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The Big Picture

Good day, gentlemen.

Several thoughts and ideas have been bouncing around in my head this past month, and I finally have the time to write about them.

We’ve been in our annual outage at work, which as I’ve mentioned before is when we stop operations and try to fix every little problem that cannot be fixed on the run. To get this done, we bring in thousands of contractors and work around the clock. This place buzzed with all the activity of a kicked anthill.

As I stood at a very high vantage point and watched this flurry of activity, I couldn’t help but think of how this chaos could possibly be productive. Put simply….there’s so fucking much that needs to happen, in a very short period of time, and most of these contractors have never even been here before. It’s amazing anything is getting accomplished.

The trick to making something like this work is having people who see the big picture and people who see the small picture. You have project managers who know of everything that needs to get done, and they direct the foremen of the work crews, show them the job, and explain it. The foremen then assign specific, small tasks to each of their men.

“You, take the bolts out of that valve. You, bring a forklift over here and pull this valve out. You, get the new valve and gaskets, and you put the bolts in. Everyone clean up when you’re done.”

When dealing with the average American worker, this is the only approach that works. If the foreman were simply to say to his men “Y’all change that valve” and walked away, he might have come back hours later and discovered virtually no work done.

Why? Because he gave the entire task to the entire group equally. This means they can all point fingers at each other and share out the blame equally for sitting on their asses. “Well, Joe went to get the forklift and he hasn’t come back yet, so we couldn’t do anything…..and Bill couldn’t find the gaskets….” etc. By assigning specific tasks to each person, the work will get done because each person is accountable for part of the job. It’s sad that things have to be done this way, but such is life. These are things I’ve never really given much thought to until I stood there watching the controlled chaos.

I’ve never been a small picture person. That’s what had me thinking about these things in the first place. As I looked around, I kept thinking things like

I wonder if they remembered to put anti-seize on those bolts? 

Did that flowtube get put in with the correct orientation?

Did those guys make sure not to damage the canon connectors on those strain gauges?

Were all the air lines hooked back up and valved back in so I won’t be running around fixing it when we start up? Who is making sure this shit gets done?

So I took a step back and thought about the chain of command…the pyramid, as you will. Everyone is accountable to someone, and as long as each task they are given is small enough for them to grasp easily, the work will be done well and efficiently. I, being an essentially autonomous entity, just wandered around and checked in on anyone working around my delicate equipment. I can’t help but be paranoid when I have Mexican scaffold builders working next to my $10,000 analyzers.

Seeing all this reminded me of Fight Club (the book). At the house on Paper Street, every person had a simple task. One guy just cooked rice all day. One guy kept the gravel paths smoothed with a rake. A few guys picked the bugs off the plants. By breaking everything down to that small of a level, everything got taken care of.

I just cannot imagine how lacking in stimulation the jobs of such people are.

That’s it for now, but I have a few other things still bouncing around in my head. Look for me to return to a semi-normal posting schedule. It’s good to be back.

-Dr. Illusion

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Prison Sex

Individual Lies here again. Hey, I’m on a roll with these posts!
No ass-kickings required, Dr. Illusion.

