It’s been a couple of weeks since my last missive, so I have more aggravation than usual built up. Well, my retard neighbors have been up to their usual stupidity, and I’m more than just a little bit pissed off about their goddamned dogs running loose with neither shots nor a fucking collar. Now usually, I would simply call the dog catcher [again] but I think it may be time to just take the fuckers for a little ride. They are both pit bulls from a local puppy mill someone probably has set up in a back yard, and they have been crapping all over the neighborhood, pissing on car wheels, knocking over trash cans and digging up flower beds. Enough is enough. Talking to these people is like talking to brick anymore, so I will take the matter in to my own hands.
In addition to the dogs, Jethro “lost” his job, so he haunts the streets looking for scrap metal, not really trying to find a job, and his skank of a wife just sits around all day doing little or nothing as well. They say idle hands are the devils workshop and I find it to be largely true. While Jethro knows all too well not to fuck with me or mine, he stands accused of breaking in to several sheds around the neighborhood and stealing small tools. This is worrisome on several levels, not the least of which is the fact that a hungry man will ultimately do just about anything to get something to eat, so eventually he may decide to chance it and have a look see at my house while we’re gone someday. The house is alarmed, but he local cops are not famous for their rapid response to burglar alarms. Add to all of that the fact these idiots were renting their damned furniture from Rent-A-Center and had it all repossessed and you have the perfect recipe for desperation.
If the neighbortards were my only problem I would probably be able to just suck it up and deal with it, but I am never that lucky……ever. I recently had an employee who was pretty seriously injured as a direct result of violating two extremely important safety protocols on a 40,000 psi water rifle, and now we’re not only facing a huge jump in our work comp rates and the accompanying jump in our EMR as a result, but this dude is claiming WE instructed him to bypass the safeties and that it was common knowledge that we did. Although the claim is patently false, it opens us up to a serious lawsuit, which is going to cost no less twenty large to fight. So now, some scumbag ambulance chaser is going to suck our blood for a while. I just can’t catch a fucking break.
The sprinkles on top of the shit sundae was discovering that my demolition subcontractor found out the reinforced concrete walls on the launch bunker we’re demolishing at Launch Complex 13 are twelve feet thick. Twelve fucking feet! What the hell were these guys thinking about when they built this monster? The whole thing is/was covered in twenty feet of stabilized sand and capped with a foot thick cover. You could have probably ridden out a nuke blast in this thing. Of course there were no as-built drawings on this monster, and at the pre-bid meeting we were told the walls were only three feet thick, but the prime contractor is so far refusing to chase down a change order. If ever we had grounds to get more money, this is the time man…..this is definitely the time.
Imagine a concrete igloo about a hundred feet across and forty five feet tall on the inside. Now imagine this igloo has twelve foot thick concrete walls with twenty four mats of reinforcing steel going in both directions, and alternating between three quarters of an inch thick rods and two and a half inch thick rods. Now cover the whole thing with twenty feet of stabilized sand and pour another foot thick, steel reinforced concrete shell on top of the whole thing to absorb the harmonic tremors induced when a rocket is launched. I swear to God I think the concrete was only poured on this thing to keep the rain out. I have never in my entire life seen this much steel rod in concrete……ever. This fucker is absolutely unbelievable and I have no choice to continue on because we have been directed to proceed with compensation TBD at a later date. This means that when you contract with Uncle Sugar, you can be directed to proceed with nearly anything they want and you have to do so or be in breach of contract. This means I will probably be taking it in the ass on this thing and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Even though the Government did not direct us, and we have no privity of contract with them, the prime contractor does and as a result he can invoke any or all of the terms of his own contract with the Government, which he is doing to me right now. Again, I can’t seem to catch a fucking break.
Now, everyone knows that in addition to sprinkles and cream on top of a shit sundae there has to be a cherry…….right? Well the cherry on top came in the form of an asshole demolition contractor on another job we’re performing that involves not only asbestos abatement and lead abatement, but removal of around 450,000 lineal feet of dozens of types of wire containing varying amounts of copper. I wrangled this deal in exchange for a very low price on the abatement work, and as a direct result of an asbestos survey, using outdated information which identified some areas which were purported to contain wires with the old school asbestos cloth insulation. What they didn’t know at bid time was that I was the contractor who removed said wire fifteen years ago, but never mind that, they didn’t need that information. I got the wire put in my contract, and so far we have recovered and stripped around 85,000 pounds of wire from the Merritt Island Tracking Station [MILA] which is being demolished as I write this, and have another 60,000 pounds of big ass feeder cable to strip yet. Anyway, the demolition contractor, Cleveland Wrecking, is extremely pissed about this revelation because it represented a significant bonus for them and they no longer held title, so they have been busting my balls ever since they showed up around two weeks ago.
Now, the fun began on Wednesday when the track hoe operator, who is a major dickweed, decides to make my field superintendent miserable by cracking his nuts every chance he gets. This fucktard took around 5,000 feet of wire we had separated by grade and type, wadded it all up with the track hoe and pushed a half a load of garbage and dirt in to what was now a big ball of fuck. In retaliation, my Super put a big old milk snake in the cab of his machine at lunch time the next day and scared the shit out of him. It went back and forth until the wrecking super decided he needed to dig a four foot deep and ten foot wide trench across the access road, forcing my guys to hump out the remaining wire and cable by hand, a three hundred and fifty foot trek that they were none too happy to make. We finished out on Friday, abandoning several thousand feet of wire and copper wave guide tubes from Radar #2 and a number of really fat com wire bundles. But hey, what the hell, why be greedy……..right?
So now it’s Saturday, and I’m sitting here with a cold can of suds at 4:30 bitching about it all and getting it off my chest. Maybe Monday brings better times and better luck……but I doubt it. We’ll see.
Fuck ‘em and feed’ em fish heads I say. That’s always the best way!
Sorry about the rant.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Friday Rant…
Ok, so its Friday……like that makes some kind of difference at this point. Tomorrow is Saturday and the next day is Sunday…….and it will all still be just as fucked up as it is today. All week long I have been pounded by idiots over one stupid ass thing or another, some of it so completely insignificant as to make me lose my temper at the knucklehead who brought it to my attention in the first place. I spent the entire first half of my week embroiled in a dispute over a long standing and widely disseminated general rule involving the proper control and disposal of materials containing less than one percent asbestos. The individual pressing the full court on this is a newbie at the Space Center, with around three months experience, having just recently graduated the intern program, joining the full-time environmental team. This brat was of the opinion that since he was working “under the direct supervision” of the director of the asbestos program, that he was to be revered as a God. He was wrong.
