Detlev SixMonday December 17th, 2012
Please, dear politicians, keep up the drug ban.
Our living depends on it.
How else are we supposed to earn half a billion dollars?
The drug ban is our business model.
Sure, there are some side effects.
The death-rate in the Mexican drug war is 24 times higher than in the Afghanistan war.
That is Guatemala is even 240 times higher.
Not nice either.
More countries have fatalities in the drug war than had in WW-II. Something we had not planned in this way.
But to make up for it, we create jobs.
In the banks, where our money is laundered. 10,000 jobs alone at DEA.
That is the US drug authority. Each day, hundreds of new jobs at CCA.
That is the jail concern.
We even make your cities a safer place to live in
You have only us to thank for the fact that 108,000 of the 660,000 inhabitants of Baltimore were in jail at the same time.
Never was there a time when the streets of Baltimore looked more lovable.
Please, dear politicians,
just think about our oh-so-modest wish,
and remember all those little contributions we make to your private accounts.
Here is my private Christmas wish:
Please, dear IF blog readers, do not listen to the drug barons.
Do something against the drug ban.
The war against drugs cannot be won.
You cannot kill drugs with guns.
And drug warriors and drug barons will grow back just like the poppy seed on the opium fields.
End the drug war!
End the lucrative drug business!
Put your signature underneath the petition for abolishing the drug ban!
Here is the web site “Breaking the Taboo”
(Translated by EG)
Detlev SixThursday July 5th, 2012
There is just one sort of politician.
The growth politician.
The only thing he ever learned is how to distribute growth. It is the easiest way of doing the job, because being a growth politician, you will not have to hurt anybody by taking something from them. Everybody gets something. Of the growth. One politician shows generosity towards his voters, so does the next. If there is no growth, you create growth: by debt.
The debt is distributed and becomes part of the total economical product. Its increase each year is about 1 to 2 per cent. If you have a 3% rate of new debt each year, you basically get the result that you have no growth, but since nobody comes and actually puts the two numbers next to each other, what you get is: growth.
In theory, there should also be such a thing as a politician of shortage. But there is no place where you can train to be one. Consequently, he does not exist. He would certainly not be very popular. Even in Germany. The only politician in this country who ever took something away from the people since WW-II was Gerhard Schröder.
He did not last long, did he? Angela Merkel, who orders other countries to be more thrifty, does nothing of the sort in this country. As before, our national debt increases all the time. But, as I said, you cannot hold that against a growth politician, because there is no place where the other sort of politician is trained. The only institution that trains politicians of shortage is life. Only a catastrophe will drastically change your curriculum.
Politicians of shortage learn to do their own thinking, instead of chasing their voter’s carrots. Even growth politicians do not always fall for what their voters say. (At the moment, they actually tell us it is good to be thrifty. But as soon as it is all about their own standards, they cannot bark loud enough while pointing their fingers towards the others.
Experienced growth politicians ignore these kinds of polls). Since old, satiated societies with high standards stand against young, hungry societies with low standards, waiting for the catastrophe will not get boring for us. Perhaps those who are a little older today will even see a new generation of politicians of shortage. To be sure, they will not bring us prosperity, but perhaps, with a little luck, the way down to the bottom can be slowed a little.
Politically correct, we might call this hyper growth brake (haven’t we seen a good example of the beneficial effect of phrases with debt brake? Because whenever we talk about it, what we mean is not at all minimizing old debts. All it means is that the new debt will not increase quite as fast as the old one did). Besides, all catastrophes also proved to bring something good in their wake: afterwards, the societies that were affected had a little more equality.
(Translated by EG)
Detlev SixThursday January 26th, 2012
The 3,000th January-visitor enters the IF Blog.
That is a new visitor record.
Regardless of the facts:
The blog has no ideas.
Its dialogue design is poorer than substandard.
It only inspires those who are truly hardened to write comments.
A number of diametrically differing authors.
And even too few of those.
So what does the IF Blog have to offer?
Well: Roland Dürre.
His brutish commitment.
His huge range of topics.
From scrum project leadership to beer project management.
Or was it the other way around with project leadership and project management?
From the ultra monologue-lover Lay to the super dialogue-lover Wood.
Roland, in times of progressive atomization – right up to the one-man-crowd – you brought together a veritable blog community.
My congratulations know no limits!
And you, out there on keyboard and mouse!
Cheer For Him!
Click, click Hurrah!
(Translated by EG)
Detlev SixWednesday January 25th, 2012
Statue on Top=Clubs.
Now the colours are clear. The value of a card is supplied by the last digit of the time of death. Consequently, 1935 is a Five,. 1931 a one for an Ace. If there are more than two names to a tombstone, then its a Jack. Three names are a Queen, four or more a King.
