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[Hair shirt]

We somehow don’t care about the people living there who don’t even study geography at school. They lived their little lives all their lives and let them live. Did you find anything good for yourself there? Cheap country, can you live cheaply without doing anything? This is how you can waste your whole life...

So this is exactly what we are talking about. What have you wasted your life on? Or it’s almost gone. To build a house and repair foreign cars? I’ll ask again - did you dream about this when you were twenty years old? And what do you mean by “not to waste your life”?

This is exactly what I’m talking about here and now, that before it’s too late you might think about it - why am I even living? What have I seen in this life? What I have now achieved in life is it really what I wanted or not? Maybe it’s really worth it to go somewhere, see something other than your own fucks. Where everything is so bad that Belarus can’t get through anything except a loaf of bread and a tractor.

And here the point is not even to go somewhere to live somewhere better, but just to see the world. For example, you come to some country, and there are no railways there. From the word in general. For this reason, there is a network of very good roads throughout the country. Even in the deepest fucking places. And the role of electric trains is performed by regular intercity buses. In which it is like in an airplane cabin - there is a business class with a chair in which you can sleep, and there is a toilet. There is no sour cream, cottage cheese, kefir, or boiled sausage in stores. But the prices for everything else will pleasantly surprise you. The people themselves are also completely different from those you are used to at home. And they are different not only because they speak a different language. They are different in their mentality. And completely incomprehensible to you. No, they have a European appearance, but they are incomprehensible to you and their actions are unpredictable for you.

And something like this in all other countries wherever you come.
But if start learning their language and start speaking it, then a whole new world opens up before you. A whole new universe previously unknown to you. Is it really better to delve into all this shit of yours, scold (or praise) Putin, hate your neighbors because they are greedy, cunning and harmful motherfuckers who cannot be trusted? That’s what you do.

[Beluga]

why do I even live?

I just like the process itself

[Hair shirt]

Living money without doing anything... is a disgrace!

Are you going to eat this money? Money just increases opportunities. But their mere presence does not bring happiness, but only problems. You have to think about how to save them, if someone knows about them, they will either steal them from you, or ask you to borrow them without paying them back. You need to invest money in something right away. I mean in myself. If you don’t invest them in yourself, someone will definitely invest them in you. And you will remain in the ass.

To save you need to be a good economist. I once got into a conversation with one owner of a chain of stalls in Moscow. And he says that right now I’m trying not to stand still and moving on. I have a network of stalls. I am their owner. Then I’m going to slowly transfer it as if in shares to the co-owners - 50/50. I’m transferring, like, a successful stall to someone with whom I own the stall on the condition that the profit is split in half. But I no longer run the stall, but the co-owner does.

The goal is to become not a businessman but an investor. Invest money in something but not engage in the business itself. Just invest your own money. And make a profit from it. And for good measure, this is the goal of any businessman - to become an investor. And then wisely invest what you earn from entrepreneurship into someone else’s business. But you need to know this whole kitchen well, taking into account the specifics of your fucks. That is, to know how such things are done in your area. Otherwise they’ll just take away everything you have and you’ll be glad you’re still alive.

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Well, it will be difficult for you to understand the meaning of life for most people, having such primitive goals - to eat, sleep, shit, doing nothing, in different parts of the world.

What I really don’t like in this life is this fucking Soviet hypocrisy. When everything is obvious but the opponent continues to claim that everything is fucked up and that he likes everything. We lived like this for seventy years in the Soviet Union - everyone you ask likes everything. I like that there is always a fight over sausage and potatoes in the store. That is, there are no sausages or meat in the stores at all, and when people appear, people are on guard. And as soon as all this appeared - a queue and, as a result, a fight - you weren’t standing here! And I fucking liked it!

And I also liked that there was a fight and a line for alcohol at the wine shop. And also that the chickens were distributed through the trade union committee at the enterprises. It’s hard to even imagine right now. And apparently I liked that too. And also that to buy a car or furniture you had to sign up for a waiting list and wait for years. Again, through the trade union committee at the enterprise.