In a meeting Thursday, I had a showdown with this punk that took him completely by surprise, as it did nearly all those in attendance……..with the notable exception of his boss, the Program Director. The boy had been pounding us over and over about the need to construct a full negative pressure containment, in order to “correctly” remove over twelve thousand square feet of drywall with joint compound containing around two percent asbestos. However, as the law in the State of Florida allows, just as the asbestos program guidelines do, we tested the material as a system, meaning we tested a representative cross-section of the joint compound, tape and gypsum board, and returned an asbestos content of less than one percent as observed by an independent, third party analyst using polarized light microscopy. Our project had been held up by this college puke for two weeks because he could not get it through his thick skull that we did not have to jump through his flaming hoops, we only had to supply respiratory protection to our workers and nothing more.
I challenged squid-boy about the law, the program requirements, the written engineer’s specifications and his own flawed interpretation of the requirements, in a final attempt to show him the light and the way. He remained stubborn to the end. At this point, the Program Director was just sitting and patiently listening to our dialogue, since I had already spent an hour with him in his office explaining in great detail how I intended to proceed, presenting him with my empirical data backing up my position. He already knew the outcome, but wanted to see if squid-boy was going to go all the way with his point, or give in to common sense and reality. At the end of my presentation I looked around the table and saw nearly everyone nodding in agreement with my sensible, realistic and cogent presentation, all but squid-boy that is. With a defiant look on his mug, and a hint of fear, he stood up like he was preparing to address parliament or something, and announced that he was shutting the project down because of his environmental concerns, and he would notify us when we would be allowed to start back up. He further elucidated that he was going to get the state Department of Environmental Protection involved, because he felt as though we [read: Ancona] were ignoring “important environmental precedents and laws” [WTF????? Really??], and could not be trusted to proceed without full-time, close up observation to insure we were following protocols.
That was when I broke formation and burst out laughing. I don’t mean a short “you’re an idiot” chortle either, I mean a long and sincere belly laugh that became contagious in the room, so much so that the Program director joined in as well. Squid-boy was enraged, his face puffed up and red, beads of sweat on his forehead and trembling with fury. I thought the boy was going to go apoplectic at this point. Now, [and this is the fun part], he had gotten away with merely being a dip-shit to this point, and had not yet actually done anything “wrong”, but that changed in one quick hurry. Visibly furious, and without any ammunition [not even blanks] he started pointing at me and yelling insults, as if this would somehow win his argument and make his flawed logic valid. It only made me laugh harder.
Now, I have seen people go off the deep end, and I have seen some pretty awesome temper tantrums in my day, but this was right up there with the world champion of complete and total breakdowns. The kid was beyond return and I think he knew it, because he just didn’t stop. It was like watching that little prick holding mommies hand in the line at the store, while screaming and flailing because she won’t give in and let him get any candy.
We just kept laughing.
Squid-boy was so angry now that he was crying just a little bit, and he had those white flecks of foam beginning to form at the corners of his mouth. He had nowhere to run; he was trapped by his own stupidity and he fucking well knew it, just as everyone else in the room knew it as we watched his melt down in complete and utter amazement. This would be one for the record books, and I am sure the story will be told at the water cooler for a full generation to come. At this point, he knew that no one had his back and was desperate for validation, so he did the unthinkable. Squid-boy turned to the program Director and said, ”You’re supposed to back me up mother fucker, not just sit there like a fucking retard and let these assholes do ‘this’ to me”.
I couldn’t believe it.
Sometimes in life, we get to witness things that are so utterly amazing they defy our ability to assign the proper adjectives to describe them. This was one of those times. The laughing stopped as quickly as it started, and Squid-boy suddenly realized what he had done. We all sort of looked around at each other, then turned nearly in unison and stared at Squid-boy in amazement, having all of us just witnessed a man completely and irreparably self destruct. The director stood up and looked down at his notebook while slowly shaking his head from side to side. He seemed to be searching for the right words, because he stood there for the longest time, which made Squid-boy, who was now seated, visibly shaken.
When he finally spoke, he looked directly at me and addressed me personally. He said, “I have reviewed your work plan of action and have approved it unconditionally. You may proceed with the removal using the methods and engineering controls you describe in the plan. In addition, I see no need for any oversight beyond your construction inspector’s usual routine, since I have known you for eighteen years and have no doubts about the quality of your work, nor your professional integrity.” Then, he turned to Squid-boy and said at him, “I want to apologize for my technician, his outburst was significantly less than professional, and in no way reflects the sentiments of my group or NASA”.
At that, Squid-boy grabbed his notes, phone and water bottle and stormed out of the room.
So, for the second time this year, a spoiled, selfish college puke self-destructed right there in front of me. It is a sad commentary that these kids are being shit out of the “education system” like so many turds, seemingly led to believe that when they are in charge or have been given some level of authority that they should never be challenged, just as their professors had acted while brainwashing them. This young man is only twenty three or twenty four, and truly believes that he is “entitled” to the same level of respect that I give his boss [after eighteen years], by simple virtue of the little scrap of paper they gave him when he graduated. He does not understand that it is experience, reputation, integrity and the application of professional ethic that earns a man respect. He fully believes that because he is charged with some level of responsibility that he is automatically granted the respect and attention given to long tenured professional in his office.
I can now fully understand why our government will never survive. We are filling up the ranks of federal employees with entitles, privileged arrogant kids who have been taught that respect comes first and work comes later. Their generation is the “You ‘got to respect me” generation, raised on violent video games and thug rap, babysat by the television and MTV. They are cocky and full of themselves, having been taught to be so by the generation that brought us the sexual revolution and hippie culture of the sixties, which grew up to become the “educators” of today.
These are the same kids that we see at occupy rallies, and they are the same people we will see standing in like for hand-outs when the shit hits the fan.
In a meeting Thursday, I had a showdown with this punk that took him completely by surprise, as it did nearly all those in attendance……..with the notable exception of his boss, the Program Director. The boy had been pounding us over and over about the need to construct a full negative pressure containment, in order to “correctly” remove over twelve thousand square feet of drywall with joint compound containing around two percent asbestos. However, as the law in the State of Florida allows, just as the asbestos program guidelines do, we tested the material as a system, meaning we tested a representative cross-section of the joint compound, tape and gypsum board, and returned an asbestos content of less than one percent as observed by an independent, third party analyst using polarized light microscopy. Our project had been held up by this college puke for two weeks because he could not get it through his thick skull that we did not have to jump through his flaming hoops, we only had to supply respiratory protection to our workers and nothing more.
