs

 


LOL. Recorded this yesterday. Shoulda made my shitty guitar jam background music quieter.

The title is essential the topic sequence. Yeeha.

I dunno if I’m gonna be able to make another today. So, this may be all I have to offer till tommorow.

Yardwork, plumbing woes, and more yardwork.


BIG MOFOING UFOS – https://mysteriousuniverse.org/2020/04/giant-sized-ufos-in-the-skies/


 

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and NOW they care about health or Should Walruses Vote


In my area, we’re still allowed outside so I went for a bike ride. Need it to help me fall asleep since I gotta get up at 4 am. Some fatty suburbanite hausfrau slapped her wrist at me and a tub of lard soccer dad in a minivan blared his horn. Moments later I saw folk walking up the street and people round my neighborhood were walking dogs, strolling, and watching kids play basketball.
Why is it the fat and obnoxious who are suddenly health obsessed?

Fat office drone drains on the economy should not be allowed to vote or drive. Imagine how much gas would be saved if these self-righteous monstrosities didn’t way down their two ten SUVS with the weight of a walrus.


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Rick Beato Tackles YouTube Stupidity

My Two Cents: you can’t own the mixolydian scale. you can’t own a persons understanding of music. you can’t own a person’s performance of music. by this logic cover bands, and musicians playing covers in bars, are criminals. i.e. every musician is a criminal who owes somebody money going all the way back to the caveman who smacked a coupla rocks together.


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Reaching for Content in the Spirit of Walt

 


I was actually really set to record some music that I thought would be decent. But then I got muscle spasms/cramps in my arms because I am a girly man and will never be governer of California. So instead I did a shitty guitar jam with my crampy arms and then had a go at Jack Bickham’s 38 Common Fiction Writing Mistakes.

Interestingly enough as I was clicking around my tabs this article showed up:

https://getpocket.com/explore/item/how-to-keep-criticism-from-sinking-your-confidence-walt-whitman-and-the-discipline-of-creative-self?utm_source=pocket-newtab

I haven’t read it yet but I’m fairly certain from the volumes in my ex-girlfriends house that Walt Whitman is the cunt who wrote Blades of Grass and punched his editors. I was going to invoke him as the sort of person who wouldn’t give a damn about 38 most common anythings. But temper it by saying O come on, you can’t just shit out whatever you want…

And then I shat out whatever I wanted.

So hail Bacchus and Hail Whitman.

Cheers!


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Preistcraft

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Drives away the cold. But not the stupid. 

I will never cease to be baffled by the pride that a good chunk of humanity seems to take in submitting to preistcraft. By preistcraft I do not necessarily mean religion.

In this broadened definition I include many ideologies and yes…among them I dare include that shibboleth called ‘science.’

Now, I am not a fan of comparing science to religion. This being due to the fact that science is not religion. But there is a sort of popular notion of science that may as well be religion.

It is both pro and prescriptive. It has a metaphysic. It has an ethic. There are within its dogmas not only cosmological claims but outright prophecies.

This is not the science of Spinoza or Feynman. That is to say it is not science. It is whimsy and hubris systematized. That is to say religion.

It has priests and teachers of the law.

I do not even so much here begrudge authoritarianism as I lament sloth. For its profound mental laziness that causes so many otherwise rational people to utter the demure prayer:

“I am not a scientist.”

Well…so bloody what?

Do you not have access to books? Or to get less medieval… to the sodding internet?

Ah but you require special training. These mysteries must of course be properly understood.

Yes, and did you not spend at least twelve years of your life in the school system?

Alright… I get it…that institution is deteriorated and generally rots the mind. Fine, all well and good. I too am cynical about the supposedly unalloyed good of mandatory public schooling.

However…even the most barefoot, twelve-toed, slug snacking Appalachian scion surely understands that the beauty of science is in its inherent democracy. Or if you prefer Libertarianism.

How is it that the experts to which you submit your reason came to their knowledge? Was it through sorcery? Did they approach a shewstone and therein decipher the mind of the most high God?

Or did they apply the fairly simple mechanisms of the scientific method to expand and expound upon the current body of knowledge?

You tell me that you cannot do the same?

Or are you in a roundabout way asserting that I cannot do so. That I must flagellate myself. That I should toss my critical faculties into the purifying flames of inquisition. That I should shroud my brain in the same Catholic darkness that gives you the jollies?

Suppose all those mea culpas ever bleeding from your rosary are valid. That we are both at sea before the vast incomprehensibility of the universe. That we require the confessional booth. That we must submit to a higher power.

Fine.

But I have a question…

WHICH?

To which higher power should I surrender? I suspect that your answer will depend entirely on your political persuasion.

If you do not know the things of which you are speaking of. If they are so arcane and require so many years of academic pilgrimage to fathom…then how…in all sodding Christendom do you know whether you agree.

Would it not be simpler to just vomit Druidic litanies?

Or at least more cough than humble bragging…

If you have ceased to be able to work with the facts and theories thus far achieved and must now entirely lean upon the insights of the clergy. How…HOW…pray tell is this science? The thing whose chief strength is mutability. A strength nourished by diligent scrutiny.

I guess there’s really not much use in railing against this madness. It seems to be more of a drive than a philosophical position.

I doubt I’ll ever understand it.

I guess I just don’t have that kinky submissive streak that plagues such a large chunk of humanity.


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