About primitive goals...
Actually, this is everyone’s dream - not to go anywhere for any of this damn work, but to get paid regularly and monthly at least as much as you would be paid in this or that job. I have seen these people abroad. And communicated with them. These are either Europeans, Americans, or Australians. The parents left a good inheritance, and gave it not to the heirs so that they would not waste it, but to the management of some management company with a good credit history. And the heirs simply receive from this inheritance a monthly amount that the deceased grandfather put in.

That is, these people receive approximately the same thing as you earn from repairing your foreign cars. But you just have to screw up and your earnings are not constant, but they receive their money regularly. But the difference is that they don’t go to any work. And they can do whatever they want. In your understanding, these people must either get drunk or do something stupid. But you apparently judge by yourself. For someone else, it’s just a dream - to do what you want, have money to live on and not spend your whole life filling the refrigerator and paying bills. People realize their dreams - someone wants to be a programmer. Just like that, for myself. Why not? Maybe I’ve been dreaming about it since school, but here’s the opportunity! Age is never a hindrance.

Nothing prevents you from entering a university after first passing the Unified State Exam. Having previously refreshed the school curriculum. Is it difficult to quickly take a course in school arithmetic, physics and geometry again? There will definitely be no time to drink and degenerate. But if you go to work every day or hang around in your garage repairing other people’s cars, then you will definitely never be able to do this. But if you are a rich slacker, and if your dad left you not only tattered sweatpants, then it’s very easy.

And there are very, very many such rich slackers around the world. And they are truly happy, without hypocrisy. It’s really good for them to live like this. Do what you love and have a regular income. And it’s just a dream. Very difficult to implement and accessible to few. Because most people have to go to this damn job. To pay for all the consequences that you once gave to someone and forgot to wear a condom. And for the next twenty years I have to pay for it. Hoping that the children will grow up and I will finally...
So finally!? What!?

[Beluga]

I like that there is always a fight over sausage and potatoes in the store. That is, there are no sausages or meat in the stores at all, and when people appear, people are on guard. And as soon as all this appeared - there was a queue and, as a result, a fight - you weren’t standing here!

This is a description of the last years of the existence of the USSR, or rather the 90s, and yes There are clearly too many potatoes here.

[Hair shirt]

This is a description of the last years of the existence of the USSR, or rather the 90s, and yes, potatoes are clearly superfluous here.

No way. As I remember right now - 1977. Moscow. To the supermarket. They brought a cage on wheels with paper bags of potatoes and people are fighting for these potatoes. Snatching your package over your head. And someone snatches it from your hands. The bag breaks and the potatoes roll on the floor.

And in the meat department, a fat lady with a cart drives up and literally throws out packaged sausages and boiled sausage. The people who stood in line for this sausage are losing their nerves. People freak out and rush in a crowd without a queue to these discarded sausages, and instantly they take everything apart, snatching these sausages from each other’s hands, and scatter around the hall so that they don’t take it away. And maybe we all like this and we should all be proud of this?

[Beluga]

This is a description of the last years of the existence of the USSR, or rather the 90s, and yes, potatoes are clearly superfluous here.

No way. As I remember right now - 1977. Moscow. To the supermarket. They brought a cage on wheels with paper bags of potatoes and people are fighting for these potatoes. Snatching your package over your head. And someone snatches it from your hands. The bag breaks and the potatoes roll on the floor.

And in the meat department, a fat lady with a cart drives up and literally throws out packaged sausages and boiled sausage. The people who stood in line for this sausage are losing their nerves. People freak out and rush in a crowd without a queue to these discarded sausages, and instantly they take everything apart, snatching these sausages from each other’s hands, and scatter around the hall so that they don’t take it away. And maybe we like this and we should all be proud of this?

And around this Kolyma is the birthplace of our fear and the gulag

[Hair shirt]

And around this Kolyma is the birthplace of our fear and the gulag

I don’t know how it was in Kolyma then. But I have been to Ukraine. In the city where I was, there were no meat departments at all in grocery stores - because meat was never sold in these stores. I don’t know where people got meat for food. Apparently I had to go to work, and there in the canteen there was this meat - cutlets, beef stroganoff, azu, what else was there? Lyulya kebab, it seems.
Well, in general, it’s like, it’s okay to cook different pickles at home and then get drunk at night. I came home from work, drank tea with gingerbread and went to bed - I have to get up early for work tomorrow!