I challenged squid-boy about the law, the program requirements, the written engineer’s specifications and his own flawed interpretation of the requirements, in a final attempt to show him the light and the way. He remained stubborn to the end. At this point, the Program Director was just sitting and patiently listening to our dialogue, since I had already spent an hour with him in his office explaining in great detail how I intended to proceed, presenting him with my empirical data backing up my position. He already knew the outcome, but wanted to see if squid-boy was going to go all the way with his point, or give in to common sense and reality. At the end of my presentation I looked around the table and saw nearly everyone nodding in agreement with my sensible, realistic and cogent presentation, all but squid-boy that is. With a defiant look on his mug, and a hint of fear, he stood up like he was preparing to address parliament or something, and announced that he was shutting the project down because of his environmental concerns, and he would notify us when we would be allowed to start back up. He further elucidated that he was going to get the state Department of Environmental Protection involved, because he felt as though we [read: Ancona] were ignoring “important environmental precedents and laws” [WTF????? Really??], and could not be trusted to proceed without full-time, close up observation to insure we were following protocols.
That was when I broke formation and burst out laughing. I don’t mean a short “you’re an idiot” chortle either, I mean a long and sincere belly laugh that became contagious in the room, so much so that the Program director joined in as well. Squid-boy was enraged, his face puffed up and red, beads of sweat on his forehead and trembling with fury. I thought the boy was going to go apoplectic at this point. Now, [and this is the fun part], he had gotten away with merely being a dip-shit to this point, and had not yet actually done anything “wrong”, but that changed in one quick hurry. Visibly furious, and without any ammunition [not even blanks] he started pointing at me and yelling insults, as if this would somehow win his argument and make his flawed logic valid. It only made me laugh harder.
Now, I have seen people go off the deep end, and I have seen some pretty awesome temper tantrums in my day, but this was right up there with the world champion of complete and total breakdowns. The kid was beyond return and I think he knew it, because he just didn’t stop. It was like watching that little prick holding mommies hand in the line at the store, while screaming and flailing because she won’t give in and let him get any candy.
We just kept laughing.
Squid-boy was so angry now that he was crying just a little bit, and he had those white flecks of foam beginning to form at the corners of his mouth. He had nowhere to run; he was trapped by his own stupidity and he fucking well knew it, just as everyone else in the room knew it as we watched his melt down in complete and utter amazement. This would be one for the record books, and I am sure the story will be told at the water cooler for a full generation to come. At this point, he knew that no one had his back and was desperate for validation, so he did the unthinkable. Squid-boy turned to the program Director and said, ”You’re supposed to back me up mother fucker, not just sit there like a fucking retard and let these assholes do ‘this’ to me”.
I couldn’t believe it.
Sometimes in life, we get to witness things that are so utterly amazing they defy our ability to assign the proper adjectives to describe them. This was one of those times. The laughing stopped as quickly as it started, and Squid-boy suddenly realized what he had done. We all sort of looked around at each other, then turned nearly in unison and stared at Squid-boy in amazement, having all of us just witnessed a man completely and irreparably self destruct. The director stood up and looked down at his notebook while slowly shaking his head from side to side. He seemed to be searching for the right words, because he stood there for the longest time, which made Squid-boy, who was now seated, visibly shaken.
When he finally spoke, he looked directly at me and addressed me personally. He said, “I have reviewed your work plan of action and have approved it unconditionally. You may proceed with the removal using the methods and engineering controls you describe in the plan. In addition, I see no need for any oversight beyond your construction inspector’s usual routine, since I have known you for eighteen years and have no doubts about the quality of your work, nor your professional integrity.” Then, he turned to Squid-boy and said at him, “I want to apologize for my technician, his outburst was significantly less than professional, and in no way reflects the sentiments of my group or NASA”.
At that, Squid-boy grabbed his notes, phone and water bottle and stormed out of the room.
So, for the second time this year, a spoiled, selfish college puke self-destructed right there in front of me. It is a sad commentary that these kids are being shit out of the “education system” like so many turds, seemingly led to believe that when they are in charge or have been given some level of authority that they should never be challenged, just as their professors had acted while brainwashing them. This young man is only twenty three or twenty four, and truly believes that he is “entitled” to the same level of respect that I give his boss [after eighteen years], by simple virtue of the little scrap of paper they gave him when he graduated. He does not understand that it is experience, reputation, integrity and the application of professional ethic that earns a man respect. He fully believes that because he is charged with some level of responsibility that he is automatically granted the respect and attention given to long tenured professional in his office.
I can now fully understand why our government will never survive. We are filling up the ranks of federal employees with entitles, privileged arrogant kids who have been taught that respect comes first and work comes later. Their generation is the “You ‘got to respect me” generation, raised on violent video games and thug rap, babysat by the television and MTV. They are cocky and full of themselves, having been taught to be so by the generation that brought us the sexual revolution and hippie culture of the sixties, which grew up to become the “educators” of today.
These are the same kids that we see at occupy rallies, and they are the same people we will see standing in like for hand-outs when the shit hits the fan.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Sunday Rant
So, thank God it’s Saturday. After this past week, I truly began to wonder if people are not going completely fucking insane. After some of the usual government paperwork bullshit, I had a prime contractor we are under contract with actually approach the government, point out some obscure passage in our specifications [last used at the Salem Witch Trials] and demand that the government demand that my firm comply with an insane paperwork submission, requiring thirty of my administrative hours, and serving absolutely zero constructive purpose. Shit like this simply cannot be made up, and it happens to me more times than I care to recount. Suffice it to say, I was beyond angry, actually I became [uncharacteristically violent]. I approached this fucktard and cornered him in their office trailer, and with no back-up, proceeded to explain to him exactly how displeased I was with his actions, and attempt to educate him about working in the “real world” versus working for the government [he is a recent lay-off/buyout from NASA Safety]. Well, needless to say, he was unwilling to peer over the side of the box, within which he has resided for thirty years, and simply cowered behind his mound of paper, you know, the paper behind which people like that hide when they have no defense? More than anything, I wanted to vent my anger and frustration with a massive haymaker to the skull, while simultaneously going crazy spider monkey on this jackass. Needless to say, Mr. Rational took control and I merely stormed out, slamming every door in my wake with enough force to dislodge framed certificates and ego oriented diplomas from the trailer walls. My ire was now known by all.
