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at the inception of the scheme, most of the thoughtful and observant compared QE to narcotics; and though this metaphor has grown a bit stale with excessive use, it still contains within it the germ of Truth...shit, gentlemen, i thought of prefacing this with a bit of profundity -- but this is a story about pimps, whores & narcotics (read: WS bankers, DC sluts & QE).
so, without further ado, one of my up-close encounters with the dark under-belly of amorican vice:
without getting into the specifics of exactly why and for what reason i was on the scene, at 22 (1997) janus witnessed something particularly jarring. any of you bitchez ever seen a whore get smacked around by a fierce pimp? well, it's not something i'd recommend for the tender hearted. not the kind of scene you see on rockwell paintings. it's a brutal spectacle. vicious is an inadequate adjective. and so, i went away thinking that pimps were the scum of all scum. that poor lil whore, what did she ever do to invite such a savage beating?
fast forward to 2014 (janus, 39). it seems to me that uber is here to stay...it's absolutely ravaging the cab business. and for the past several weeks, i've been considering joining their ranks (hey, the horse and buggy industry eventually went away, too...technology hasn't much stock in the sentiments of nostalgia). and so, while i'm entertaining the idea of ubering, another sorta pops in my lap (so to speak).
somewhere around two a.m. i pick up a whore at this decent hotel on boston's western most perimeter. this girl was new to the oldest of ongoing trades; and this was clear to me because of her candor and enthusiasm (real/hardened whores are pathological liars and detest everything about the occupation...except, of course, the money). there is within the world of whoredom many ancillary and associated positions; pimp being one, and for whores who aren't yet streetwalkers, 'driver' is another. and so our happy whore offered janus the position of dedicated driver. the money seemed pretty good, the hours somewhat acceptable and the potential for adventure was enticing.
but before i committed to such a scenario, i wanted to check this whore out and investigate as-to her vices and personal discipline. look, i understand that we're to never-ever 'stereotype' in the modern age, but it just so happens that almost all whores are junkies (the emotional carnage of selling one's body must be mediated with strong medicine...but, that's not to say there aren't some natural-born whores who have no compunction whatsoever in bending over for bucks...by that i mean, there is the occasional 'happy-hooker', but most are abuse victims, junkies and derelicts).
my whore was, as i was saying, a freshly minted prostitute; and was as such flush with the frenzy of quick and abundant dollars (QE). she invited me over to hang out after my shift. shortly after some chit-chat and my revelation that janus is set to complete the next great american novel, she responded that she was an estimable 'artist' in her own right -- a maker of 'collages' and a journal-writer extraordinaire. naturally, she felt impelled to demonstrate her passion for high-art; and so we set out to a 24 hour CVS, where she purchased over $250 of magazines...the ore from which she would extract the refined treasure of her 'collages'. okay, strike one. a $250 magazine-buying spree is anything but impressive -- in fact, i'd call it criminally improvident.
already i'm starting to sympathize with that pimp from north augusta, south carolina (1997)...no telling what he would'a done for the sake of magazine purchasing discipline. i can hear him now, 'what, ho, you say you spent $250 of MY money on a bunch of magazines?...get yo ass over here now!' the horror...the horror!
in our little interview session, i'd additionally asked if she regularly used hard drugs. the little whore responded resolutely, 'never...well, almost never...but so rarely it wasn't even worth mentioning'. now, insofar as janus is himself guilty of the evah-so rare ingesting of potent substances, i reckoned she may be telling the truth. but, she wasn't.
now, before i go any further in this story, it's important to note two things: 1) i've never procured the services of a whore, nor have i ever pleasured one into carnal bliss for free. 2) i do not use any drug that subsumes the will of the user. that being said, all of the above was soon to be on offer.
janus is quite the wily sort when it comes to uncovering the truth in any person...i have a way of making folks feel comfortable in sharing their most closely guarded shame. that being said, once it became clear that there wasn't any weed or booze in the hotel room, i immediately concluded that our neophyte 'escort' was into the harder stuff. and so, at first, a pill or two leaked out. in that i was still feeling a bit shaky from having spent over a month on legitimately prescribed percocets (i'm an honorable guy, bitchez; and in this particular case, the meds were well-warrented...i would never doctor-shop for narcotics if my intent was getting high...if it's for a buzz, i'm shopping on the street), i thought it was probably a bad idea to reset my opiate receptors to full-crave. but, i tend to let an adventure go where it will -- so long as i don't defile myself in the process.
there we were, the whore and janus, chattering away in her bathroom, and all of a sudden she spontaneously decides to shower...right in front of me, in a glass-encased shower-stall. at precisely this moment her roommate and a girl i'd assumed was her lover came into the bathroom. janus sez to the butch-like roommate, 'uhh, pardon me, i was just watching your girlfriend shower...no offense or anything.' fortunately, there was to be no enmity within that little hotel room because (and i've seen this phenomena, too) the lesbian was just her buddy and psuedo-pimp.
i can't say whether or not she wanted to get laid by janus, but i'm assuming that she did...nevertheless, as i was saying, i abide a no-whore policy when it comes to intimacy.
