Saturday, November 29, 2008


what the FUCK! a conglomerate of oil exporters who have a combined wealth greater than the GDP of France can't deal with a bunch of ragtag RPG-toting bunch of illiterate pirates? what the FUCK? are these filthy rich arabs that stupid? or maybe they're so wealthy that a couple of ships hijacked per year won't really mean much to them.

either way, these Somali idiots are beginning to be a real nuisance.

let me tell you what we need to do to deal with these pirates (rephrasing the greatest leader the free world has known):

"PRE-EMPTIVE action!!
we'll hunt down those that are most likely to be pirates and bomb them to oblivion.
we'll shock the crap out of these axis of ruthless pirates and awe the world of our determination to cleanse the high seas with these scum."

repelling the pirates with fire-hoses? are you kidding me? we've got more depleted uranium than we know what to do with. why not donate them to these bozos -- at 3000 feet per second.

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Tuesday, November 04, 2008


to add to my friend's post below, here's a situation that adds perspective on how number crunching on two different situations can end up to very, very different results.

NASA engineers of the Voyager Program, using mostly slide rules and primitive computers (the fastest microprocessors at the time run at less than 10 megahertz), launched a spacecraft that accomplished with perfect precision it's fly-by on all four outer planets billions of kilometers away, ending with Neptune 12 years later.

while my friend just gave an example of how even with a cadre of analysts of every stripe and millions of sophisticated risk models a day, most of the prediction output of our financial gurus are similar to what a monkey could accomplish flipping a coin blindfolded.
With all their computers, and PhDs, and cumulative knowledge in finance, economics, and statistical analysis, they were all dreaming of retiring rich early less than a year before the meltdown of the century.

Most of them were then laid-off after the less-than-perfect precision of their models flopped.

Random thoughts on politics, social issues, money, finance, sex, humor, stupidity, or just about anything, of a hatemonger, an obsessive-compulsive, and a schizophrenic forced to live in a cramped and humid apartment.