This one is going to be rather…vague, I guess. I wish I had paid more attention last night, but it was almost half finished by the time I started paying attention to what was going on and to what was being said.
Last night I attended one of my cousin’s graduations. Dr. Illusion and Mistress met this cousin (he was the one who took out your tree upon our first meeting.)
Anyway…I found out the night before last that this cousin is about to be a dad. I wish I could say that I was surprised, but I’m not. I’m never surprised when high school kids or barely-out-of-high-school kids are having kids.
Not around here, anyway.
What surprised me about this situation was the fact that the mother of the girl is actually pretty pissed about it. That surprised me because of the small town mentality that is prevalent around here. Most parents let their kids follow in their footsteps rather than urging them to seek a different path. I’ve never met this woman but I have a lot of respect for her reaction. It surprised me, after all.
That being said I want to knock my cousin over the head. He doesn’t seem to realize the gravity of the situation he’s found himself in. His girlfriend received a fuck-ton of scholarships and she’s talking about taking a year off to deal with her pregnancy and all that jazz.
But if she takes that year off, she loses her scholarships. Now she sounds to me like she’s intelligent, but which intelligence is it? Is it the nationally-accepted intelligence of being a glorified parrot, or can she actually THINK? I don’t know; I didn’t get a chance to meet her last night. I didn’t make an effort to meet her, either, but that’s beside the point.
If she has TRUE intelligence and it will serve her in achieving a decent future then she needs to NOT take a break. Using this pregnancy (which considering the timing I’m thinking was planned) as an excuse not to go to school is pretty low.
I have nothing against people not going to college. I never finished college. I never wanted to go in the first place, so of course I never finished. It was a waste of MY time. Everyone has differing opinions on college, I’m sure. There are some things people should go to college for. There are people who want to go and should go. There are people who are only wasting their, and the college’s, time by going. That’s me.
Anyway. She got herself into this situation; she now needs to deal with it. As I mentioned her mother isn’t allowing my cousin around her anymore. This is bull shit for the fact that they’re both no longer minors, but that’s irrelevant. I respect the way she reacted, but what I don’t respect is the way she’s treating my cousin. As if the pregnancy is entirely HIS fault.
Bitch, your daughter had to spread her legs in the first place.
Or maybe if you had stressed the importance of contraceptives rather than leaving it up to your daughter’s school…
Or if you hadn’t let my cousin live under your roof…
Especially under the assumption that two teenagers, with raging hormones, were NOT fucking…
Or, you know, you could’ve bought them condoms or put your daughter on birth control…
I’m glad this woman is upset instead of cheering and praising the fact that she’ll be a young grandmother. I think her mentality that it’s my cousin’s fault is pretty damn fucked up, though. If movies were to be believed one would imagine that the parent would be crying “woe is me” and “where did I go wrong?” But the truth of the matter is that most people, parents especially, cannot take responsibility for their child’s upbringing. It’s always someone else’s fault when something goes wrong.
“Murder?! Noo, my little ANGEL would NEVER commit murder!”
“Rape? Noo, my little ANGEL would NEVER rape a woman!”
I could go on, but I’ve seen many examples of dense parents, many of them from right where I grew up, actually. So I can only assume that these examples are elsewhere, as well.
To make matters worse my cousin, who is 19, is willing to abandon his plans for a future and turn his scholarship (I’m not sure this is even possible) over to his girlfriend so that she CAN take a year off. Like I said he doesn’t understand the situation. He’s about to go into the National Guard (my opinions on this choice will remain with me) and when he returns from that he wants to go into the oilfield.
I pity my cousin. I’ve worked on drilling rigs (that’s specifically what he wants to do) but he has no idea what he’s getting himself into.