the chattering continues apace and, all of a sudden, crack cocaine makes its inevitable appearance. if there is anything in this world i cannot tolerate, it's a crack-head -- particularly when in the midst of a crack binge.
time for janus to exit...and so i did.
before i left, i tried to impart some words of wisdom...i tried to caution this whore before she spiraled into a vortex of unimaginable shame and depravity...i did all that i could to shepherd her within the parameters of reasonable conduct. but all i saw in those vacuous eyes was the emergent lust for that abominable crack-pipe. it's only been a few weeks, and there's no telling the lows to which she's already sunk. but i do know this: if that hooker is going to make it for more than a month, she's going to have to submit herself to the awful tyrrany of a vicious pimp.
and so i came to a fuller understanding of wall street, DC and QE...oops, i mean pimps, whores and narcotics. pimps understand the ways of whores; and when a whore gets out of control on dope, there's a violent smack-attack on the way...it's just the Natural Order of things.
in certain ways, i pity that whore and the sluts in DC...but, woe betide you beltway bitches, a smack-attack is most assuredly on the way.
{p.s. ZHealots, i wish i could'a done this story more justice and added some of the more hilarious details...but work beckons and i've gotta scoot}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvJTR5atYss
the man of the hour/
has an inner-great power/
ahhhhh -- superfly,
janus
Every time I see that ugly face of Lord Blankfein, I want to give him a noogie, an Indian wrist burn, and wedgie.
One more thing. Yea your God expects you to wipe your own ass. Just so ya know.
We may not get another shot at fixing this once and for all. Hell we might not get a shot at all. If they get thier global fiat gentelmen we will leave our kids on planet sucks a lot.
One shot if we play our cards just right and we will need something like a miracle too. Best think long and hard about what kind of system we leave behind. Generation after generation has taken the easy way. Force/lies down our childrens throats.
One shot and it aint bitcoin or gold. Energy coin minus the force of the petroscam. A fixed real value coin.
We been taught all kinda wrong. Forget all that shit. Start looking within for the right answers. Thats where you find the good answers. Force needs something to push agianst or its wasted. Dont help them push/force thier plan. Make them sell it straight up honestly. They cant do it that way.
Every government seeks more power. So they are all cool with fiat. Good people dont need to be forced or use force to do the right thing.
The only way this shitshow stops is if we take thier power to use force away. That power comes from us following these messed up leaders who lie about everything. Ask them the good questions make them prove it up honestly.
One shot if we are lucky.
if only, then we could get on with it
voting in Russia ...http://www.news.com.au/world/russian-actor-and-putin-critic-alexei-devot...
the men were starving because Bligh cut the crews provisions to more room for more breadfruit trees to take back to England. (at a profit) how did that work out anyway?
The term "Starving" has lost all meaning, I'm sure the average person says "I'm Starving" every time the parasites in their intestines send out the signal to their host to stuff it's gaping maw again. Come to think of it, sounds a bit like a QE infection / injection.
Captain Bligh was a great leader and navigator. The cowards and degenerates under his command all got what was coming to them after he navigated 2000 miles in a dingy at the mercy of the ocean currents. An impossible feat, and the crew you are defending were the ones who tried to send Bligh and his few loyalists to a certain death of dehydration, starvation, sun exposure. Bligh's crew was contracted to follow orders and fulfill their duty to the Queen, something I am sure not a soul on ZH knows about, honoring their commitments.
WTF???? talk about "honoring commmitments".... WTF about the arrogant narcissistic incompetent corrupt illegal indonesian kenyan alien muslim sociopathic patholgocial liar in chief fudge packer and its oath of office to defend and uphold the constitution??????
They say the human body has 1 trillion cells, plus another 10 trillion non-human little critters. I'm not sure which is the parasite, the little critters or the human. If I were one of the little critters, I guess I would be working hard to send the human a message to eat whatever it is that I need to survive. Especially since, through no fault of my own, any moment might be my last, especially if the human manages to kill himself by, say, shooting himself with a nailgun, or crashing his private plane, or drowning himself in his swimming pool, or having his taxi cab crash him into a concrete truck.
Think about it, all your cravings are just chemical signals generated from the yeast infection you got from your high school sweetheart.
Ha! I like my sweethearts the way I like my coffee: black and bitter.
the question was, how did the business of importing bread fruit trees work out? was it a success? did it enrich the empire, and the people who brought those trees back to England? the crew made land at Pitcairns, where the descendants still remain? as for Bligh sailing 2000 miles he could have made Tahiti in far less, but the man had a real stick up his ass. he was later stripped of command at a hearing. bread fruit trees or monetary madness, take your choice or buy gold and mutiny!
howdy, Grateful...
everything associated with that story is interesting...several years back, there was a feature about the modern pitcairnians in vanity fair. they're basically a bunch of degenerate louts living out their ancestor's fantasy of an endless idyll. one of the more fascinating features reported in the article -- and the aspect of the island that probably secured their liberty over the centuries -- was the means by which the island must be approached by sea. there's this crazy bramble of reefs and surging waves, making for something of a labyrinth surrounding the island; and you have to approach at this particular place and angled-in just so, and then move in through various stages of pauses while awaiting favorable tides -- and at very specific times of day.