The game can commence.
You play it like Texas Hold’em, just reverted. First, you lay out five normal poker cards openly and let the players give their stake. Then the players look for the two cards lying on their faces in the form of a tombstone on the cemetary. Players always .come in pairs, because only two partners can manage the following stunt: they can select random tombstones as their cards if, well, if they can find a live, full bridge between the two tombstones. So if two tombstones are supposed to play together, the hand of one partner can, for instance, be on the tombstone, the foot can have contact with the foot of the partner, who then has to touch the second tombstone at least with his fingertip.
Should anybody be allowed to play this sort of game? Aren’t we, again, dealing with a case of calculated taboo breaking? Is now even the dignity of a cemetary no longer a sacred thing?
Detlev SixWednesday December 7th, 2011
Risk: Where are you going to spent thisChristmas?
HL: Well, one thing is certain: far away from you.
Risk: Aren’t you putting distance between me and you already all the time?
HL: Yes, you can say that, ever since Lehmann.
Risk: At the time, you were still liable.
HL: But afterwards…
Risk: Yes, I know. I came up with the trick of calling it systemic.
HL: I certainly appreciate it very much.
Risk: You always envied me, didn’t you?
HL: You can say that again. You were always the one who partied and I was the one who had to clean after you.
Risk: Well, I did not think the job-sharing was too bad.
HL: Let sleeping dogs lie. Ever since I separated from you, I am feeling just great.
Risk: Can you believe all the things they do in order to tame me? Transaction tax, rescue umbrellas, Euro Bonds …
Detlev SixThursday December 1st, 2011
once upon a time. we were all of us experts. everyone was proficient in something special. something none of the others was able to do. much of it was just for show. self-portrayal. rather pompous peacocking. but at least we earned money doing it. money with which we were able to pay the rent. or to buy a small house. to dress. to give our children an education.
then came the gentlemen of cloud. google and co. they had a wonderful idea. sharing knowledge. so we shared. all of a sudden, everybody was a musician. then everybody was a film producer.
the techniques were called mash up or remix. or else, everybody was an ad writer. the general formula was content, instead of idea. the programmers were those who resisted longest. some of them were given a job by the cloud gentlemen. the others usurped the open source recommendations with their favourite trick.
Detlev SixTuesday October 11th, 2011
I am a little tipsy, if not quite drunk; perhaps not really unusual for a detective; yet insufferable for a business crime detective called homo oeconomicus, unless the drunkenness is absolutely predictable.
I am currently involved in a self-test with a precisely quadrangular whiskey bottle with precisely quadrangular glasses, connected by a logarithmic scale. I thought it was practical and close to reality, but, as – due to the drums in my head – I just discover it was a rather dilettant attempt and perhaps treason against a purely rational doctrin.
My next experiment should be with an
alcohol-efficiency-device with a wonderful algorithm
that even takes the evaporation at the storage place into consideration -
along with long-term weather recording of the micro climate.
Future drunkenness should, therefore, be exactly calculable.
To 1% remaining drunkenness within a precisely determined
time. With a precision level significance of 5% of
the Kolmogorov-Smirnov test.
But here is my new experience, which gives me quite a bit of hope.
New York City University.
Detlev SixWednesday October 5th, 2011
The new iPhone is an improvement, but not the jackpot.
Under Steve Jobs, it was different. Three jackpots in a row: iPod. iPhone. iPad.
“The most important tool I ever had for realizing that I had to come up with decisions was the knowledge that I had not long left to live.“
That is what Steve Jobs said a few years ago, when he was already marked by cancer, answering the question about his main drive.
And he continued by saying:
Detlev SixTuesday July 5th, 2011
Thou must not write because of the cheap prostitute „the public“.
Thou must not write for shallow applaus.
Thou must not write with the purpose of teaching.
Thou must not write in order to impress your neighbour’s wife.
Thou must not write in order to praise your higher mental self.
Thou must not write in order to be an antipode to Chris.
Thou must not write for the good of the famous blog caretaker.
Thou must not write because you wish to flee the boredom of everyday life.
Thou must not write in order to trim the coat of InterFace.
Thou should write because the written word is a better presentation of your inner self than the spoken word can ever be.
(Translated by EG)
Detlev SixFriday December 10th, 2010
1st step: tying up traffic.
2nd step: tying up finances and telecommunication.
3rd step: tying up the energy supply.
A mixture of first-class hackers and Warm Guns.
Die Hard 4.0
What can you assume about people who are behind the manifesto “The Future Uprising”?