actually i agreed with most of what scooter posted i just stated facepalming when i read this
and then i couldnt stop, scooter is australian and the australians are one of the most racist peoples on the planet
people in brass houses shouldnt throw bones
I am not Australian. I don't credit Westphalia illusions of sovereignty. I hold citizenship of two illusions for reasons of convenience because if you land at Immigration without a passport, an indignant soapbox rant about the evils of the Holy Roman Empire, vassals, sociopathic murderous warlords, and illusions of sovereignty really won't cut the mustard.
I belong to the human race. And I am not racist; that would be like hating myself.
I am not Australian. I don't credit Westphalia illusions of sovereignty. I hold citizenship of two illusions for reasons of convenience because if you land at Immigration without a passport, an indignant soapbox rant about the evils of the Holy Roman Empire, vassals, sociopathic murderous warlords, and illusions of sovereignty really won't cut the mustard.
I belong to the human race. And I am not racist; that would be like hating myself.
I've actually heard the opposite about Australians from friends who've been and now live there. "It's like America back in the 50's, people still leave their screen doors unlocked at night, no one bothers anyone, low crime and friendly people. It's not the aussies it's the nozzies you have to watch out for, and i do mean WATCH out for."
I take it nozzies are new zealanders, but whatever, right now I am amused because I just realized I actually have working stereotypes of people from just about every country on earth in my head and yet I've never so much as been to CANADA let alone anyplace else.
I felt foolish, and then I realized most people are guilty of doing the same thing, more or less, so I don't feel as bad.
I fired my maids today. That's the plural of maid. Because I had two (2) maids.
And my place looks like this:
I'm not a horrifying slob. I'm rather neat, really; because I don't really fucking do anything.
The first picture is the result of my FURY because - as I may or may not have mentioned - I had two maids who worked for me. Well one maid, and one personal assistant who couldn't fucking assist you with anything because ALL she does is fucking LIE. About everything.
Because she's my personal assistant, who knows better than I do what things are important and what things she can just ignore. I will tell her, "Take my passport down to the Immigration office and pay the 'fine' so that I don't have to fly out."
The fine is a bribe for the stamp, if you were wondering.
She says "Yes."
No problem.
Little problem. I mean, it's genuinely very little because these are little people and the law is for them, not for me. Which means, even though I was an illegally in the country for two weeks without realising it, if I somehow got into 'trouble' I could just pay them for the misunderstanding.
I could rape and murder a child, and his or her bloodied body could be lying in my bathroom; and you would throw up at how little I would have pay for that - misunderstanding - to go away. They're not shrewd, these filthy vermin. They're Catholics. And they are Toddlers. Who KNOW everything.
Almost everyone is corrupt, because there is no MONEY in ethics and there is no MONEY is Sanity. There is, of course; but they don't realise that because it's all ME ME ME, endlessly. They cannot COMPREHEND anything outside their bubble universe, which has a one metre radius. You cannot explain Sanity to them, because they're not listening. All they are thinking about is how they can steal more pesos from you. Because you're a mark, in their minds. They're so shrewd.
And the result is, I can murder and rape children. Or 'grownup' children. You know, if I wanted to do that; and if I was a Catholic Toddler, maybe I would. But it's not really in my best interests, is it? Killing and raping, I mean?
I mean, how could killing and raping be fun?
If you found it fun, you should move to the Philippines. Then again, if you found it fun you probably wouldn't be able to pay for the - misunderstandings - to go away, so don't blame me if you came here broke, killed a child and went to prison because you couldn't afford to pay the bribe or did something stupid which precluded the chance for the 18 corrupt levels who all want to give you a chance, giving you 18 chances to make the - misunderstanding - go away.
I've been meaning to write about the MORONIC disclaimers of this world because I've been forced to read them non-stop for 14 months of computer 'problems'. You could not have enough money to do what I'm doing, and fix your computer problems. Millions wouldn't cut the mustard, because the mustard is being cut by people who have trillions. Or at a level below them, where they ONLY have billions. And so on.
What the fuck is with these demented disclaimers on free software. I know what is fuck they're on about, because Catholic Toddlers are ENTITLED to everything.
Why would someone WANT to be giving them something for free?
