On the road
several days of running and now settled down for a couple days, before going back to the grind again. On the road you see guys like yourself, armed covered with the battle scars of having reached into a thousand machines, some bent from years of rough service, some just beginning the journey. All are the same, in one respect: We are the proto morlocks. We make things happen, we make the world work. All the guys who get up in the morning and toil away so the eloi can have the new car, or the high end motorcycle, or the big TV. We fix the machines that make everything. We have all gotten so used to the noise of industry, so much so that we no longer notice it.
Were the Eloi food, or breeding stock, or what? What will the brave new world bring us, when the speciation is complete, and those of us who make things are once and for all separated from those who consume them? Will that happen, can it? Maybe not. Nobody likes a factory so much that they want to vacation there.
Nah, never, because women like guys that can do. T’was ever like that ;-D
I’m often amazed at people who can’t handle the simplest things mechanically. I’m nowhere NEAR Og’s level of expertise, but I can do basic home and auto repairs. Alleged men who call a plumber to change a washer in a faucet or unclog a sink trap? Who don’t know how to change a tire?
And as for the women liking guys that can do, I’ve known lots of unemployed musicians/artists/writers who had harems while guys with good jobs spent their evening at Madam Palm’s. Sure, some women (the smart ones, like my wife) like a guy who’s handy. Half of women are below average too.
I impressed my wife on two occasions with my appliance-repair abilities. Once replacing the lid switch on the washer, once the belt on the dryer. I learned how to do both via the internet, which is surprisingly good for many things besides porn and cat videos. Total cost of parts for both repairs was maybe $35 with shipping, total time maybe an hour and a half, cost had I had a pro come in would have been probably $400. Not that I’d EVER make the repairs out to be more difficult than they were to get extra admiration from my wife of course. Or that I’d accept extra sympathy because I cut my hand on the edge of the dryer cabinet. Not me.
Getting older so the spirit is willing but the flesh fails. Still can turn a wrench when called. Now to instill that in the boy. Never ending challenges.
Stop downplaying your worth brother.
Wells, the craven Prog, was apparently demonstrated how easy it would be for mass media to mislead its audience on behalf of its masters. First off he clearly impressed Sanger that merely eliminating those she deemed “people of the abyss” was wastefully anti-utilitarian. We bear witness to his foresight.
The Morlocks have proven to be not as Wells pictured them. They already exist, are the posterity of Wells/Sanger, look like Eloi themselves, and have been busily harvesting Eloi at PP.
When it happens, as I have no doubt it will, we will be the winners. We can actually produce things, grow things, fix things… We will survive. The Eloi? Not so much…
“Sons of Martha” by Kipling. Look it up.
Headed north this week to show a junior guy how to do something. He will show the next one…
MC