but, even though zirpedge didn't address your point and instead sought whatever platform he could to launch a generalized assault against Hedgers (with no basis nor substantiation), he does make a few very good points. the whole 'starvation' thing is similarly amusing for me. 'real' hunger has a face and an aspect that's unmistakable; and i've never seen anything approaching it in the west. it reminds me of this interview i once heard: some bangladeshi was saying that he always wanted to see the united states; if for no other reason than to witness the phenomena of poor fat-folk. and it is remarkable. i mean, poverty and adult onset diabetes seem to be incompatible conditions...that poor bangladeshi should take a trip with janus to mississippi -- there's more diabetic poverty than you can shake a stick-thin bangladeshi at.
i also agree that bligh was a peerless captain and seaman -- maybe an obstinate ass, but a superb captain (and every command structure must have its fair share of obstinate asses)...what he accomplished is nothing short of miraculous. command at sea must be inviolate -- legitimate mutiny (if there is such a thing) is only justifiable if the captain has clearly lost control of his mental faculties. and in that bligh's every decision was mission-oriented, i'd have voted to hang the mutineers, too. i mean, sure, marlon brando makes for a sympathetic mr. christian on cinema; but, bear in mind, if these blokes were so swayed with the carnal tahitian ways, they need only return to the UK, charter their own vessel, and return lawfully to live out their days deflowering 12 year old natives and roasting swine-flesh over spits.
now, zirpedge, there is one other circumstance under which a captain may be lawfully deposed and a mutiny justified. and that is when the captain commits acts of high-treason at sea. and so, think of it this way: let's say, for the sake of analogies, that the united states is a vessel on the sea of nation states, its charter: the US Constitution. for my part, i've sworn, before God Almighty, to defend & protect the Constitution of the United States -- that's a commitment (and a real one). perhaps your commitment is to a gaggle of republifags or democunts? perhaps your commitment is to some idealistic world-view? perhaps your commitment is to a paycheck? who's to say. furthermore, within the charter under which this vessel sails, there is a mandate that those who've duly sworn destroy ALL enemies, both foreign & DOMESTIC. there is indeed high-treason at sea, and i aim to see the traitorous swine swing from trees as soon as we dock again at safe harbor.
you know what, all this sea-talk and QEing brings to mind a little story...perhaps i'll tell it.
http://vimeo.com/35540786
well, i rapped upon a house with a us flag on display/
i said, can you help me out/
i got some friends down the way...,
janus
Janus,
I always appreciate your insight, however much your scrawl reminds me of the ravings of a lunatic. I'm almost scared at how much I find coherent and relateable to my own experience. Particulalty the obesity / malnourishment epidemic of our compatriots. This physical malady is parallel to the mental/spiritual anguish no doubt cause by misinformation overload and the unsatisfying passive lifestyles.
Regards,
Zirp
i appreciate that, my friend.
as to 'lunacy'...well, you must understand that psychology -- as it's currently practiced -- is a petty attempt to classify superior mental qualities as defective or abberent because those in possession of such are an existential threat to the status quo. and so, one must ask one's self: is janus crazy, or is it the system.
we don't have record levels of psychoactive pharma scripts and suicides because this world and its systems are normal. you see, they know the system is fundamentally flawed; and they have, for at least three generations, attempted to retrofit humanity to accomodate the expectations of the system, rather than recrafting a system that's conducive to our fundamental humanity. in other words, these vermin hate everything that is human, and only esteem our value as accords our utility for objectives that are not our own.
so, yes, in a certain sense, i'm crazy...but that's only if you accept this world as sane.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O52jAYa4Pm8
i'm a real live wire,
janus
Buying gold supports the Rothschild's. I can't imaging that such misguided dupes exists, those who would support the shiney relics of feudalism. If you want a neo-feudalist NWO by all means "invest" in gold. Royal Libertarian are the saddest most misguided group who are clouding true conservatism. We have a false choice between rabid neo-liberals and royal libertarians fighting over the "Republican Party". Wake up to Geolibertarianism and see that only "Greenbacks" and debt free currency (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH FEDERAL RESERVE NOTES) issued by congress or the treasury can save us from the Neo-Feudalist ambitions of the powers that be.
So, as I understand it, buying and owning some USA silver dollars, either of the old "Morgan Silver Dollar" kind or of the current, more pure U.S. Mint kind, is a good thing to do, since such silver dollars are the truly debt-free dollars, the "real" dollars.
What can be said of Captain Bligh without a doubt, is that mutiny followed him wherever he went.
Your Facking insane mate. You think anyone signs up to be worth less than a tree? Loyalty only comes into play if your life is given up for a greater cause. Life is volunteerly given up when it is noble to do so. A Facking Tree and you think the mutiny was a bad thing on the Bounty? Someone needs to re-educate you fast.
Honor is not a one way street pal.
now I need a new keyboard and I simply can't stop laughing. you have outdone yourself, WB7
Don't give up the shit!
Now is that nice? ... making François Hollande look like a gibbering idiot?
Just stating the obvious.....
A rose by any other name is still a rose.
Si...I mean oui