#questionsneveraskedbyCatholicToddlers
So when the free software fucks up shit; because it's either corrupted or because the morons using it are too stupid to be ALIVE - Toddlers lose their fucking minds.
"OH MY GOD THIS FUCKED UP SOFTWARE DESTROYED ALL MY LIFE'S VALUABLE PICTURES AND DATA. YOU CUNT CODER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. I WAS USING YOUR PROGRAM TO REFORMAT MY HARD DRIVE BECAUSE MY COMPUTER WAS SLOW AND NOW ALL MY VALUABLE PICTURES ARE GONE."
"Did you backup your - valuable - data before reformatting?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHERE WAS THAT IN THE INSTRUCTIONS?"
I'm just joking, of course. That horrifying WARNING is in ALL of the instructions. Because this is a demented Catholic world of IMBECILES.
Just like my PA and just like my maid. Neither of whom came to work for awhile because - and this is where there is VALUE for you in this story - they're a lot like you, only more...Catholic. And a bit more...shrewd.
I know exactly why they stopped coming to work. They were testing me. They were testing the limits of what they were - allowed - to do. They stopped coming, because I'm not going to fucking babysit them through their lives. I'm not going to yell at them or scold them or get ANGRY at them. I just don't care.
When they're not EMPLOYABLE, I fire them. Actually, that's not entirely true. I give them chances. I only fired them today because they're incapable of being sane and acting in their own best interests. They're LITERALLY too stupid to be alive.
They might die. But I wouldn't lose a fucking second of sleep, because they're too stupid to be alive. They're not really going to die. They both have lots of kids. That's not the reason they don't come to work and stopped doing their jobs when they did come to work. Don't be a fool, they don't have children for that reason. They have children because they're shrewd. I haven't placed their daughters in child prostitution, they did.
It's what their daughters are GOOD for. To help out the family, when times are tough.
Times are always tough because they're too stupid to be alive. They think they're being shrewd by not doing their jobs. They CAN do their jobs. I probably should have clarified that. They DID their jobs for a week or two, close to competently. Then they - gradually - stopped doing their jobs when they came to work. Then they - gradually - stopped coming to work.
They only came to work today because it's payday.
I can't keep paying them for their shrewd, can I? Their shrewd TODDLER dementia doesn't empty my bins.
Or it does, when the bins don't need to be emptied. I tested this, because my maid started walking past MESS just to empty the bin. I heard her coming, I wrapped the bag up, and replaced it with a fresh liner. My maid WALKED past the mess she'd walked past for a few days, and replaced the empty liner with a fresh liner.
You might say they've SLACKED off? And you'd be right. I understand the logic perfectly, because I live in a world with 7 billion Catholic Toddlers, who think demented shit like:
MAKE A GOOD FIRST IMPRESSION.
PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD.
CUT CORNERS.
WHY WOULD I DO SOMETHING I DON'T HAVE TO DO?
Because it's in your best interests?
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Because no one is going to give a fuck about your excuses?
?
Because no one is going to pay you for poor performance. You'll just get retrenched. Fired. Dismissed. As soon as someone who is paying you gets sick of your FAILURE to provide VALUE.
And then the Catholic Toddlers of the world, get hurt. Bitter. Angry.
"This damn economy. This fucking administration."
They've lost their job. They're hungry. They've lost their dignity. They're in pain. They take it out on their children, because they worked so hard for so long.
And they didn't even get a "Thank you."
Why? Why the fuck would a child - thank - their parents for NOT doing their job? A parent's job is to make their children INDEPENDENT.
Catholic Toddlers make their children DEPENDENT. And then they prostitute them, when there is no more food. But what do you expect from imbeciles who smear paint on their faces, every day of their lives?
They're trying to PUT THEIR BEST FOOT FORWARD. But what the fuck is wrong with their - HIDDEN - feet?
I'll tell you what is wrong. I'll show you.
That's their hidden feet.
I'm not as important as their APPEARANCE. They'll put on makeup every day. But putting your BEST FOOT FORWARD all the time is HARD. Exhausting. Too much effort.
Keep putting your best foot forward. Keep making good first impressions. Keep cutting corners. Keep prioritising your Insanity over your children. Keep obsessing about public perceptions. Keep doing all your filthy Catholic shit, but know this.