My grandma is worried that he’s going to be a deadbeat dad. I understand her fear considering the fact that he hasn’t had a single good example of a dad in his life. His biological pop, an Indian from India, was never a part of his life. I don’t think my cousin ever even met him once.
The guy that he calls “dad” is a shitty example of a dad. Perhaps the shittiest I’ve ever met.
Now my cousin might prove us wrong, and I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He has surprised us all before, so why not give him a chance to prove he can be a dad?
You know, when he’s like, 30 or so?
He’s too young. Not everyone is too young, but HE is. Some people, I think, were born only to be parents. That’s the only mentality they ever have. My cousin isn’t one of those people. He tries to act dumber than he is, but he’s actually incredibly smart. Or he has the capacity to be. He lies to himself (he tried to say he didn’t know what a philosopher was last night) and to everyone around him.
But I tend to notice things about people, certain mannerisms and tics they have. My cousin breaks eye contact and wrings his hands when he’s being dishonest. He always has. I’ve known the boy since the day he was born; I’m the last cousin he can lie to.
I tried to give him some advice, but I’m not going to lie to myself and actually think he’ll take it into consideration. He’s a teenager! He’s never wrong! Geez…If my mom ever heard me say that or ever read that, I would never hear the end of it…
Anyway…The purpose of this post wasn’t to address that, actually. It was supposed to be talking about the SATs, the ACTs, and all these other standardized tests that are required of kids to take. I remember when I took my ACT. I was proud to achieve a 23 (you know, back when I thought that shit actually mattered) over all, and a 28 on the English section. My math was shitty: 16. But math has never been my subject.
Anyway, god damn it. On topic. I.L. stay on topic…
I also remember taking my graduation exam: the GEE. I remember how important they were stressed as being. But those two (three if you split the GEE the way they did) tests were all I was really required to take to graduate in 2006. Yes, I’m a young buck, but that’s my point. HOW MUCH has changed in just the brief time since I graduated?
Well the list of acronym tests and requirements that were called out last night made my jaw drop. One of the speakers at the graduation started with the ACT, the SATs, and mentioned about a dozen others that the students had to take.
What the hell have I missed since MY graduation? What are the public schools subjecting the next generations to? More brainwashing and conformity, I’m sure. I saw that a lot at the school last night. It was like walking into a building of nothing but Stepford Wives.
It was creepy. I saw NO diversity in this school. Amongst the parents, the students, the teachers, the guests…
Save for my family that was in attendance, but we’re hippies and we stand out anyway.
God damn it, where was I?
Diversity! Conformity was always encouraged when I was in school. I received many lectures about the clothes I wore, the books I read, the way I wrote my papers and essays…
I’m not professional. I don’t write professionally. I write casually, or so I think.
You know how many times I received a low grade on a paper for including humor into my writing?
Yeah, me neither.
Diversity still prevailed. There were people that stood apart and took the roads less traveled and were proud of it. But I didn’t see that last night. Not one bit. All I saw were dead-eyed gazes and contentment…
Is that diversity dead already?
Or how about the preacher that they requested to speak at the graduation? I remember when the preacher spoke at my graduation. I was the ONLY person that requested that we NOT have a preacher. I considered myself a Christian back then, but I made the request because I knew that not everyone was a Christian and that we should respect that. I didn’t think it was fair to the people of other faiths not to have a say in the matter.
My classmates and teachers wouldn’t even put it to a vote.
This part is pointless to the overall post, but I had to say it. I’m still working through issues I have with organized religion. I don’t have anything against it. My issues are with the people.
Anyway…
Maybe I should rethink my life and go be a teacher. There is an ever-growing need for a “fuck-this-curriculum” mentality…
Of course, not a bit of this will matter in the not-so-distant future. But it’s the principle of the matter.
And yeah, I’m through.