After leaving DogBoy to his specifications and paper cuts, I proceeded to Safety to demand an explanation. As usual, it was kind of like trying to herd cats, so I quickly changed gears and broke the chain of command, and approached the contracting officer, with whom I enjoy a personal relationship on a completely different level, in an attempt to cut through the bullshit. The CO, a firm believer in streamlining, then called DogBoy and explained that NASA did in fact NOT want this unnecessary paperwork, and if he continued to press the subject, he would demand he be replaced with someone willing to “work with NASA on solutions” instead of being a fucking problem. Well, in the end, DogBoy backed off, but I pissed off the one guy who can and will step on my dick on a daily basis. I’ll keep you informed during the next three months of performance on this project.
This experience is outside the norm in commercial construction and environmental remediation circles, as the Owner is always looking to streamline the process to save money. At the government level, I am constantly reminded that “public servants” could give a shit less how much it costs, so long as “my job” isn’t affected. Just try and get someone to push a fucking button or make a decision..…..I dare you. They are taught that with power, comes the possibility that your head could end up on a plate with garnish, so no one is willing to make a hard decision or move a process along faster than a turd rolling up-hill.
OK, so I survived my encounters early in the week, and my neighbors have been so quiet as to make it unnaturally quiet around my house, almost spooky. I guess that’s OK for now.
I come home and turn on the news. Mistake number two. Already agitated, I listened to some bobble-head with a fucking wry smile talk about how this Zimmerman guy “is guilty of murder”, without so much as having read the police report, seeing all the video evidence, reading the paramedics report after having treated Zimmerman for injuries during the events leading to the shot fired and on and on and on. Exactly when did our country decide that it was our right to try and convict a man on snippets of information, gained through a sound-bite on TV? He’s “guilty”? Really? Well……that’s news to me!! Unless I woke up in Nazi fucking Germany today, we are all innocent until proven guilty. Period. I am sick and tired of watching ‘perp walks’ on TV, as suspects are paraded in front of cameras to be convicted by the court of public opinion. We have the usual race baiting riot hustlers, Jackson and Sharpton being joined by our mother fucking president for Christ’s sake! What the hell!?!?!?! The POTUS needs to be the one to tell everyone to keep the fuck calm until the facts have been analyzed by the authorities and interviews of witnesses have been completed. Why is it that when a black kid is involved in violence, and the opposition is white, that all of a sudden it is ALWAYS racism? What about the other 85% of crimes committed every day by a small minority of the population; African American men between the ages of 12 and 35? What about the Hispanic kid who got beat nearly to death in California this week while walking home from the store? Where the hell are Jesse and the President on this one? It seems to me that the President has more important things on his plate to comment on than some thug who was shot after an altercation. Oh…….he wasn’t a thug? Really? His twitter handle was No limit nigga, and he had a rap sheet that includes violent attacks and drugs. Of course, the MSM simply ignores this while fanning the flames of racial tension in the name of ratings. It doesn’t matter that there are facts that haven’t been released to protect both Trayvon and Zimmerman, it only matters that they have a four year old picture of a chubby cheeked young boy with a cherubic smile, not the picture of a snarling thug, which Drudge had the courage to print.
I am so completely withdrawn from this bullshit that I really don’t care anymore. We have the DHS buying 450 million rounds of ammunition, and I simply no longer care. When do the executions begin? I don’t know and no longer care. We have the Supreme Court ruling on Obamacare, which is so clearly unconstitutional that to rule it legal will destroy any remaining faith that we actually have a functioning constitutional republic. I just don’t care anymore either way. Fuck it and bury it.
All I care about anymore is my family and our survival. Period. I see now that there is nothing that an individual can do to stem the rising tide of government intervention in to our lives. I see there is nothing I can do as and individual to effect change. All I can do is continue to hammer my representatives to do the right thing in the Congress. That’s it.
I think I will just keep on prepping, stacking and storing, because I see the acceleration of our republic’s demise, yet those who would be in a position to effect change and rescue us from an untimely demise are so captured by the military industrial complex and corporate interests that it is impossible to even hope they will do what is necessary for our long term survival, because they are far too interested and focused on their short term gains.
May God save us all.
After leaving DogBoy to his specifications and paper cuts, I proceeded to Safety to demand an explanation. As usual, it was kind of like trying to herd cats, so I quickly changed gears and broke the chain of command, and approached the contracting officer, with whom I enjoy a personal relationship on a completely different level, in an attempt to cut through the bullshit. The CO, a firm believer in streamlining, then called DogBoy and explained that NASA did in fact NOT want this unnecessary paperwork, and if he continued to press the subject, he would demand he be replaced with someone willing to “work with NASA on solutions” instead of being a fucking problem. Well, in the end, DogBoy backed off, but I pissed off the one guy who can and will step on my dick on a daily basis. I’ll keep you informed during the next three months of performance on this project.
This experience is outside the norm in commercial construction and environmental remediation circles, as the Owner is always looking to streamline the process to save money. At the government level, I am constantly reminded that “public servants” could give a shit less how much it costs, so long as “my job” isn’t affected. Just try and get someone to push a fucking button or make a decision..…..I dare you. They are taught that with power, comes the possibility that your head could end up on a plate with garnish, so no one is willing to make a hard decision or move a process along faster than a turd rolling up-hill.
OK, so I survived my encounters early in the week, and my neighbors have been so quiet as to make it unnaturally quiet around my house, almost spooky. I guess that’s OK for now.
I come home and turn on the news. Mistake number two. Already agitated, I listened to some bobble-head with a fucking wry smile talk about how this Zimmerman guy “is guilty of murder”, without so much as having read the police report, seeing all the video evidence, reading the paramedics report after having treated Zimmerman for injuries during the events leading to the shot fired and on and on and on. Exactly when did our country decide that it was our right to try and convict a man on snippets of information, gained through a sound-bite on TV? He’s “guilty”? Really? Well……that’s news to me!! Unless I woke up in Nazi fucking Germany today, we are all innocent until proven guilty. Period. I am sick and tired of watching ‘perp walks’ on TV, as suspects are paraded in front of cameras to be convicted by the court of public opinion. We have the usual race baiting riot hustlers, Jackson and Sharpton being joined by our mother fucking president for Christ’s sake! What the hell!?!?!?! The POTUS needs to be the one to tell everyone to keep the fuck calm until the facts have been analyzed by the authorities and interviews of witnesses have been completed. Why is it that when a black kid is involved in violence, and the opposition is white, that all of a sudden it is ALWAYS racism? What about the other 85% of crimes committed every day by a small minority of the population; African American men between the ages of 12 and 35? What about the Hispanic kid who got beat nearly to death in California this week while walking home from the store? Where the hell are Jesse and the President on this one? It seems to me that the President has more important things on his plate to comment on than some thug who was shot after an altercation. Oh…….he wasn’t a thug? Really? His twitter handle was No limit nigga, and he had a rap sheet that includes violent attacks and drugs. Of course, the MSM simply ignores this while fanning the flames of racial tension in the name of ratings. It doesn’t matter that there are facts that haven’t been released to protect both Trayvon and Zimmerman, it only matters that they have a four year old picture of a chubby cheeked young boy with a cherubic smile, not the picture of a snarling thug, which Drudge had the courage to print.