NO ONE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU DO YOUR CREEPY FUCKING SHIT.
Why would they care about someone who is obsessed with deceiving them? Taking 'advantage' of them? Lying to them non-stop? Failing to disclose pertinent information? Pretending to know things they don't know? Covering the world of sanity in their creepy filthy Catholic exploitation?
Why would anyone give a fuck about someone who continually shoots themselves in the foot. They'll just fire you. You're not going to be carried when you're a DEAD weight. You're not shrewd. You know very little, when you imagine you know a great deal. No one knows a great deal.
And most of you, don't even know how to be sane. You think it's in your best interests to be lazy, to cut corners, to do shitty work. But my maids didn't work for me, they were working for themselves.
They seemed confused about that. Don't be confused. I know how many of you are stupid about your own best interests, JUST. LIKE. THAT.
This is one of the DUMBEST things that has ever been said. In history.
It's the MORONIC lie sold by Tourism Thailand to MORONIC sex tourists. Thailand is ludicrously elitist. They're racist, like the French. It's why they get exploited by nationalists. Whores from Isaan who work in Bangkok and Pattaya's child sex industry EVENTUALLY start preferring white money because Thais are very shrewd and they do not treat their whores as people. They treat them as, well rofl...whores.
The ONLY girls in Thailand who prefer white guys to Thai guys are WASHED-UP whores. You're a moron if you cannot understand why. But you're talking about 5-10% of the Thai girl population. And it's a % that is on the wrong side of 'preferable'.
You would have to be a worthless Catholic Shell Toddler to not 'get' the Obvious. If you think fun = sex, you wouldn't get it. And you would be a tragic, pathetic, hilarious JOKE as you whined on ThaiVisa about "treating a girl right" only to be 'betrayed' as she kept a string of Thai boyfriends on the side.
I'm not even going to spell it out for morons because it's degrading. If you cannot immediately understand what I'm saying, then you're a Catholic Toddler who doesn't understand the first fucking thing about FUN.
But the reason I love Thailand is because the girls don't give me the time of day. Why would they? Thai girls are just like girls anywhere. They don't want money. They want fun. What do I know about Thai popular culture and I can be hilarious but it's very hard to be hilarious and witty in another language - I don't care how fluent you THINK you are; 99% of imbeciles who speak English as their first language aren't capable of being hilarious in English because they're not fluent.
If you're a moron (and you are) and you don't 'get' it (which you won't), you should prove me wrong rofl. Don't go into a brothel or a girl bar, or a club where freelancers work. Go to Demo or Wip or one of the Thai super clubs on Ratchadapisek Rd. You probably wouldn't even get in. I get in, obviously; because I'm dashing but even then probably only because I'm with Thai girls. And once inside?
rofl once they work out I don't speak Thai, no one gives me the time of day. I love it. It's why I live in Thailand. I live to impress. Place some hoops in front of me and I'll bark in delight and hurtle myself through them and come out the other side wagging my tail demanding more challenging hoops.
Or I'll destroy myself in flames.
Guess which one is more likely, in Thailand?
I actually just re-read this, and it's so bad- look buddy, you don't live in thailand because no one gives you the time of day, you do it because you are LAZY. You, child genius, repeat after me:
"HI MY NAME IS JONNY VINCENT, I'M A LAZY SON OF A BITCH. I LIVE IN A THIRD WORLD SHITHOLE BECAUSE IT'S VERY CHEAP AND I DON'T HAVE TO ACTUALLY WORK TO SURVIVE- BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING LAZY SON OF A BITCH. I'M SO LAZY, I CAN'T EVEN HACK LIVING IN A COUNTRY WHERE WOMEN HAVE TO BE FOUGHT OVER, WHERE I MIGHT FACE A LITTLE MALE COMPETITION- EVERYONE HERE IS DIRT POOR! JUST PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT FOR A LAZY WELL OFF SON OF A BITCH-LIKE MEEEEE!!!"
