There's a sticky message saying No Politics In The Lounge. I'll continue posts from The Lounge in this thread. Others may do the same. I don't care, as long as I can do it all in one thread
Continued from: https://terb.cc/xenforo/threads/psychology-tricks.942931/page-2#post-9634017
Understanding jokes requires a certain degree of problem-solving ability, if the joke is well constructed. Anyone can repeat a joke that someone else invented, anybody can make jokes about farts, and anyone can do anonymous pranks, which is essentially vandalism, but they do it because videos of pranks get lots of likes, and that's important to the people who have no human friends, perhaps never, or perhaps none who still consider them to be friends. Young men who can't read and have never held a paying job for more than half an hour still want respect, but they have a mindset that tells them that they deserve respect from other people, for successfully drawing breath after leaving their mother's womb. They misunderstood their parents, who told them that everyone deserves respect. They interpreted that as everyone must respect me, rather than I should respect everyone. Neither is true. Respect is something which is earned through deeds; pride is the expectation that everyone owes respect to anyone who demands it.
On Friday, I purchased a worn 1891 'Indian Head US Cent' Based on my limited knowledge of numismatics, I would rate the condition of the coin as close to good:
The book value would be in the range of 1-2 dollars. A coin dealer would not buy it, because he already has many, in case a customer of his wants to buy one. He has no obligation to purchase something he doesn't want, just because someone has something with some value. It may be the only thing he owns that has value; no one wants to buy the dirty clothes he's wearing. In many cases, he'll steal from someone, often a former friend. The guy, at one time, decided that a friendly relationship with a human being was less valuable to him than a small portion of a street drug, which might contain any of a number of substances chosen at random, like drano or comet detergent or ground up moth balls; whatever was within reach at the cutter's house. I don't care; they're not my kids. They do, however, have a role in the economy. They purchase overpriced items from convenience stores which are taxed at 13%, and they consume surplus perishable foods, which occupy more space in a landfill than they do as waste products at the end of the digestion process.
The woman who offered me the coin is a 'friendly'. On a few occasions, I've given her $5 at a time, when she asked. This was perhaps three times per 2 year period. I do that, because she's a woman, requesting assistance. If a young man asked me, I might have said no. Once a guy said "I'm not asking for money; would you mind going inside and buying me a hamburger? I pointed across the street, and told him he could get a free meal, right there, right now. He said "I know, but I don't want that". I said "Your not MY son. Go out and earn, boy!". I would have been labeled as racist, if some of his ancestors had lived in Africa at some time during the past 500 years.
While I was purchasing the penny, some young punk on a bicycle decided that the penny was worth $10, no $20 dollars, because that's what it said in the comic book ad, neglecting to read 'up to', and the price referred to a mint condition copy of a rare issue or minting location. He injected himself into the situation because I was speaking to a woman, and he was not. I told him that the coin was not worth more than the $5 I paid. He said "Who the hell are you?", and I said "I'm the guy who has money.", and of course he flew into a rage; fueled by the combination of testosterone and stimulants. I turned my back, and went on my way. He continued to shout insults at me, while hitting the back of my leg with the wheel of his bicycle. I didn't turn towards him. His last words were the standard "Do you know who I am?", and I parroted his words. At the corner, I said to the woman "Tell him who I am, *****, and she and I shared at fist bump, before I walked home. Internet trolls are small potatoes compared to the real life kind, and I'm still undefeated, because I don't read about politics, I play it, every day.
And some guy says: How did he do that? I can't do that on my phone.
And I say: It's not my job to tell you how to do things. Figure it out for yourself, or ask someone to do it for you. Since you don't have a father, I'll blame your mother. She should have stopped breast-feeding you before your beard stubble started to chafe her nipples.
I can get away with saying that, because I've already made ad hoc alliances with anyone who has any influence near 'the corner', and at least one of them would be at some vantage point to cover the whole area with their eyes. As with organized crime, 'civilians are off limits' is a street law. The dealers don't want violence against civilians on their turf. That draws a quick response from the police. They also don't want violence against the guy who gives away free shoes or umbrellas or gloves, etc. I don't pay for that stuff. Some old person or a physically unimposing person who lives in a home valued at $1 Million, give or take, leaves the shoes outside their house, as if 'any day might be Hallowe'en, ie: a bribe is offered to coax demons to create mischief somewhere else. Those people would often have trouble raising $500 in an hour, because the own a home with a value of $1 Million, but that's about the extent of their net worth. Nothing else that they own could be sold on the spot to raise the cash necessary in an emergency. Their kids learned the concept of living beyond their means from parents with well-paying steady employment and a credit rating. Their kids learned the wrong part of that lesson; instant gratification. This is why two days after receiving a monthly cheque, cashed on the receiving date, (a couple of days before the date of payment listed on the cheque, they've already spent all of it before they should have had any of it.