I am so completely withdrawn from this bullshit that I really don’t care anymore. We have the DHS buying 450 million rounds of ammunition, and I simply no longer care. When do the executions begin? I don’t know and no longer care. We have the Supreme Court ruling on Obamacare, which is so clearly unconstitutional that to rule it legal will destroy any remaining faith that we actually have a functioning constitutional republic. I just don’t care anymore either way. Fuck it and bury it.
All I care about anymore is my family and our survival. Period. I see now that there is nothing that an individual can do to stem the rising tide of government intervention in to our lives. I see there is nothing I can do as and individual to effect change. All I can do is continue to hammer my representatives to do the right thing in the Congress. That’s it.
I think I will just keep on prepping, stacking and storing, because I see the acceleration of our republic’s demise, yet those who would be in a position to effect change and rescue us from an untimely demise are so captured by the military industrial complex and corporate interests that it is impossible to even hope they will do what is necessary for our long term survival, because they are far too interested and focused on their short term gains.
May God save us all.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saturday Rant
So, thank God it’s Saturday. After this past week, I truly began to wonder if people are not going completely fucking insane. After some of the usual government paperwork bullshit, I had a prime contractor we are under contract with actually approach the government, point out some obscure passage in our specifications [last used at the Salem Witch Trials] and demand that the government demand that my firm comply with an insane paperwork submission, requiring thirty of my administrative hours, and serving absolutely zero constructive purpose. Shit like this simply cannot be made up, and it happens to me more times than I care to recount. Suffice it to say, I was beyond angry, actually I became [uncharacteristically violent]. I approached this fucktard and cornered him in their office trailer, and with no back-up, proceeded to explain to him exactly how displeased I was with his actions, and attempt to educate him about working in the “real world” versus working for the government [he is a recent lay-off/buyout from NASA Safety]. Well, needless to say, he was unwilling to peer over the side of the box, within which he has resided for thirty years, and simply cowered behind his mound of paper, you know, the paper behind which people like that hide when they have no defense? More than anything, I wanted to vent my anger and frustration with a massive haymaker to the skull, while simultaneously going crazy spider monkey on this jackass. Needless to say, Mr. Rational took control and I merely stormed out, slamming every door in my wake with enough force to dislodge framed certificates and ego oriented diplomas from the trailer walls. My ire was now known by all.
After leaving DogBoy to his specifications and paper cuts, I proceeded to Safety to demand an explanation. As usual, it was kind of like trying to herd cats, so I quickly changed gears and broke the chain of command, and approached the contracting officer, with whom I enjoy a personal relationship on a completely different level, in an attempt to cut through the bullshit. The CO, a firm believer in streamlining, then called DogBoy and explained that NASA did in fact NOT want this unnecessary paperwork, and if he continued to press the subject, he would demand he be replaced with someone willing to “work with NASA on solutions” instead of being a fucking problem. Well, in the end, DogBoy backed off, but I pissed off the one guy who can and will step on my dick on a daily basis. I’ll keep you informed during the next three months of performance on this project.
This experience is outside the norm in commercial construction and environmental remediation circles, as the Owner is always looking to streamline the process to save money. At the government level, I am constantly reminded that “public servants” could give a shit less how much it costs, so long as “my76 job” isn’t affected. Just try and get someone to push a fucking button or make a decision..…..I dare you. They are taught that with powert, comes the possibility that your head could end up on a plate with garnish, so no one is willing to make a hard decision or move a process along faster than a turd rolling up-hill.
OK, so I survived my encounters early in the week, and my neighbors have been so quiet as to make it unnaturally quiet around my house, almost spooky. I guess that’s OK for now.
I come home and turn on the news. Mistake number two. Already agitated, I listened to some bobble-head with a fucking wry smile talk about how this Zimmerman guy “is guilty of murder”, without so much as having read the police report, seeing all the video evidence, reading the paramedics report after having treated Zimmerman for injuries during the events leading to the shot fired and on and on and on. Exactly when did our country decide that it was our right to try and convice a man on snippets of information, gained through a sound-bite on TV? He’s “guilty”? Really? Well……that’s news to me!! Unless I woke up in Nazi fucking Germany today, we are all innocent until proven guilty. Period. I am sick and tired of watching ‘perp walks’ on TV, as suspects are paraded in front of cameras to be convicted by the court of public opinion. We have the usual race baiting riot hustlers, Jackson and Sharpton being joined by our mother fucking president for Christ’s sake! What the hell!?!?!?! The POTUS needs to be the one to tell everyone to keep the fuck calm until the facts have been analyzed by the authorities and interviews of witnesses have been completed. Why is it that when a black kid is involved in violence, and the opposition is white, that all of a sudden it is ALWAYS racism? What about the other 85% of crimes committed every day by a small minority of the population; African American men between the ages of 12 and 35? What about the Hispanic kid who got beat nearly to death in California this week while walking home from the store? Where the hell are Jesse and the President on this one? It seems to me that the President has more important things on his plate to comment on than some thug who was shot after an altercation. Oh…….he wasn’t a thug? Really? His twitter handle was No limit nigga, and he had a rap sheet that includes violent attacks and drugs. Of course, the MSM simply ignores this while fanning the flames of racial tension in the name of ratings. It doesn’t matter that there are facts that haven’t been released to protect both Trayvon and Zimmerman, it only matters that they have a four year old picture of a chubby cheeked young boy with a cherubic smile, not the picture of a snarling thug, which Drudge had the courage to print.
I am so completely withdrawn from this bullshit that I really don’t care anymore. We have the DHS buying 450 million rounds of ammunition, and I simply no longer care. When do the executions begin? I don’t know and no longer care. We have the Supreme Court ruling on Obamacare, which is so clearly unconstitutional that to rule it legal will destroy any remaining faith that we actually have a functioning constitutional republic. I just don’t care anymore either way. Fuck it and bury it.
