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Praying Mantis
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.