My business background was in pension plan administration and actuarial math. I was a top professional in my field. There is an individual of almost my same age, and almost my same experience, who had a similar business background as mine. Perhaps you've heard of him, the former Finance Minister of Canada, The former Finance Minister of Canada, William Francis Morneau Jr and current Member of the Privy Council of Canada, (Bill's a few months younger than I am, so by "Boomer Tradition", I am above his in some situations - yeah, right).
The biggest difference between his career path and mine is that he married into the wealthy McCain Family, (Frozen Foods Conglomerate), and I didn't marry. Bill also attended private schools. Bill's father founded the actuarial firm where Bill Jr started his career, and it wasn't as an entry level clerk.
Actuarial math involves planning for the future through projected earnings of investment earnings on diversified capital investments, bla, bla, bla. I was more of a number cruncher. I did the calculations, and based on the financial assets I had accrued to date, I was able to retire from the workforce at age 38. I was by no means wealthy, I just needed to adjust my spending, eliminating non essential purchases, and earning from the odd side hustle when necessary It could be done, but I needed to be careful, because using a relatively small asset base with limited growth potential, but no risks involved, and paying cash when I had it, it could be done, with a slim margin of error. I didn't buy new clothes often. I sold some of my physical assets which had more value to someone else than they did to me. I worked a day here and there, for luxury items. I rarely took public transit. I've bought coffee perhaps three times in the past 20 years. I bought alcohol once or twice per year. What skewed my equation was people asking to purchase from me, but wanting credit.
I reached the finish line, (age 65), with about $8,000 in reserve, and seven months of Government pensions which were supposed to have been in my bank account by October 28, but of course, somebody or some bodies at Canada services fucked up, and I'm still more than $5K short.
That $5K+ threshold is significant because according to a very strict application of Canadian Law, I could have the Government of Canada charged with 'Fraud in excess of $5,000', which is absurd, but lawyers would suck each others' dicks for a shot to in on that debate, wasting additional tax money in the process.
I don't want an apology made on behalf of the employee who screwed up, while trying to be helpful. I don't want to be interviewed by CITY-TV or Global and especially not the CBC. All I want is ...
(to be continued. I want to finish watching my movie).
Continued from: https://terb.cc/xenforo/threads/psychology-tricks.942931/page-2#post-9634017
Understanding jokes requires a certain degree of problem-solving ability, if the joke is well constructed. Anyone can repeat a joke that someone else invented, anybody can make jokes about farts, and anyone can do anonymous pranks, which is essentially vandalism, but they do it because videos of pranks get lots of likes, and that's important to the people who have no human friends, perhaps never, or perhaps none who still consider them to be friends. Young men who can't read and have never held a paying job for more than half an hour still want respect, but they have a mindset that tells them that they deserve respect from other people, for successfully drawing breath after leaving their mother's womb. They misunderstood their parents, who told them that everyone deserves respect. They interpreted that as everyone must respect me, rather than I should respect everyone. Neither is true. Respect is something which is earned through deeds; pride is the expectation that everyone owes respect to anyone who demands it.
On Friday, I purchased a worn 1891 'Indian Head US Cent' Based on my limited knowledge of numismatics, I would rate the condition of the coin as close to good:
The book value would be in the range of 1-2 dollars. A coin dealer would not buy it, because he already has many, in case a customer of his wants to buy one. He has no obligation to purchase something he doesn't want, just because someone has something with some value. It may be the only thing he owns that has value; no one wants to buy the dirty clothes he's wearing. In many cases, he'll steal from someone, often a former friend. The guy, at one time, decided that a friendly relationship with a human being was less valuable to him than a small portion of a street drug, which might contain any of a number of substances chosen at random, like drano or comet detergent or ground up moth balls; whatever was within reach at the cutter's house. I don't care; they're not my kids. They do, however, have a role in the economy. They purchase overpriced items from convenience stores which are taxed at 13%, and they consume surplus perishable foods, which occupy more space in a landfill than they do as waste products at the end of the digestion process.
The woman who offered me the coin is a 'friendly'. On a few occasions, I've given her $5 at a time, when she asked. This was perhaps three times per 2 year period. I do that, because she's a woman, requesting assistance. If a young man asked me, I might have said no. Once a guy said "I'm not asking for money; would you mind going inside and buying me a hamburger? I pointed across the street, and told him he could get a free meal, right there, right now. He said "I know, but I don't want that". I said "Your not MY son. Go out and earn, boy!". I would have been labeled as racist, if some of his ancestors had lived in Africa at some time during the past 500 years.