All I care about anymore is my family and our survival. Period. I see now that there is nothing that an individual can do to stem the rising tide of government intervention in to our lives. I see there is nothing I can do as and individual to effect change. All I can do is continue to hammer my representatives to do the right thing in the Congress. That’s it.
I think I will just keep on prepping, stacking and storing, because I see the acceleration of our republic’s demise, yet those who would be in a position to effect change and rescue us from an untimely demise are so captured by the military industrial complex and corporate interests that it is impossible to even hope they will do what is necessary for our long term survival, because they are far too interested and focused on their short term gains.
May God save us all.
Sorry about the rant.
After leaving DogBoy to his specifications and paper cuts, I proceeded to Safety to demand an explanation. As usual, it was kind of like trying to herd cats, so I quickly changed gears and broke the chain of command, and approached the contracting officer, with whom I enjoy a personal relationship on a completely different level, in an attempt to cut through the bullshit. The CO, a firm believer in streamlining, then called DogBoy and explained that NASA did in fact NOT want this unnecessary paperwork, and if he continued to press the subject, he would demand he be replaced with someone willing to “work with NASA on solutions” instead of being a fucking problem. Well, in the end, DogBoy backed off, but I pissed off the one guy who can and will step on my dick on a daily basis. I’ll keep you informed during the next three months of performance on this project.
This experience is outside the norm in commercial construction and environmental remediation circles, as the Owner is always looking to streamline the process to save money. At the government level, I am constantly reminded that “public servants” could give a shit less how much it costs, so long as “my76 job” isn’t affected. Just try and get someone to push a fucking button or make a decision..…..I dare you. They are taught that with powert, comes the possibility that your head could end up on a plate with garnish, so no one is willing to make a hard decision or move a process along faster than a turd rolling up-hill.
OK, so I survived my encounters early in the week, and my neighbors have been so quiet as to make it unnaturally quiet around my house, almost spooky. I guess that’s OK for now.
I come home and turn on the news. Mistake number two. Already agitated, I listened to some bobble-head with a fucking wry smile talk about how this Zimmerman guy “is guilty of murder”, without so much as having read the police report, seeing all the video evidence, reading the paramedics report after having treated Zimmerman for injuries during the events leading to the shot fired and on and on and on. Exactly when did our country decide that it was our right to try and convice a man on snippets of information, gained through a sound-bite on TV? He’s “guilty”? Really? Well……that’s news to me!! Unless I woke up in Nazi fucking Germany today, we are all innocent until proven guilty. Period. I am sick and tired of watching ‘perp walks’ on TV, as suspects are paraded in front of cameras to be convicted by the court of public opinion. We have the usual race baiting riot hustlers, Jackson and Sharpton being joined by our mother fucking president for Christ’s sake! What the hell!?!?!?! The POTUS needs to be the one to tell everyone to keep the fuck calm until the facts have been analyzed by the authorities and interviews of witnesses have been completed. Why is it that when a black kid is involved in violence, and the opposition is white, that all of a sudden it is ALWAYS racism? What about the other 85% of crimes committed every day by a small minority of the population; African American men between the ages of 12 and 35? What about the Hispanic kid who got beat nearly to death in California this week while walking home from the store? Where the hell are Jesse and the President on this one? It seems to me that the President has more important things on his plate to comment on than some thug who was shot after an altercation. Oh…….he wasn’t a thug? Really? His twitter handle was No limit nigga, and he had a rap sheet that includes violent attacks and drugs. Of course, the MSM simply ignores this while fanning the flames of racial tension in the name of ratings. It doesn’t matter that there are facts that haven’t been released to protect both Trayvon and Zimmerman, it only matters that they have a four year old picture of a chubby cheeked young boy with a cherubic smile, not the picture of a snarling thug, which Drudge had the courage to print.
I am so completely withdrawn from this bullshit that I really don’t care anymore. We have the DHS buying 450 million rounds of ammunition, and I simply no longer care. When do the executions begin? I don’t know and no longer care. We have the Supreme Court ruling on Obamacare, which is so clearly unconstitutional that to rule it legal will destroy any remaining faith that we actually have a functioning constitutional republic. I just don’t care anymore either way. Fuck it and bury it.
All I care about anymore is my family and our survival. Period. I see now that there is nothing that an individual can do to stem the rising tide of government intervention in to our lives. I see there is nothing I can do as and individual to effect change. All I can do is continue to hammer my representatives to do the right thing in the Congress. That’s it.
I think I will just keep on prepping, stacking and storing, because I see the acceleration of our republic’s demise, yet those who would be in a position to effect change and rescue us from an untimely demise are so captured by the military industrial complex and corporate interests that it is impossible to even hope they will do what is necessary for our long term survival, because they are far too interested and focused on their short term gains.
May God save us all.
Sorry about the rant.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Well, it's only seven o'clock and I am wide awake and on my third cup of joe, on the only day I can sleep past six. That sucks all by itself. These past few weeks have been quite interesting as various windows have opened to let us see inside some of the machinations of our government and how they continue to slowly strip our rights away and subsume us in to their totalitarian ideal, throwing a few scraps to us along the way, such as the twelve bucks a week Joe Six-Pack gets to keep from his paycheck, and extensions to unemployment benefits.
While the foundations of our republic are being quietly undermined, we are engaged in open warfare in two Middle Eastern countries with covert operations in another three, keeping the bees stirred up to a high pitch. We hear them give speeches,, pontificating about "Democracy", "Freedom" and "Oppression", using these words like a punchline in a bad joke, all of which is done to pre-justify yet another in a series of unprovoked wars. Our leaders have seen fit to trample the constitution in the name of "human rights", "equality" and the such, but the protesting public is unheard. Our government it putting the finishing touches on a facility that purports to have the ability to intercept every single bit of digital information traveling through the web and across the cell towers and airwaves. If true, this would amount to invading the privacy of every single person in the US who has a digital footprint. Did I fall asleep and wake up in communist fucking China or something??
Quite honestly, I didn't think we could last even this long, but I guess having the ability to print and distribute unlimited quantities of money, and then say that it doesn't really count because it's sitting in excess bank reserves, goes a very long way toward keeping a lid on shit for just a little bit longer. We are deep in to what is one of the most important election years since Carter was unseated, and every candidate but one is little more than a mediocre mouthpiece for the very corporate interests we need to reign in so badly. The field of candidates illustrates exactly why an "everyman" will never again grace the halls of the White House. Able now to flex their Freedom of Speech, our corporations will choose our leaders for the foreseeable future, leaving us with the best liar instead of the best president.
