Coyote’s Retirement Rant

A Reader enjoys reading Coyote’s blog, as his business forces him to interact with governments constantly, creating a never ending stream of reasons for A Reader to stay out of government-contractor jobs.

First, I will say that I am perfectly happy for folks who are either good earners or good savers or both and who choose to use their accumulated wealth to stop working at some age. — My Retirement Rant | Coyote Blog.

No question that this would be a good thing, except that that accumulated wealth is too tempting for the people in power to seize, either directly as was done with privately held gold in a number of countries in the mid-20th century and through bank action like just recently in Cyprus, or indirectly via inflation.

 And that was what Social Security initially was — the age 65 was chosen as a retirement age not because it guaranteed 10-15 years of senior leisure but because it matched the life expectancy at the time.  The equivalent age would be well into the 70’s today.

All good Ponzi schemes must come to an end. A Reader has zero expectations of getting paid anything after decades of contributing to Social Security.

While they are proposing higher taxes to support this, my guess is that it will not be long before a wealth tax is suggested. […] I would be willing to bet him that within the decade, it will become a mainstream idea in the progressive community to fund shortfalls in Social Security and Medicare with a full or partial seizure of 401K’s.

There’s already a wealth tax, inflation. But A Reader agrees with Coyote that savings and other financial vehicles are just too tempting for the powers that be. It’s almost as if we’re in Bizarro World: work and save, and all you get in the end is forced to pay for the people who don’t work and don’t save.


Global coolin… no; ozone laye… no; global warmin… no; climate change!

If we made fractionating columns based on science with the quality of the environmentalists’ religion-of-the year “research,” we’d still be using whale oil for light and travel in coal-fired trains and ships:

Hansen underestimated the amount of CO2 that would be released into the atmosphere by 66%, but overestimated the warming that would result by 150%.  His “Scenario C” shown here (the one which almost maps to the actual recorded temperatures) assumed that there would be no increase in CO2 at all after 2000 —Borepatch: Politicized science.

Despite being proved wrong every single time, environmentalists encroach further and further into our freedoms with less and less oversight by the establishment media or real scientists. The power of science is that it can be used to predict and control Nature for human purposes. Because of that power, science gets special respect in Western Civilization, as the basis for our technological superiority.

When pseudoscience gets the same respect as real science, soon science loses to politics. And that’s what environmentalism has done: turn the institutions formerly of science against real science and use them to support political goals that undermine our civilization. It also uses political power to silence its critics, contrary to real science, which evolves by always questioning the status quo. Hence the saying the tragedy of science is the murder of beautiful theories by ugly facts.

Soon Steve Milloy will be sentenced to house arrest, but only after he recants his climate change denial — under threat of interrogation with harsh methods followed by burning at the stake.

Warning: hamster on steroids

A Reader was browsing the MGTOW boards and found an example of the nonsense inside empowered women’s skulls. This is a 58-year-old, a grandmother, writing in Salon:

Some people my age — extreme middle-age —

What a great start: grandmother, almost 60, but sure let’s call it middle age. Let’s ignore the difference between how men age and how women age, too. After all, we’re all the same, biologically, aren’t we? What’s half a chromosome between friends?

train for marathons, or paddle down the Amazon, skydive, or adopt. They publish for the first time. Me? I may have done the most heroic thing of all. I went on for a year.

A Reader got through college on a track scholarship (and working part-time repairing appliances), so when people talk about “running” marathons in 5 or 6 hours he can barely keep a straight face. And these people who start “running” marathons in their old age are usually idiots: it’s the new thing, and they are all herd-followers, to the last one. Think “different” as long as your “different” is exactly the same as everyone else’s.

Still, running, skydiving, or kayaking need effort and/or skill. Apparently joining is all she could do, and in her mind that’s more heroic than any of the activities that actually require effort and/or skill. Typical.

I rarely missed sex: I had tiny boundary issues in all those years of drinking, and by my early 20s I had used up my lifelong allotment.

Another carousel-rider wants a chump to settle with. Only, about 28 years later than usual. For some reason women don’t understand that men may want to sleep with the sluts — though in this time of antibiotic-resistant STDs men are starting to rethink their choices, slut-wise — but they don’t want to settle with one.

I have spent approximately 1,736 hours of this one precious life waiting for the man to finish [sex], and pretending that felt good. And I want a refund.

My my my, a frigid woman faking orgasms, in this day and age. I’m sure that will work out well for her victims dates.

In four-fifths of [marriages she knows of], the men want to have sex way more often than the women do. I would say almost none of the women would care if they ever got laid again, even when they are in good marriages.

Perhaps she is projecting from her own sexual inadequacies, but there’s no doubt that men seem to want it more than women.

[Women] do it because it makes the men like them more, and feel close for a while, but mostly women love it because they get to check it off their to-do lists. It means they get a pass for a week or two, or a month.