Come to the states either coast would be fine and prove yourself child, it's much fucking tougher than you think to make it out here, and girls won't give you the time of day because theY literally have their pick of child geniuses who are doctors or own businesses and make 7 figures AND CAN LAUGH! AND JOKE AROUND! YOU DO REMEMBER THAT SOUND, DON'T YOU JOHNNY BOY? LAUGHTER??? IT'S WHAT PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY AREN'T BEING SUPER SERIOUS 29 HOURS A DAY HIGH ON METH WITH CHILD PROSTITUTES BEING HELD CAPTIVE IN THEIR APARTMENTS! WE, THE REST OF THE HUMAN RACE, ACTUALLY FUCKING
In fairness old JV is a good deal more than 'quite' dashing.
I've had straight up right here right now offers from better looking guys at the gym Pike, just saying. Come to california SkyNegro, we can have a blast. You talk of a boring life, it's because you live one UNCHALLENGED, that's all I will say about that.
It's hilarious how often the residents of countries as fucked up as the Philippines will eagerly ask you for your impressions.
This is an awkward question to handle. What with the evidence of the reality almost screaming it's hunger and misery and depravity at you because they're all so polite, the security guard at McDonalds (with a sawn off shotgun, loaded) wasn't comfortable with 'rudely' asking this horrifying bearded beggar with missing teeth from following me inside the store where he preventing me from ordering. I had white skin. He was hungry. He will scream until the shotgun shells become the single kindest action he would have experienced, in his entire Catholic life of horror and pain.
They just don't die. But why?
I wish I had a photo of this horrifying beast but I was way too traumatised, not just by his refusing to take FUCK OFF FILTH for an answer 10 times, not just for his following me into the store where everyone didn't want to be rude so I had to grab the gun before he scampered away to 'safety' outside where - from behind a pane of clear glass - he proceeded to hammer away (to get my attention?), and there are little children in this store who are probably almost as traumatised as I was.
Make no mistake. This was not a shrewd unwillingness to get involved in "Ugly". This was an unwillingness to be impolite. I see it every day, the horror is so OUT of CONTROL they need to mow down these screaming beasts who cannot beg without grabbing you (physically), touching you with their diseased children (who are kept diseased because of people who are NOT me, who crumble under the emotional hijacking)....they just need to be gunned down but the funny thing is, if you yell at them everyone will look at you like you're the big meanie.
"They're poor. Give them money, don't give them money. But why do you have to be so mean?"
I must be the only person on this planet who understands that unsolicited selling / begging is a gamble. I am within my rights to kill you if you solicit me. I probably won't but only because I'm not a good person and I don't want to get my hands dirty. They all need to die because they live for WHY?
I'll try and get more photos but it's just brain-freezing how no one is capable of even putting the foot down on Horror, when Horror screams it's filth (literal - diseased - filthy touching skin to skin, and tugging) all over innocent passersby with utter disregard to small children or...sanity.
I was fumbling with this stupid ATM for 10 min. These little boys had no guardians that I could see.
Unless it was these guys but they were out like a light. In the middle of the day. I dunno how that makes sense but maybe they up late partying or fucking or something.
Make no mistake. That's the front door entrance to a relatively large apartment building. The residents will simply step over the bodies.
"Is there any need to be rude? They're poor. Step around them or over them."
It's surreal but it's everywhere.
These are very tame pictures. Please don't think this is representative of the horror I'm talking about. This is just the best I've been able to manage.
But yeah so like horror way beyond anything you can imagine, and whomever you're with will 100% ask you - bright-eyed and eagerly - "What's your impressions of the Philippines?"
Gosh. But I don't know what to say when we're literally surrounded by horrifying filth and insanity and misery and depravity and sleaze. So I give my stock-standard answer: "It's very Catholic."
Which is impossibly more insightful than any of you realise. It's amazing though, how they instantly know I'm bagging rather than complimenting. How does that figure out? It's got my head spinning. I have the capacity to be deadpan or even to say it as if I'm complimenting and if you watch their faces, 100% of the time they KNOW you are ridiculing them.
But I wasn't. I was blandly pointing out the Obvious about the religion that exploits them.
They understand. I'm attacking them, personally. These filthy creep priests. They have perfected exploitation. You cannot attack the priests without all the priests' victims imagining you're attacking them, personally.
I will be silent after giving my truthful answer but they will press. They will want to force me to list what is in front of their eyes. So I only ever do this. I point out what is right in front of our eyes. Naked children. Child prostitution. Corruption. Inefficiencies. Insanity. Misery. Sickness. Filth. Disadvantage. And lately, I've been running a little line on shame.