Sadly, Orwell was right. It seems that now, some pigs really are "more equal than others". Trillions of dollars have simply disappeared, just like that. One minute they were right here and the next minute they were gone. Not one person has gone to jail because of this, not a single fucking suit. We have seen a couple of high profile hedge fund guys go down, but they were both caught only as a direct result of the crash. Bernie Maddof would have continued his ponzi until his death if the economy had not collapsed, placing depositors in a position of making redemptions to cover margins elsewhere. He would still be sipping hundred year old brandy from crystal snifters in the owners box at Yankee Stadium instead of slouching around in a white collar, minimum security dormitory and playing dominoes. Another guy, Raj Rajaratnam or some shit like that, was caught because he got greedy; plain, old-school greedy. When the collapse came, he needed to keep the income stream going so he did riskier and riskier shit, then apparently pissed off the wrong guy and a dime fell in to a phone booth.
Both of these examples are instances of not-beautiful people being perp-walked across a line of cameras in disgrace, and it is done in a high profile and public display of shame, designed to purposefully convict by public opinion and make us feel as though they are getting the bad guys. We get a little bit of 'revenge factor' and Da Boyz get to put a few more days in front of what they are hoping will eventually fade from memory. In fact, Madoff was running a true ponzi, which was destined to fail at some point, making his arrest and conviction truly moot in the conversation. The second guy, Rajaratnam [sic?] was a very dark skinned, fat foreign guy who as a matter of truth, is an ugly son-of-a-bitch to begin with. The play on xenophobia, overweight people, dark skin and foreigners was brilliant here. It was a true gift to the Brotherhood of Darkness to be able to sacrifice a nice fat, ugly foreign bankster lamb on the altar of fascism and to be able to play so deeply on four subconscious biases. Rajaratnam was found guilty before he was even arraigned, by a compliant and collusive media and their genius use of shadows, light and of course that funny accent we all associate with some "customer care" rep in Delhi fucking India. It was brilliant and it worked. So far, the Brotherhood of Darkness has been able to successfully insulate and protect those most responsible for the morass we are in. It looks like thgey distracted me just in time again!
Still at large, the likes of Jamie Dimon, Lloyd Blankfein, Angelo Mozilla and of course let's not forget Jon Corzine, will never see the inside of a cell; never. They are literally too connected and too powerful to convict. If threatened, Dimon could push a few buttons and start a cascade of selling in the market that would be unstoppable. Guys like Mozilla, who was so helpful in making so many new billionaires was protected, and his fines were even paid by Bank of America. Can you fucking believe this? If anyone could have been easily prosecuted for their part in this mess it was Mozilla, yet he was not touched. The only guy who got serious about investigating any of this was Elliot Spitzer, but when he got close enough to actually touch it, it was very conveniently discovered that he was gettiing a little on the side, and we all know that we can't have that now don't we? He was quickly run out of town before he could expose the dirty insiders. Nice huh? The whole prostitution meme is a little weak if you ask me. After all, from a strict business standpoint, it is the perfect business model. You've got it, you sell it, you've still got it. Low G&A costs, and if you're on the higher end, the client pays for everything, right down to the limo service and hotels. You get to sell the same thing over and over and over again, and you always get paid up-front and tghe client is always happy at the end.
When I face my future, I do so with a little sadness, because I know the future will not be as kind to my daughter as teh past ahs been to me. We are well past the fail-safe point, where real change could be made and the excess of government and her military industrial complex could be safely dismantled. We are moving inexorably toward a dark place, one which can only be avoided through a complete collapse. Faced with that, I would still choose collapse, since it gives us the ability to learn from the mistakes of the past and build a better place for ourselves. I think we will see things get a hell of a lot more local thean they are now, and many of the things we take for granted now will simply no longer exist in our marketplace. The preparations we are making will only curb the austerity my family will be challenged with in the very near future. Although I have covered the basics like food, home and security, it will be hard to give up some of the conveniences we utilize without a second thought. As inflation hits, and we have been openly assured that it will, I may no longer be able to afford 24 hour air conditioning, drives to the Florida Keys and trips abroad, because I envision 5, 6 even 7 dollar gasoline in the near future [just ask opur Energy Secretary].
With sharply reduced consumption, there will be corresponding reductions in tax collections, and that is a mathematical fact. Already, our county seat is closing parks, curtailing lawn maintenance at government complexes, laying of personnel and cutting back available hours of operation. There is talk of going to a four-day school week andelimination of more teachers. What is happening here will happen across the entire country, albeit at different rates and times, but it will happen.
All of this works to break down civility and brotherhood a little bit more each day. The strain is visible, even palpable among the masses. I see it in the store, the sullen faces rife with worry lines and carts loaded with useless plastic crap, comfort food and beer. I see it at work, the worried masses of sheep, all of them battling to throw one another under the government bus in blatant acts of self preservation. I see it on the highway, with frustrated people behind the wheel driving has nearly become a contact sport here. Angry people, living on the edge for too long will become angry groups. When this happens, it will be the start of I fear will get out of control to the point we will be lucky to survive it.
Although I paint a dsytopian picture and hold dark views, what I write is not the sum of who I am, just the part that needs to articulate the bad shit along with the good. If we simply drone on like a good little worker bee, we will be just as much at fault as those who brought us here. We need to keep the conversation alive and spread the word to those who would listen to the message. People need to wake the fuck up and smell the coffee; it is right in front of them but they cannot see it. The truth of what we face can not be found in a newstainment sound-bite. It cannot be found on the television and is not talked about in polite society. The truth is glossed over like so much wood under a paint roller and the general populace lap it up like free beer.
Speaking the truth and taking a stand against the tyranny of government now makes me a domestic terrorist, yet I truly do not care. Fuck it. If they want me they know where to find me.
While the foundations of our republic are being quietly undermined, we are engaged in open warfare in two Middle Eastern countries with covert operations in another three, keeping the bees stirred up to a high pitch. We hear them give speeches,, pontificating about "Democracy", "Freedom" and "Oppression", using these words like a punchline in a bad joke, all of which is done to pre-justify yet another in a series of unprovoked wars. Our leaders have seen fit to trample the constitution in the name of "human rights", "equality" and the such, but the protesting public is unheard. Our government it putting the finishing touches on a facility that purports to have the ability to intercept every single bit of digital information traveling through the web and across the cell towers and airwaves. If true, this would amount to invading the privacy of every single person in the US who has a digital footprint. Did I fall asleep and wake up in communist fucking China or something??