The sex lives of married people, clearly worth giving up your bachelor freedom for. Consider the trade-off: you give up your freedom to do whatever you want in your own time and with your own money, become financially liable for someone else, and in return you get the same one half-hearted vanilla bump a week, a fortnight, or a month. (Close your eyes and think of Alexis Texas doing Belladonna.) Really, that’s what she’s saying.

(I know, I know, there’s that whole “love” part of the relationship too. And if you buy that, A Reader has some shares in the Brooklyn Bridge he’s selling at a great price.)

And the women are not crazy about the men’s secret Internet porn lives.

Yes… It’s unsurprising that they wouldn’t want to compete against a medium servicing all possible fantasies, with hot young (of legal age) women excited about satisfying a man’s every possible desire. Just like the guy in the corner store with tiny selection of overpriced merchandize doesn’t like

A 60-year-old man does not fantasize about a 60-year-old woman. A 70-year-old man might. And an 80-year-old — ooh-la-la.

A 60-year-old man, a 70-year-old man, a 80-year-old man, and a 90-year-old man, all fantasize about two or more young (of legal age) women, perhaps a trio of 21-year-old petite thai masseuses who appreciate an experienced man. Fetishists aside, no healthy man fantasizes about 60-year old women. Do people who fantasize about being great athletes fantasize about getting bronze medals? No. It’s a fantasy, you always get the gold and break the world record.

People are damaged and needy and narcissistic. I sure am.

She’s certainly damaged to the point of demented.

Richmond San Rafael Bridge

Ok, she’s one of those nuts from Frisco. A Reader has visited the area several times for work, and his assessment is that people there are generally nuts and women over 30 are totally bananas. Very fruity city.

It’s a pity, because when A Reader was a kid, California was a great state, full of future promise, with the aerospace and electronics industries, but sometime in the 70s it went down the drain.

Apparently she managed to go out with a “highly cultured, a creative venture capitalist,” who seemed to know a little game because he didn’t call her back for five days. A Reader is guessing the guy wasn’t going to call at all. She obviously did the female thing and complained about it:

My friends were great. They turned on the man immediately.

Yeah… that really makes her sound like the kind of gal a man wants a relationship with; controlling, bitchy, and with a greek chorus of friends to tell her she’s always right.

Then I met a man who was as far to the left as I am, in the weeks before the presidential election! Heaven. He was English also.

Go be lefty in your country, limey. There’s plenty of Americans who attack the foundations on which this country was built, we don’t need to import others. That goes for you too, Piers Morgan, Daily Kos, and Arianna Huffington. A Reader has nothing against foreigners, but even if you naturalize, can you please wait a generation before you start attacking our country? There are plenty of people around the world who would love to come live here and defend the principles that made this country great. A Reader would trade all the Friscans and other assorted California libertards for these people, and then it might be a great state again.

(Full disclosure: A Reader voted for Reagan both times.)

Back to the article:

We both wanted mates. But then I got it, that my horrible friends were right, and he didn’t feel physical with me.

Someone posted her photo to a discussion board. There isn’t enough Kentucky firewater in the world to make A Reader “feel physical” with her. In fact, after seeing that photo, the idea of a man having sex with her made A Reader lose his appetite for dinner.

She plays a few more mind games and comes up snake eyes, but handles it well:

After four days of silence, I wrote to say that I guessed it wasn’t going to happen. He wrote back that yes, this was probably true; it had felt friendly but not romantic. Now he is my mortal enemy.

Ah, just kidding, she can’t take rejection like a grown-up; but at least the guy didn’t get a false rape accusation or a VAWA-sanctioned psychological violence assault charge.

Did she learn from her experience, at least?

To have gone out so many times took almost everything I had, and then I didn’t even meet the right man. You start to wonder if there’s something wrong with you.   Nah.

No, it’s the rest of the world that’s wrong: all the men, all of western civilization, all of biology, and even the least deluded of her friends. It’s the female version of Occam’s razor: the right answer is the one that makes the woman’s self esteem the highest. The delusions of these empowered women really are the best reason to go your own way.

Women make better decisions than men? WTF?

A Reader saw this on some discussion boards, but he thought it was an April Fools joke. Apparently not: Captain Capitalism posted it yesterday.

We’ve known for some time that companies that have more women on their boards have better results,” explains Bart. “Our findings show that having women on the board is no longer just the right thing but also the smart thing to do. Companies with few female directors may actually be shortchanging their investors. —Women make better decisions than men – DeGroote School of Business.

A Reader has always known that people in B-school are three types of retarded: seriously retarded students, terminally retarded teachers, and hopelessly retarded management. But apparently their “journals” are also retarded.

(B-Schools are like cargo cults: they copy the visible elements of scientific and technical fields— like statistics, mathematical models, technical-looking diagrams, and [what they call] experiments — but there is nothing solid at the bottom of it. Easy to prove: what would have happened if that same study had shown men to be superior to women in all managerial tasks? First, it would never be published; second, the authors would be fired and forever unemployable; third, more money would be given to women’s groups to apologize for the study. So the conclusion could only be one, even before the “research” started.)