-Individual Lies-

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Hanging With Mr. Bob

Sometimes things happen in one’s life that they would like to share with the world. Sometimes those things aren’t things that should necessarily be shared for one reason or another. Sometimes these things are “illegal” or “politically incorrect” or some other such nonsense. Sometimes these things aren’t really all that exciting, or are normal for one’s everyday life.
But sometimes these things are incredible enough to make one think their life is a badly-scripted stoner flick.
My grandmother is in town for a cousin’s high school graduation.
But first, a little back story.
Dr. Illusion, Mistress, and FTCT can tell you that I like my natural herbs. I like them quite a bit. Well, it runs in the family.
How many people can say that they’ve gotten high with their grandma? Or that their grandma gave them some weed when she found out they were out?
That’s the kind of grandma I have. She used to be a biker; she still is a hippie; she’s almost always high. She’s like the epitome of cool. Thanks to her I’ve known what weed smelled like since I was a little kid. I just didn’t realize it until I was a teenager.
Now, she doesn’t refer to her weed-smoking as smoking. She refers to it as “talking to Mr. Bob.” When I found that out, it explained a lot of conversations we had when I was a kid. I’ve always been exceedingly observant, and I knew then that something was off. But I had no idea that my grandma was almost always high.
I love my grandma.
Anyway…
So like I was saying, she’s in town for a graduation. I went to my mom’s house last night to visit with her and the first thing I notice when I see her is that she’s cleaning my mom’s house. My grandma cannot go anywhere and NOT clean. She drove 1200 miles just to clean my mom’s house, a fact I pointed out upon stepping through the doorway. I was able to get her to chill and we visited for a bit.
Then she passed me a blunt and we got high. Which I enjoyed because the last time she was down in October I wasn’t able to smoke with her. So I enjoyed having this chance. The visit didn’t last long because I had to get back home (my mom lives almost an hour from where I do) and get my shit ready for work. When I left she sent my brother outside to catch me and stuff a bag of weed in my pocket.
“Everything’s better with a bag of weed!”
I left just in time, too, because the mother of all storms rolled in. I couldn’t see twenty feet in front of me, so I had to slow it up quite a bit. Plus I was high during all this, so that didn’t help any. I made it home safely, so it’s all good. I’ve driven through worse.
Now this wasn’t really all that spectacular of a story, but I’m proud of my grandma. She’s a pothead, has been a pothead my entire life, most of my mom’s life, and it doesn’t affect her personality in the least. Sober she’s my grandma. High she’s my grandma. I wouldn’t honestly know if she was sober or not, because she doesn’t change. Probably due to the fact that she’s been smoking for so long, but I won’t hold that against her. She’s eccentric.
Dr. Illusion and Mistress have met her, and in fact it is thanks to her that I was ever able to meet them in the first place. I’m not one to randomly show up at a person’s house and be like “dude, let’s drink some beer.” First of all, I don’t really drink beer. Second, I’m mostly a loner.
Thirdly, my grandma saw a shirtless man chopping down a tree and wanted to go back and watch.
“Ooh, ooh! That man’s cutting down a tree!”
“Yeah, and?”
“I’ve never seen someone cut down a tree before! Let’s go back! Ask him if we can watch!”
“Mamaw, you’re kidding right?”
“No! We don’t have trees where I live!”
She’s right, you know. Of course, I retaliated with “you’ve never seen anyone cut down a cactus before? It’s almost the same.”
Needless to say I lost out and ended up going back to Dr. Illusion’s house and the rest, as they say, is history.
All thanks to my “mamaw” being a pothead and wanting to see a tree fall down.
There was really no purpose behind this post other than to point out that I have a hippie-grandma, and I’m proud of that fact. I know quite a few people that would be embarrassed by a grandma that smokes, tokes, and gets high. Not me.
But, you know, I’m not everyone and not everyone shares my views on weed. There are those that believe you can’t be successful in life and smoke weed all the time. I agree, but only if you smoke it and let it control you. My grandma has led a successful life and she’s done it mostly while she was high. Man, I bet she has some awesome high stories…