Quite honestly, I didn't think we could last even this long, but I guess having the ability to print and distribute unlimited quantities of money, and then say that it doesn't really count because it's sitting in excess bank reserves, goes a very long way toward keeping a lid on shit for just a little bit longer. We are deep in to what is one of the most important election years since Carter was unseated, and every candidate but one is little more than a mediocre mouthpiece for the very corporate interests we need to reign in so badly. The field of candidates illustrates exactly why an "everyman" will never again grace the halls of the White House. Able now to flex their Freedom of Speech, our corporations will choose our leaders for the foreseeable future, leaving us with the best liar instead of the best president.
Sadly, Orwell was right. It seems that now, some pigs really are "more equal than others". Trillions of dollars have simply disappeared, just like that. One minute they were right here and the next minute they were gone. Not one person has gone to jail because of this, not a single fucking suit. We have seen a couple of high profile hedge fund guys go down, but they were both caught only as a direct result of the crash. Bernie Maddof would have continued his ponzi until his death if the economy had not collapsed, placing depositors in a position of making redemptions to cover margins elsewhere. He would still be sipping hundred year old brandy from crystal snifters in the owners box at Yankee Stadium instead of slouching around in a white collar, minimum security dormitory and playing dominoes. Another guy, Raj Rajaratnam or some shit like that, was caught because he got greedy; plain, old-school greedy. When the collapse came, he needed to keep the income stream going so he did riskier and riskier shit, then apparently pissed off the wrong guy and a dime fell in to a phone booth.
Both of these examples are instances of not-beautiful people being perp-walked across a line of cameras in disgrace, and it is done in a high profile and public display of shame, designed to purposefully convict by public opinion and make us feel as though they are getting the bad guys. We get a little bit of 'revenge factor' and Da Boyz get to put a few more days in front of what they are hoping will eventually fade from memory. In fact, Madoff was running a true ponzi, which was destined to fail at some point, making his arrest and conviction truly moot in the conversation. The second guy, Rajaratnam [sic?] was a very dark skinned, fat foreign guy who as a matter of truth, is an ugly son-of-a-bitch to begin with. The play on xenophobia, overweight people, dark skin and foreigners was brilliant here. It was a true gift to the Brotherhood of Darkness to be able to sacrifice a nice fat, ugly foreign bankster lamb on the altar of fascism and to be able to play so deeply on four subconscious biases. Rajaratnam was found guilty before he was even arraigned, by a compliant and collusive media and their genius use of shadows, light and of course that funny accent we all associate with some "customer care" rep in Delhi fucking India. It was brilliant and it worked. So far, the Brotherhood of Darkness has been able to successfully insulate and protect those most responsible for the morass we are in. It looks like thgey distracted me just in time again!
Still at large, the likes of Jamie Dimon, Lloyd Blankfein, Angelo Mozilla and of course let's not forget Jon Corzine, will never see the inside of a cell; never. They are literally too connected and too powerful to convict. If threatened, Dimon could push a few buttons and start a cascade of selling in the market that would be unstoppable. Guys like Mozilla, who was so helpful in making so many new billionaires was protected, and his fines were even paid by Bank of America. Can you fucking believe this? If anyone could have been easily prosecuted for their part in this mess it was Mozilla, yet he was not touched. The only guy who got serious about investigating any of this was Elliot Spitzer, but when he got close enough to actually touch it, it was very conveniently discovered that he was gettiing a little on the side, and we all know that we can't have that now don't we? He was quickly run out of town before he could expose the dirty insiders. Nice huh? The whole prostitution meme is a little weak if you ask me. After all, from a strict business standpoint, it is the perfect business model. You've got it, you sell it, you've still got it. Low G&A costs, and if you're on the higher end, the client pays for everything, right down to the limo service and hotels. You get to sell the same thing over and over and over again, and you always get paid up-front and tghe client is always happy at the end.
When I face my future, I do so with a little sadness, because I know the future will not be as kind to my daughter as teh past ahs been to me. We are well past the fail-safe point, where real change could be made and the excess of government and her military industrial complex could be safely dismantled. We are moving inexorably toward a dark place, one which can only be avoided through a complete collapse. Faced with that, I would still choose collapse, since it gives us the ability to learn from the mistakes of the past and build a better place for ourselves. I think we will see things get a hell of a lot more local thean they are now, and many of the things we take for granted now will simply no longer exist in our marketplace. The preparations we are making will only curb the austerity my family will be challenged with in the very near future. Although I have covered the basics like food, home and security, it will be hard to give up some of the conveniences we utilize without a second thought. As inflation hits, and we have been openly assured that it will, I may no longer be able to afford 24 hour air conditioning, drives to the Florida Keys and trips abroad, because I envision 5, 6 even 7 dollar gasoline in the near future [just ask opur Energy Secretary].
With sharply reduced consumption, there will be corresponding reductions in tax collections, and that is a mathematical fact. Already, our county seat is closing parks, curtailing lawn maintenance at government complexes, laying of personnel and cutting back available hours of operation. There is talk of going to a four-day school week andelimination of more teachers. What is happening here will happen across the entire country, albeit at different rates and times, but it will happen.
All of this works to break down civility and brotherhood a little bit more each day. The strain is visible, even palpable among the masses. I see it in the store, the sullen faces rife with worry lines and carts loaded with useless plastic crap, comfort food and beer. I see it at work, the worried masses of sheep, all of them battling to throw one another under the government bus in blatant acts of self preservation. I see it on the highway, with frustrated people behind the wheel driving has nearly become a contact sport here. Angry people, living on the edge for too long will become angry groups. When this happens, it will be the start of I fear will get out of control to the point we will be lucky to survive it.
Although I paint a dsytopian picture and hold dark views, what I write is not the sum of who I am, just the part that needs to articulate the bad shit along with the good. If we simply drone on like a good little worker bee, we will be just as much at fault as those who brought us here. We need to keep the conversation alive and spread the word to those who would listen to the message. People need to wake the fuck up and smell the coffee; it is right in front of them but they cannot see it. The truth of what we face can not be found in a newstainment sound-bite. It cannot be found on the television and is not talked about in polite society. The truth is glossed over like so much wood under a paint roller and the general populace lap it up like free beer.
Speaking the truth and taking a stand against the tyranny of government now makes me a domestic terrorist, yet I truly do not care. Fuck it. If they want me they know where to find me.
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