Well, the villagers lived on their own farm. Almost everyone was assigned to the local collective or state farm. They were required to work corvée workdays. For this they were entitled to bonuses - permission to have a couple or three cattle on the farm. It seems that pigs and chickens could be kept without permission - they do not need to be grazed on land owned by the state. Well, accordingly, everyone in the villages had a couple or three pigs and always a cow for milk and a heifer or bull. A cow produces so much milk per day that there is nowhere to put it. And that’s why everyone started producing cottage cheese, sour cream, cream, and butter. It is not difficult. Even in urban conditions, you can make cottage cheese or 15 percent sour cream from ordinary milk. Both cottage cheese and sour cream will be no worse than store-bought ones.
Two liters of three percent milk yields half a kilo of regular cottage cheese. And with 700 grams of milk and 350 grams of forty percent cream, you get 900 grams of 15 percent sour cream. I have an Excel file where you can calculate the exact ratio of ingredients for the production of sour cream.


Well, if you have two buckets of milk a day, you can imagine how much cottage cheese you will have in a week and sour cream and cream and butter. You just can’t eat it all. And people, of course, dragged all this to the local market where supply exceeded demand. What I mean is that it was all natural and inexpensive. But there were problems with meat. It was impossible to slaughter cattle ourselves - only to hand them over to the state for slaughter for a set amount of money. But pigs were possible. But not every family could feed a pig. Therefore, the cost of pork was expensive and they kept Toko pigs for themselves. To feed the pig, it was necessary to work somewhere in a public catering facility and carry buckets of scraps home every day. It is very difficult to feed a pig. You can’t let her graze in the fields like a cow - she simply won’t find anything edible there.
That’s how things are.


But this is in Ukraine. I don’t know how it was in other places.

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And in our country they are in great demand. The loaf sells well - there is no alternative. Import will die in our fucking hearts))).

Are you completely illiterate? Where did I call my region fuckers?

[Hair shirt]

Import - will die in our fucks

Here. Black and white - in our fucks. How else can this be understood!? I understand how it’s written.
Maybe you should not smile at your thoughts in the text, but write more clearly and simply and without ambiguity?
We don’t know how to read your thoughts here. We understand what is written.
And it is written - in our fucking minds. That is, where you live.
Because if, for example, I write in our eben, it will mean that in Moscow. And nowhere else.
Not in America, not in Ukraine, not in the Stavropol region and not in Tula.

Again, we are talking about a loaf and about our fucks. Well, it’s clear what about your fucks. Because for Moscow fucks a loaf is not needed. And New York fuckers don’t need it either. And for English fuckers too. And from your words, it turns out that it is needed specifically for your fucking people.
And we are all intrigued here - what kind of fucking things are they that need a loaf of bread, and where do residents as proud as the Spanish grandees live? Who grab a pitchfork when their favorite fuckers are called fuckers?

And for the future, just think about what you write, and try to avoid ambiguity if it is so important for you, who thought what.

[etc]

Black and white - in our fucking minds

Read my question!

Where did I call my region ebony?

This is a description of the last years of the existence of the USSR, or rather the 90s, and yes, potatoes are clearly superfluous here.

Oh, don’t waste time explaining things to someone who is weak-willed. He’ll come up with a whole bunch of other tall tales for you. This is walking spam. On this page I skimmed through the beginning of the paragraphs of this scribbler - another piece of nonsense. Stop wasting time.

[Hair shirt]

Oh, don’t waste time explaining things to someone who is weak-willed. He’ll come up with a whole bunch of other tall tales for you. This is walking spam. On this page I skimmed through the beginning of the paragraphs of this scribbler - another piece of nonsense. Stop wasting time.