If all you do from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep is get high and sit on a couch…You’re going nowhere fast. When I smoke, I prefer to smoke on the weekends. Starting on Friday and ending Sunday morning. Yes, I do have to worry about drug tests with my job. I’ll gladly take the risk, though. Why? Well, that’s because money isn’t all that important to me. I make enough and I have a decent career (Class 2 certified Water Operations Specialist, working on my Class 3 certifications) but I’m not married to my job.
I see that more and more in the world. Maybe it was always there, but I’m just now noticing it. But most of my friends have forgotten what fun is and are becoming married to their jobs. And they’re becoming more and more miserable.
I can get that way myself, but I do my best to maintain a working relationship with my job. I know I’ve spent too much time at work when I wake up in the middle of the night spazzing out about whether or not I have any chlorine bottles empty. Or if I dream that I’m washing a filter and the damn thing explodes.
When I start to have those dreams, I distance myself from my job. Not while I’m working, of course. But it’s strictly business at work, and when I’m not at work I forget about my job.
Which is difficult to do considering I am on-call 24-7.
I don’t want to be one of those guys that goes to work and goes home and does nothing else. I don’t want to be someone who cares more about his job than anything else. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job. To an extent. But if I could live without money, I would.
It’s my own fault, by the way. I made some mistakes my first few years as an adult on my own and I’m still paying for them. But I learned from those mistakes (maybe not what most people would have learned) that anything to do with work is hell.
I saw the same thing with school. It’s essentially prison where you’re taught that being the equivalent of a human parrot is knowledge, while questioning everything is a sign of ignorance. You’re taught that standing out is frowned upon, but conforming is praised. The most important thing I learned from my high school is that no matter how hard you work, if your family doesn’t have connections then you’re fucked.
I learned later that that only applies in some cases. School being one of those cases. And my job. If you know the right people you can get away with anything, but that’s a story for another day.
In high school I was a walking contradiction. I was one of maybe three people that didn’t go out on the weekends and party, drink, and fuck. I didn’t smoke weed, cigarettes, or do any type of drugs. The most illegal thing I did in high school was steal “No Trespassing” signs.
But I was one of the few that my principal kept under close surveillance. I had long hair, I dressed in all black, and I listened to nothing but hard rock and metal. I never got into fights, I never got into trouble, I never caused problems, and I had damn good grades.
But I was one of the “bad kids” because I looked the part. Which didn’t bother me, to be honest. I always got a kick out of surprising people.
For instance there was a situation involving some classmates where they received zeroes on an assignment. I was grouped in with them because I did, too, but I didn’t care. Yeah, I didn’t deserve that zero and I could have proven it if I had cared. My grades were good enough that I could afford a zero every now and then.
But these kids, they could NOT have zeroes. Somehow when they took their case to our principal I was included with them, so I was eventually called to the office. I just sat there and listened while all these rich kids threw hissy fits and tantrums because they’d gotten zeroes for not following instructions.
Basically there were two versions of a test: A and B. I had a B version (I recall because I had drawn my B as evil eyes.) That was the catch: we HAD to mark down whether or not our test was an A or B, otherwise we received zeroes. I HAD marked down B, but I received a zero nonetheless. But, as I stated, I didn’t care.
Anyway, after about twenty minutes of listening to all this whining I had tuned it all out. I was just sitting there wondering when I could go back to class when the principal addressed me.
“You have not said a single word, Mr. (my-last-name-here.) Don’t you have anything to share?”
“No, not really. Unlike these losers, I don’t give a damn.”
“Language!”
“Sorry. I don’t care. Yeah, I got a zero. Big deal. I make all A’s in this class. What’s one zero among a hundred A’s?”
The principal and my classmates all just stared at me. The principal in amazement because I didn’t care, and my classmates in anger because I didn’t care. Somehow the decision to overturn our teacher’s ruling had fallen on me and I had just fucked it up for them.
“Can I go back to class now?”
“Uh, yes. You are all dismissed.”
This did not endear me to my classmates or to my principal, believe it or not.
Remember kids, stereotyping is bad.

