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Saturday, 7 June 2014

Update fom the Filthy East: Still Quiet.

Still busy as shit. Life is  totally stuffed at the moment, but I'm not complaining, between work and pleasure I'm out about most of the time and what little time I do get on the computer is taken up with invoicing and things like that. I  sure ain't complaining at that!

Things are settling to rhythm though so I will get back to some serious blogging sometime soon. Although I feel that as I've taken back a lot of control of my life a lot of the rage has gone so I may not be quite such the angry bastard as I once was.


Monday, 19 May 2014

Ladies fashion.................

With summer almost here I'm wondering whether I should buy Mrs Muddy a nice new swimsuit...........

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

I'm surprised that it took them this long...

... to think up this bollocks.

The 'ban it all brigade' and the 'we will make your choices for you gang',have come together to put forward the proposal to ban persons born after the year 2000 from (legally) buying cigarettes or tobacco products.

Because prohibition works. It has worked so well with drugs hasn't it? It was so successful when America banned alcohol that they never repealed the law and you cannot buy a drink in the US at all. 
No, that is wrong. So is this idea. Drugs are freely available without limit to anyone who can pay, or you can produce your own. Alcohol was prohibited in the US but after 13 years prohibition was lifted as it stopped no one drinking who wanted to and caused a massive uplift in crime coupled with a drop in tax revenues.

Plus, you can grow tobacco more easily than you can grow dope, so what's to stop any one from either growing their own for their own use or to sell on. This stupid idea should be kicked into touch but I bet it won't be. The opportunity to take more control over the individual is one that will not be passed over by politicians and the rent seeking scum that hang on their coat-tails.


Fuck 'em all

Monday, 17 March 2014

All quiet in the filthy East

My new life as a jobbing gardener come general dealer come part time scribbler is proving to be more rewarding than I could ever had hoped or expected. It's not so much the money that is being generated as the pure pleasure of dealing for oneself, free of the restrictions of employment. In fact, those restrictions bind many so strongly that they can see no other way to live other than at the beck and call of another who, as is only good business sense, will purchase as much time and effort as they can at the lowest possible price. I can now haggle a price if I choose and am never bound to accept unless it suits me, I can be unconventional about payment too.

I recently took a job to restructure a garden, involving the closing down of some flowerbeds, the removal of some shrubs and the rearrangement of others. I won the work on a quote of £450.00. During the course of the work the terms of payment changed and I ended up with £250.00 plus around a ton of coal including the two bunkers it was in. One of the bunkers has been sold already for another £50.00, the other is advertised. I calculate that I will be about £200.00 better off as a result of this than had I not been prepared to consider 'a deal'.

Flexibility is the key. Whenever we are bound by contract and especially contracts that are not negotiated but offered up without discussion, we lose the ability to negotiate. This soon becomes a habit and we accept whatever is offered, even when it does not suit us. If we get in the habit of negotiating, then we place ourselves in a far better position. We are able to choose the work that we take on and to decide the amounts, method and form of payment, whether that is as an employee, as a self employed contractor or freelancer or a part timer mixing elements of all options.

The downside is possibly a lack of time. Since my last post I have spent very little time on the computer. Not for blogging or surfing anyway! Since the order book is filling and the diary is already stuffed with dates that are more about pleasure than work, I can’t see that changing for a few months, the poor weather has provided a backlog of work, ( of all types), that it would be foolish to not take advantage of.

Things will be quiet here for a bit.

Sunday, 23 February 2014

The sun has come out..............


I guess that I will need to get out and do a bit in the garden soon. I will need to do a bit before my small scale gardening business gets going this spring. I'll have to get ahead just in case things take off. I'm going to do a bit of media promotion and I am wondering if I can work this picture into it somehow. I'm just not sure.....................

Friday, 21 February 2014

Specialization is for insects

When I read this post over at HAGC I thought; I get that . I could relate to the depression that comes from the realisation that that you will never be an expert at anything. It's something that has been rattling around in my head for a while now. You see, I can do loads of things. I set myself no limits and of course some things I am more capable of than others. I'll always give it a go though and I am not afraid to find out where I am going wrong,either by asking others or by research. Whilst I set myself no limits, I must acknowledge that I have limits and that they may be physical, mental, emotional, social or any combination you like. I just haven't found out what they all are yet.

From the comments on the above linked article:

I think Heinlein had some words about jacks of all trades

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.
Specialisation is for insects .”
— Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
 'Specialization is for insects' 

Our education system, our legal system and it's ever increasing multiple layers of suffocating laws, the burden of regulation in every area of life are all designed to create the insect mentality. What that is, is a mentality that we have to accept that our lives are what they are and we should not even wish to change them, that the state will look after our needs as long as we all toe the line. Children are brainwashed by the education system to believe that they can only achieve success through a degree*, even if it is in something fundamentally pointless such as 'Tapioca Studies' or other nonsense. The acres of debt that accompany degrees are also a way of tying people to the state, they just don't see it. Individuality, skill sets without pieces of paper to prove them, a desire to solve your own problems or indeed simply to feed yourself are seen as a kind dangerous eccentricity, yet they are exactly the qualities that we should be extolling and promoting.

Let children leave education at 16 or even 14 if they really want to and have some form of employment to go to, ( even self employment). If they decide to do take this course then don't pay them benefits, let them find what they are good at and make a go of it for themselves. Whatever training, up-skilling or formal education that may be needed can be sourced when required. Success should be earned not given and a major factor in achieving success is accepting and overcoming failure. We are slipping into a pan-European drone superstate where the only route to any sort of achievement is the state mandated one, nothing else is acceptable or will be recognised. Yes, we should be celebrating if we are 'jacks of all trades' because although we may never be the master of any one of them we are not limited by specialisation, we are not insects and will never be drones.

* I am not denigrate the benefits of higher education I would question whether it is as desirable or necessary as often made out.

Thoughts on fuel poverty

Not mine but Daniel Greenfield's, see here: The Green Gulag

Yet oddly enough there was a time when people were able to heat their homes and drive their cars, when they were even able to carry shopping bags, minus Wales' tax on shopping bags, and afford to eat. That brief golden period was stomped out by the friends of the working class, who knew how urgent it was to make life harsh and miserable and who are busy finding ways to make it even worse

 (My emphasis)
They really are too aren't they? Trying to make life as miserable as possible and telling us all that it is for the greater good or for the benefit of the children or to support some raving knob-jockey in Crapistan so he does not come over here with an exploding camel or something.

Does all this green bullshit make anyone's life any better or more comfortable? I'd venture no no-one at all, apart from the few troughing tossers who are behind the whole scam. Why is it then that the majority of people, even though they can see through the bollocks, just accept it and placidly wait for the next pile of crap to be dumped on them?

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Different Levels of Stress:

You pick up a hitchhiker, a beautiful girl. Suddenly she faints inside your car and you take her to hospital.
Now that's stressful!
But at the hospital they say she is pregnant & congratulate you that you are going to be a father You say that you are not the father, but the girl says you are.
This is getting very stressful!
So then...... you request a DNA test to prove that you are not the father. After the tests are completed, the doctor says that you are infertile, and probably have been since birth.
You are extremely stressed but relieved.
On your way back home, you think about your 3 kids at home.
NOW THAT'S STRESS!!