Of course more successful companies have more women on the board. They also spend more on interior decorating, have more perks, more private jets, and managerial “retreats” at five-star resorts. The causality is they get successful first, then they start spending money on fashionable items. Women on boards are very fashionable, and good PR.

This bullshit continues:

Bart and McQueen found that male directors, who made up 75% of the survey sample, prefer to make decisions using rules, regulations and traditional ways of doing business or getting along. Female directors, in contrast, are less constrained by these parameters and are more prepared to rock the boat than their male counterparts.

These are the directors, who basically aren’t making decisions, they are laying down guidelines for the management. (You’d think these learned business professors would know the difference, but these idiots have never held a real job in their lives.) Men stick to rules and regulations, so they set guidelines that managers can rely on; women make arbitrary judgments, so the managers cannot trust the guidelines and must try to guess what women directors will like and hope they don’t rock the boat in the middle of some critical project.

Contact information is for a Julia Thomson, “manager of marketing.” No surprise there, women in business flock to marketing (lying and bullshit) and HR (HaRassing men), because finance needs math that they by and large can’t do (finance is evil and parasitical, but it’s all numbers) and operations is for serious people who usually have real experience in production under their belts, aka men.

The first rule of MGTOW

One of the projects A Reader finished this weekend were some custom-designed drawer inserts for his desk at work, to keep things organized. One of the other engineers saw A Reader installing them, and conversation naturally went to our manly hobbies. The other guy is married, so the conversation confirmed the value of being a MGTOW, over and over again.

  • We both like making stuff with our hands, but while A Reader had all weekend to do what he wanted, Married Engineer seldom gets any free time at home to do anything he wants. He spent most of the weekend waiting around in stores while his wife was shopping. If they ever have kids this guy will become a zombie.
  • A Reader has recently invested around $5,000 to upgrade some of the equipment in his workshop. Married Engineer said he could never get his wife to agree to that. Jesus Christ on a cracker! It’s HIS money that he earns; why doesn’t he assert some authority? I’m sure wifey spends a lot more of HIS money on her crap than $5k.
  • Married Engineer was very proud that he set up a corner of the basement to be his “man cave.” A Reader almost blew his top at the stupidity of that pride: it’s his house, why does he get a corner in the basement? And what’s with calling it a cave, as if men’s hobbies are those of cavemen? A workshop is a productive place, while a “sitting room” for the hens to cluck around is not. What’s done in a workshop is what got men out of caves; what women do in the sitting room is the same thing they did in caves.
  • A Reader told Married Engineer that he might take a few vacation days and fly to the Left Coast to attend the big Maker Faire. Married Engineer said he could never “get that approved.” That’s his phrase, like his wife at home is one of the managers at work who approves our travel requests. Could this guy be more whipped? Game theorists would extrapolate that most of what he does with his hands at home happens in the bathroom.

A Reader nodded through most of Married Engineer’s side of the conversation, since the first rule of MGTOW is we don’t talk about MGTOW. Not to blue-pillers, and definitely not at work. Married Engineer is a nice kid; A Reader will feel sorry for him when his wife divorces him and destroys his life because she “was bored.”

Beginning “The Black Hole War” by Leonard Susskind

After a sunday of woodworking in his workshop, A Reader likes nothing more than a stiff drink and a good book. So here are a few choice quotes from Leonard Susskind’s book The Black Hole War.

The real tools for groking the quantum universe are abstract mathematics: infinite dimensional Hilbert spaces, projection operators, unitary matrices, and a lot of other advanced principles that take a few years to learn. (p. 75)

Grokking is Heinlein’s term for developing such an understanding of a field that its nature becomes almost intuitive. I’m not sure that it really applies here, but perhaps for super-smart physicists it does. It also has two ‘k’s. The book will try to explain black holes without the math, Susskind tells his readers.

A black hole horizon is the most concentrated form of information that the laws of nature allow.  (p. 116)

This is a very deep insight, and it’s the solution to the problem that Susskind found with Hawking radiation: when matter comes into a black hole, all information in that matter is preserved in the black hole; if the black hole dissipates its mass (or energy) as Hawking radiation, which carries no information, then information is destroyed, something that violates quantum mechanics.

The rest of the book will describe the evolution of the problem and its current solution of the universe as a hologram (a structure where all the information is contained on the surface area rather than the volume).


Or, if you know how to decode that: a mob of feral black men and women with ages between 10 and 80.

Things started turn bad around 6:00 p.m. Saturday, with teens purposely bumping into people, and causing fights among themselves. —Teen Mob Action Takes Over Chicago’s Gold Coast « CBS Chicago.

A Reader enjoyed a day in his workshop, finishing up a couple of projects and clearing space for new ones. Many married men would have been dragged into “nice” shopping areas of their town, where these “teens” tend to attack. Ah, MGTOW.