I’ve gotten off topic, something I am notorious for, but I hope you all understand what I’m trying to say here.
If you answer “nothing” then you got it.

-Individual Lies-

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To Infinity or Begone!

Individual Lies here. On Monday, April 22, 2013, a Dutch company announced Mars One, the attempt at starting the first human settlement on Mars. Launch is planned for some time in 2023, but the kicker here is that they are accepting applications from people all over the world between the ages of 18 and 40. If accepted, the candidates will have to undergo a selection process before then spending the next 8 years training for this mission.
I, for one, am fairly intrigued by this. Initially I was beyond excited, but I have since calmed down and begun to think clearly about it. I have halfway filled out my application and would like to be one of the lucky (or unlucky depending on your views) chosen for this once in a lifetime opportunity.
The project is being carried out by a non-profit group, Mars One, in association with a “for-profit” group known as Interplanetary Media Group, and have stated numerous times in interviews, as well as on their website, that the technology they are using for the trip is tech that is currently available.
There are some that are skeptical, of course. I can understand that. I have my own bit of skepticism going here. The company is accepting donations for their funding, and yes, I have donated. Whether or not it flops is no concern of mine. I am more than willing to sacrifice a little bit of worthless paper for a cause that could help save humanity.
I’m an optimist. What can I say?
They are also planning to fund the project by basically turning this whole mission into a reality television show. Now, I hate reality t.v. and that is the biggest reason why I no longer watch television, but this idea actually interests me. If they have any hope of the “show” being a success, they will need people that are more than competent to participate in this mission. Now there is a catch to being chosen to go to Mars: it’s a one-way trip.
I am excited by it because we have reached a point where it is theoretically technologically possible to settle on another planet. There are risks involved, but I have always theorized that it would eventually be possible to terraform the Martian surface into being habitable to human life. I was big into astronomy and sci-fi when I was a kid. I am still pretty into both, although I don’t follow either as much as I used to. I do still look to the stars, though. I’m a sucker for discovery and I love hearing about the newest discoveries NASA has made.
That said I suggest looking up the numerous anomalies on Mars. I won’t state my opinions here, but I think they’re worth looking into.
By now you all are probably wondering what the purpose of this post is. Well, it’s partially to point out the Mars One project, and partly to point out that sometimes taking a break from the troubles here on Earth can make a big difference. For me, at least. I was hoping that maybe it would for you, too.
There’s so much going on in the world. So much…Like with this Boston bombing fiasco (*cough* false-flag *cough*) and the CISPA passing less than a week later. Or this recent internet sales tax (which I am amazed I have not heard more about.)
These are just a few small examples, but the point is that there is shit going on that would drive any sane person crazy. Sometimes in order to get our bearings we need to dream big. Some would say that technology has ruined the human race, and I would be hard-pressed to NOT agree. But science is here and it looks to be a big part of humanity, and will most likely continue to be a big part of humanity.
I believe that in the end it may very well be science and technology that ends up saving humanity (if such a thing is possible.) In my mind, humanity is doomed. We’ve strayed too far down a path (or paths) that will inevitably bring about our own destruction.
Maybe taking a chance on going to Mars is the key to the survival of our race, a second chance at realizing humanity’s true potential…
The groups that will be chosen to go to Mars will be free from the politics of Earth, and are given full reign over their futures. If they choose not to have a government, then that is what they will do. If their eventual plan is to terraform Mars and maintain a simple existence, living off the land and not utilizing technology…That is their choice. Whether or not this is just a pipe-dream, the fact remains that it is possible. If it can be imagined, it is possible.
There were those that said humans would never fly, and yet we have planes. There are those that said we would never leave Earth, and yet astronauts have orbited this planet.
This post is a bit off topic compared to what is normally posted here, but like I said I’m an optimist. Or, at least, I try to be. I figured we all hear enough about the bad that goes on in the world. Why not try a little bit of positivity?
Cracked.com, usually a site that I enjoy going to, has claimed that the people behind Mars One have not stated exactly how they will carry out their plan (facility designs, plans, etc…) Whoever wrote this article: needs to reread the Mars One website.
If you haven’t already, and are even slightly interested in this project (whether or not you think it will be a success or failure,) here’s the link so you can check it out and form your own opinions.
My next post will be more interesting, I promise.
That being said…later. I’ve said my piece.

-Individual Lies-

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Fight For 15

I’m moved to spend some of my very sparse spare time to make a post. While on the way home from work, I was listening to NPR and heard about a bunch of fast food and retail workers “going on strike” and “walking off the job”.

Apparently they are demanding 15 dollars an hour and the right to form a Union.

I’m sure all my readers can guess my thoughts on this. But I’m so pissed off by this nonsense that I’m going to go ahead and rant.

15 dollars an hour? Are you fucking serious? You want 15 dollars an hour to flip burgers and ask “Do you want fries with that?” You want 15 dollars an hour to push keys on a cash register? Hell, you don’t even have to push keys anymore, you just have to scan the item. The majority of your customers will pay with a debit card, which doesn’t involve you at all.

Hey, cashiers….wake the Hell up. We are employing you because people need jobs. You could all be easily replaced by computers, and your customers would be 10 times happier. Any time I go to a store and I have the option of self-checkout, I go for it. That way I can avoid some rude failure at life who will crush my bread and break my eggs. I can scan, bag and pay for my groceries at a self-checkout far faster than your dumb ass can do it for me. If all the retail stores would fire you worthless idiots and put in self-checkouts, all the customers would be ecstatic. Hell, maybe at Wal-Mart there would actually be enough lanes open to get out of there before your milk spoils.

I worked as a cook through High School and College. I started cooking at Waffle House for 5.15 an hour when I was sixteen. By the time I graduated, I was up to 6.50 an hour. That’s good money for a High School kid. When I was in College, I cooked for Ruby Tuesday’s and O’Charley’s. I started at 7 dollars an hour and worked my way up to 8.50.

Did I bitch about my pay? No. I didn’t have any skills, aside from cooking. I did get damned good at that. But I wasn’t working at a fine establishment. Anyone can afford the food at these places. Since the food is cheap, they cannot afford to pay the staff at the same rates as a 5 star restaurant. Sorry to be childish, but…..DUH.