Man, forgive me generously. Apparently I started appealing to you with the meaning of life a little in the wrong direction. Sorry again.
It’s true that I came at you saying you need to see the world and all that. To each his own. Repair your cars, everything is fine with you, don’t worry. No better and no worse than others.
Well, it’s true that life is better somewhere – we didn’t live well, so there’s no point in starting. All of this is empty.
As they say, God endured, he told us to endure, and you too must endure!
Well, in general, don’t judge and don’t hold a grudge. I’m at the wrong address...

[King Bird]

In our fucks, the domestic Loaf has no competition. In ours - in Russian ones.

Russian bullshit is a very loose concept. One thing is the Khabarovsk Territory, where 200 km is not considered a distance, or some Volga region. "Wilderness, Saratov"...So even residents of the Far East will prefer either a Toyota Hiace or a Mitsubishi Delica. In principle, of course, a loaf will do as a second car. Going purely for fishing and hunting with friends, where it would be a pity to drive a foreign car. But having such a car as the only pop-ass for all occasions is stupid. Their engine is really nothing (if you monitor it in paranoid mode). But two serious problems with this car outweigh all its advantages. Firstly, the body is a consumable item. It just rusts like crazy. And when oil starts to leak (this is normal for domestic cars), for some reason it ends up right on the brake pads. By the way, the UAZ did not cure this sore even in the "patriot", although it would seem that it is quite a jeep.

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I don’t know where people got meat for food.

I won’t say for Ukraine , but at one time I lived in Kazan, the same garbage. Local riddle: "long, green, eyes are burning, smells of meat - what is it?" The answer is the branded train "Tatarstan", Moscow - Kazan. Locals went to the capital to shop on weekends, because the stores were crazy. And this, by the way, is the capital of the autonomous region. And what happened in the outback is completely impossible to understand. We went from small towns to Kazan and managed to catch something. Probably, Ukraine and other regions are the same. That’s why everyone in the army united against the Muscovites. In fact, the boys were not guilty of anything, but they were hit in the face simply because they were from Moscow. Stuffed up. There were good times, so what...

[etc]

Russian bullshit is a very loose concept. One thing is the Khabarovsk Territory, where 200 km is not considered a distance, or some Volga region. "Wilderness, Saratov"...So even residents of the Far East will prefer either a Toyota Hiace or a Mitsubishi Delica. In principle, of course, a loaf will do as a second car. Going purely for fishing and hunting with friends, where it would be a pity to drive a foreign car. But having such a car as the only pop-ass for all occasions is stupid. Their engine is really nothing (if you monitor it in paranoid mode). But two serious problems with this car outweigh all its advantages. Firstly, the body is a consumable item. It just rusts like crazy. And when oil starts to leak (this is normal for domestic cars), for some reason it ends up right on the brake pads. By the way, the UAZ did not cure this sore even in the "patriot", although it would seem that it is quite a jeep

The loaf rots for a very long time). There is no service in the fucking places, so they use a loaf. In the north it’s an ass, and there the relatives prefer trucks - MAZs)). As a main vehicle, it can be used with disc brakes and power steering. I installed the disk ones, and it immediately became easier. And it’s nice to ride in the forest, everything fits in, you sit in your boots).

[Hair shirt]

In principle, of course, a loaf will do as a second car.

I served in the army and in our artillery regiment there was a radar unit intelligence. Back then, the people in the army apparently experimented and apparently foresaw artillery duels. And that’s why he came up with the radar service. Its essence was to detect enemy artillery when it was working. And quickly take coordinates, taking into account the fact that there was no trace of GPS at that time. And there in this unit there was some kind of equipment for this, and it was all based on loaves. They contained gyroscopes and some other equipment. And for some reason these loaves were carried into raids for operations.

All the equipment in the artillery regiment was based on MTLB, MTLB, Gaz-66, Urals, Zil 131, a couple of batters, one mess and one PRP based on BMP. All this equipment went at least well off-road. It broke, of course, but it ran fine. But there were very serious problems with these loaves. Well, they didn’t pull in any way compared to the above-mentioned equipment. There was even a wild idea to simply load this loaf into the back of the Ural and carry it around like that. And there were four loaves. And they always had something that didn’t even break, no. It just fucking fell off on the go.