While I was purchasing the penny, some young punk on a bicycle decided that the penny was worth $10, no $20 dollars, because that's what it said in the comic book ad, neglecting to read 'up to', and the price referred to a mint condition copy of a rare issue or minting location. He injected himself into the situation because I was speaking to a woman, and he was not. I told him that the coin was not worth more than the $5 I paid. He said "Who the hell are you?", and I said "I'm the guy who has money.", and of course he flew into a rage; fueled by the combination of testosterone and stimulants. I turned my back, and went on my way. He continued to shout insults at me, while hitting the back of my leg with the wheel of his bicycle. I didn't turn towards him. His last words were the standard "Do you know who I am?", and I parroted his words. At the corner, I said to the woman "Tell him who I am, *****, and she and I shared at fist bump, before I walked home. Internet trolls are small potatoes compared to the real life kind, and I'm still undefeated, because I don't read about politics, I play it, every day.
And some guy says: How did he do that? I can't do that on my phone.
And I say: It's not my job to tell you how to do things. Figure it out for yourself, or ask someone to do it for you. Since you don't have a father, I'll blame your mother. She should have stopped breast-feeding you before your beard stubble started to chafe her nipples.
I can get away with saying that, because I've already made ad hoc alliances with anyone who has any influence near 'the corner', and at least one of them would be at some vantage point to cover the whole area with their eyes. As with organized crime, 'civilians are off limits' is a street law. The dealers don't want violence against civilians on their turf. That draws a quick response from the police. They also don't want violence against the guy who gives away free shoes or umbrellas or gloves, etc. I don't pay for that stuff. Some old person or a physically unimposing person who lives in a home valued at $1 Million, give or take, leaves the shoes outside their house, as if 'any day might be Hallowe'en, ie: a bribe is offered to coax demons to create mischief somewhere else. Those people would often have trouble raising $500 in an hour, because the own a home with a value of $1 Million, but that's about the extent of their net worth. Nothing else that they own could be sold on the spot to raise the cash necessary in an emergency. Their kids learned the concept of living beyond their means from parents with well-paying steady employment and a credit rating. Their kids learned the wrong part of that lesson; instant gratification. This is why two days after receiving a monthly cheque, cashed on the receiving date, (a couple of days before the date of payment listed on the cheque, they've already spent all of it before they should have had any of it.
My business background was in pension plan administration and actuarial math. I was a top professional in my field. There is an individual of almost my same age, and almost my same experience, who had a similar business background as mine. Perhaps you've heard of him, the former Finance Minister of Canada, The former Finance Minister of Canada, William Francis Morneau Jr and current Member of the Privy Council of Canada, (Bill's a few months younger than I am, so by "Boomer Tradition", I am above his in some situations - yeah, right).
The biggest difference between his career path and mine is that he married into the wealthy McCain Family, (Frozen Foods Conglomerate), and I didn't marry. Bill also attended private schools. Bill's father founded the actuarial firm where Bill Jr started his career, and it wasn't as an entry level clerk.
Actuarial math involves planning for the future through projected earnings of investment earnings on diversified capital investments, bla, bla, bla. I was more of a number cruncher. I did the calculations, and based on the financial assets I had accrued to date, I was able to retire from the workforce at age 38. I was by no means wealthy, I just needed to adjust my spending, eliminating non essential purchases, and earning from the odd side hustle when necessary It could be done, but I needed to be careful, because using a relatively small asset base with limited growth potential, but no risks involved, and paying cash when I had it, it could be done, with a slim margin of error. I didn't buy new clothes often. I sold some of my physical assets which had more value to someone else than they did to me. I worked a day here and there, for luxury items. I rarely took public transit. I've bought coffee perhaps three times in the past 20 years. I bought alcohol once or twice per year. What skewed my equation was people asking to purchase from me, but wanting credit.
I reached the finish line, (age 65), with about $8,000 in reserve, and seven months of Government pensions which were supposed to have been in my bank account by October 28, but of course, somebody or some bodies at Canada services fucked up, and I'm still more than $5K short.
That $5K+ threshold is significant because according to a very strict application of Canadian Law, I could have the Government of Canada charged with 'Fraud in excess of $5,000', which is absurd, but lawyers would suck each others' dicks for a shot to in on that debate, wasting additional tax money in the process.
I don't want an apology made on behalf of the employee who screwed up, while trying to be helpful. I don't want to be interviewed by CITY-TV or Global and especially not the CBC. All I want is ...
(to be continued. I want to finish watching my movie).
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