That’s who these jobs are for. High School kids, College kids, and potheads who are never going anywhere in their lives. These jobs are not for a family man looking to have babies and buy a nice house in the suburbs. If you are in your thirties and still flipping burgers…you’ve made some very bad choices along the line somewhere.

I started my path to being an Electrician when I finished College. I couldn’t get a job with my English degree. So I took a job digging ditches for 7/hr. After a year, I was making an amazing 11/hr. I though that was a lot of money. I was doing well, had my own place and could afford some nice things. Then I went to New Orleans to help with repairs after Katrina hit. You know what they were paying McDonald’s workers? 10.25/hr. I was livid. I’ve been digging ditches and pulling wire, wearing myself out and slaving away for the real Electricians, basically being a servant, for a year….and these guys are flipping burgers for nearly the same thing I’m making?

A year later when I was making 18/hr, I realized the difference. I have a career. I can go as high as I want to go. These idiots will be making the same thing for life. Which is exactly what they deserve.

I risk my life every day around massive machines and high voltage. I worked my way up from the bottom, the hard way, to learn my skill set and prove myself. These retards want 15/hr…just because they want it. No certifications, no tests and no unique skills. It’s just…..we want more money, so give it to us. Cause we want it.

There are people out of work all over this country. Do you fools really think a strike will make things better? No, they will just hire a bunch of new people, at the same pay, who will be thrilled to be working. These people will not demand more than they are worth. They will just be happy to have the self-respect that comes with earning your money instead of being supported by the govt.

Look, you “Fight for 15″ losers….there are people who would do anything for your job. And you want more money without doing anything to earn it?

Leave the minimum wage jobs to the kids and the dope heads. If you want a house, a family and all that….learn a trade or at least get into a career, not just a job. Don’t do something a monkey could be trained to do and demand a high salary for doing it. Make yourself presentable, put the joint down for a few months, and start applying for real jobs.

This is from their official website.

Stand with striking Chicago fast food and retail workers!

We, Chicago fast food and retail workers, are striking to demand $15 an hour and the right to form a union without retaliation. Our employers are raking in profits while workers, mostly adults with families, don’t get paid enough to cover basic needs like food, rent, health care and transportation. We are willing to risk our jobs to stand up and say ENOUGH. And we need everyone who supports us to join us. It’s time to give every worker a chance to survive and thrive – and strengthen Chicago’s economy.

Fight for 15…..fuck you.

-Dr. Illusion

 

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Video: Boston Bombing and Hypergamy

 

I mention a commnter namen Heraclitus in my video. He has his own blog now. Check it out HERE.

I just wanted to let you guys know that I may not be posting much for the next month. I will be working 12-16 hours a day, every day, for the next 30 days.

I will post if anything important happens that I think you guys need to hear my opinion on, but for the most part I will be working and sleeping. We have a lot of work to do at my facility and I have a lot of hard work ahead of me. We are shutting the whole place down for a while and fixing everything that is broken.

Check out the video and stick around. I will post if I can, and in the interim I will be encouraging Mistress and FTCT to post. Also Individual Lies will be posting a bit, even if I have to kick his ass into it. So this is a time for me to make money and the rest of my contributors to shine.

Y’all have a good month. Dr. Illusion….out.

-Dr. Illusion

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Crimes Against Fathers

I have noticed two comments on my blog now from someone calling himself “John Rambo”. The first one hit my spam filter, where it remained. The other one made it through. I was bored at work so I clicked the link to some site called “Crimes Against Fathers”.

Everything I found there is disjointed, insane ranting by “host” and “John Rambo” about how every woman in the West is a liar, hypocrite, kidnapper, child abuser and man hater.

I spent a little time looking into this and discovered this site and several others are run by some guy named Peter Nolan who thinks he can copyright his own name.

My shift is almost over and I don’t have any more time to look into this craziness at the moment.

So a question for you gentleman.

Is this person known on the Manosphere? Does anyone consider “Crimes Against Fathers” a legitimate site? What is the deal here?

I’m a naturally curious person, and when things don’t make sense I have to get to the bottom of them. Any info you guys have about this stuff would be appreciated. I imagine I’m the only person around here who has never heard of this crazy jackass before.

-Dr. Illusion