And the UAZ was also not even considered for taking with us on raids on operations. But there was only one UAZ in the regiment. On it, the regiment commander drove back and forth throughout the division.
But everyone who was accustomed to serious equipment looked at this UAZ and was touched by how cute and toy-like it was.

I am writing all this because what if we talk about fucking, they need Gaz-66 or Ural. In general, probably nothing better than a horse has yet been invented.
And in general, passenger cars were originally designed for roads. And where there are none, I think you just need to forget about cars. One mockery of the car.

[Pierro]

our Pushkinist.. he, it turns out, is an auto-expert.. too..)

[Hair shirt]

our Pushkinist.. he, it turns out, is also an auto expert.. too..)

During operations, he often, on his own initiative, got behind the wheel of an armored personnel carrier (BTR- 60). It has two engines, it seems from Gaz-51. Eight wheels with independent suspension. The most passable off-road vehicle after the Urals. And after some time I acquired the skill of driving off-road simply without paying attention to any roads. This skill has its own nuances. They are difficult to explain, you need to show in practice what and how. Where you can’t accelerate, and where you need to go with acceleration, and where you shouldn’t click the fuck, and very quickly decide where exactly to turn. Well, we also need intuition that right now we need to turn along this track, and not along that one. Why? Who the hell knows why, but there’s absolutely no need to turn there!

And then, when I came back from the army, I went to my mother-in-law’s dacha in the Tula region. And there it’s about twenty kilometers from the highway to the dacha along a dirt road. And in the spring, a Kirov driver or a Belarusian tractor will pass along this dirt road, and they leave a rut up to the waist - drive your dear two or four classic!
So, after the army, I calmly walked along these ruts there - the main thing is that two wheels the diagonals constantly had traction with the ground. It’s difficult to control visually, you just need to feel this moment with your ass.

It’s like when you walk up the stairs - you don’t look at your feet, but you definitely place your foot on the next step. And here it’s the same.
But still, of course, rural roads like these with tractors running along them are a mockery for cars.

[Pierro]

you just need to feel this moment with your ass

the eye is caught..)
I’m sure you suck.. the best!))

[Hair shirt]

the eye is caught..)
I’m sure, and you suck.. better than anyone!))

You will probably be surprised but civilian pilots feel and control the plane during takeoff and landing with their butts. I talked to the pilots about this. They say that no flight simulator gives you the sensations of flight that you experience during a real landing. And it is the sensations received from the fifth point that provide information about further manipulations of the steering wheel. And I also heard from pilots that what they are most afraid of is forgetting how to fly during forced pauses in flights. Well, there’s a vacation or some kind of surgery.

And they claim that it’s possible to forget how to fly - you’ll just stop feeling in your butt what you felt before. And accordingly, you will no longer be able to fly competently and correctly. And it is impossible to hide. When you started landing a plane worse than your co-pilot-student.

Well, as for your trolling, it doesn’t do you any credit - it’s just some kind of school teenage hooliganism.
It’s kind of boring all this. Is this why you come to this forum here, to troll someone?
This is forgivable for schoolchildren. I was once like that myself.
But if you are an adult man, then in my opinion this is just some kind of mental deviation. Nothing else comes to mind.

[Pierro]

this does not do you any honor

why?)

[Hair shirt]

why?)

Because they will simply stop communicating with you. That’s all. There is a tool for this on the forum - just add your nickname to the stop list and your messages will not be visible. They will simply stop reading you, and accordingly they will stop communicating with you. That’s all you will achieve. I’ll ask again - why do you come here? To communicate with interesting people on interesting topics? Or to poke people with a stick and enjoy how angry it makes them?

If the latter, then you shouldn’t do it. Because they will simply stop communicating with you.
Is this what you are trying to achieve?
But why?
If you are a teenager, then I can still understand this. But if it’s an adult man, then in my opinion there is only one explanation - something is wrong with the psyche. And then you definitely shouldn’t communicate with such a person twice.