Gosh they don't like to feel shame. I tell them a semi-truth that should be true but then it's not my fault you couldn't care if the Philippines is levelled to the ground or not, so I spin it in a way that's a little less traumatising for them. I tell them the Philippines is becoming or has become the laughing stock of the planet, outside Africa. Which it has, with anyone who's ever been there.
I am not looking for fights, I don't hang out with anyone I could want to cause to suffer emotional trauma. But I do need to make the point. If I wanted them to suffer, they'd be screaming in pain already. So I'm incredibly softly spoken and I use phrasing that is nauseatingly diplomatic and I make it very clear I'm talking nonchalantly about economic 'theories' as if two buddies were discussing the benefits of big government v small government or something impossibly non-controversial. Catholicism v Sanity. They simply aren't fooled.
But how? This is a curiosity to me.
I tell them that Philippines supplies 1/5th of the men presently at sea and close to 0% of whatever ad hoc ranking systems the merchant ships adhere to in the horrifying floating cesspools which transport your consumables back and forth non-stop. Philippines is providing slaves, basically. FHM had an interesting spin on this phenomenon. They seemed to think it meant Philippines was the LORDS OF THE SEA. 20% of those at sea are from the Philippines.
"We're the lords of the pyramids we're building with our breeding in misery."
Interesting spin, but no these are slaves, I'm afraid. Where is a Filipino captain going to come from?
Filipina maids are exported into slave labour willingly because slave labour in Singapore is a gig you have to PAY to get placed in, if you have big dreams. In Singapore, they recently passed legislation mandating one (1) day per week off for slave maids. Housewives were so livid it was amazing. The sheer outrage that the government would stand in the middle of them and the treatment of their property. Some of the quotes were priceless:
One housewife said "How can I give her a day off? Every week? I work as well?"
Don't overthink it. She didn't. And she won't.
Another said "This will prove unworkable. How will I be able to keep control of my maids. Only last month, I discovered one of the girls had a Sexually Transmitted Infection. They are prohibited from leaving the property, she has no days off and no leave, and she flatly refuses to come clean and tell me how she got it. We just go back and forth, she's belligerent and impossible to control as it is. And now we're being forced into this situation? It will be an unworkable anarchy."
Somewhere a husband gulps, one assumes.
You don't want to know how little they're paid.
The general theme was OUTRAGE and FURY and HORROR at the government losing their mind and sticking their nose into the abuse of humans (who don't vote and therefore have no genuine rights at all, rape is a perk enjoyed by many) by humans (who do vote and therefore enjoy the perks like rape and physical / emotional / verbal abuse they get to levy behind the closed doors of their private universe).
But spare a thought for how happy the winners obviously are. Can you tell?
But the Philippines isn't exactly winning. I'm not entirely sure they can lose any more, because the humans are mostly robots who spend all their time trying to get on top of that pesky thinking, to kill it / shut it down / daydream. Many are successful, until they scream.
But 100% of these imbeciles who ask you for your opinion want you to lie brazenly to their face. And when you delicately point out the horrors right in front of your faces, they get so creepy oh.my.god. They do the identical thing my parents did when I would - very occasionally - bring up the issue of child rape. Their children. When their insanity and history revisioning was a little too galling to tolerate.
They get bumhurt, and then they get indignant. In the same moment, it's fascinating. You can be in the middle of your FIRST sentence and they will interrupt you as if you've been ranting for 10 hours (and I could) and they will put the foot down because ENOUGH is ENOUGH.
"Okay you've made your point, thank you."
That's a mistake of course; for them. Because I can play, if they want me to. Half-way through a delicate first sentence, you don't want to cut me off as if I've been going on and on and won't shut up. That would be stupid, in ironic ways.
I'm onto something here but I'm not sure what it means or whether it's important. But this Christian shit where they come up against someone's 'belligerent' truth, and they get bum-hurt and then holier-than-thou in the same emotional movement.
"OKAY THANK YOU...?! YOU'VE MADE SOME VALID POINTS. NOW THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Hahah. Wut? I don't know what world they're from but I introduce them to another one when they do this.
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