Thursday, June 26th, 2014

When you’re sitting on the throne

In the skunk works of $major engine manufacturer, and you hear an engine on the other side of the firewall go south, it sort of alters the trajectory of your own emissions.

the test bank close to the crappers is where they run up the fuel-gas powered engines- big ones, over 80 liter displacement and over 1500 horsepower- made to run on methane, natural gas, propane, whatever. The test cells look like big garden sheds wrapped in layers of nomex and Kevlar. The “Sheds” themselves are made of continuously welded plate steel, some of it several inches thick. The inside of several of them look as though they were chewed on by some huge and nasty creature.

Yep, sitting on the throne and hearing that go pear shaped almost literally on the other side of the wall, well, I will be shitting rotini for another couple of days, I think.

When it’s time to shoot, shoot.

I have been envisioning this as a long drawn out post, and Tuco’s death reminded me.

I know bunches of people who have ascribed to the demonstrable lie that “Voting doesn’t matter”. (or variations on that theme)

OK. if you want to live via a lie, that’s your business, and none of mine.

I am gonna point out this one thing: When the electoral process has stopped mattering, and is no longer capable of changing anything, that is the time to shoot, not to talk. You believe voting can’t change anything? great! Who did you shoot today? Because if the electoral process doesn’t matter, then not shooting someone means you like what you’re getting just fine.

I will be literally inside a machine all day today, probably unable to respond to any comments till nightfall, if even then.