Morning Coffee with Atomic Weapons

Four of the pleasures of working for a Trades Union for a Strong Union Shop is the free morning coffee, the free donuts, the free copy of The Red Star * , and the time to appreciate them all.

This very morning I was entranced with The Four Pleasures, truly worthy of a Mandarin or some Byzantine bureaucrat. Technically, work starts at six (at least payroll does), but the caretaker does not start till seven, so us paid workers only show up at seven (unless you have seniority, in which case, you appear around eight). There, already an hour and a half into the paid work day, I was, with my worker comrades, sitting at a nice table, with coffee, bran muffin, and Red Star.

This mornings topic of conversation was the unrest in Pakistan. Nobody at the table is from Pakistan. The shop steward said that curry gave him gas, and may have contributed to his irritable bowel syndrome which he has a claim for before the Workers Compensation Board. My partner only talks about investments, and once you get him started on Precious Metals Commodities Trading * , he will not shut up, so he was uninterested and uninformed about The Crisis in Pakistan. I could go through the rest of the maintenance team, who sat sipping and nibbling and reading, but their story would all be the same: some mixture of uninformed and conjecture.

Thank Set, The Snake God for the Red Star, to tell us what to think. The collective opinion was to agree with whatever the Red Star implied was the correct thing to agree with. No complicating facts or background insight was provided by the paper ... because they do all the fact-stuff and background-stuff for us collectivist workers. We can sip coffee and eat muffins without worry, but with more white guilt.

Around eight (two hours into the work day) it was announced that the truck with the materials we needed to do work was delayed until after lunch. Lardy, the guy who drives the materials truck always heads on over to one of his favourite restaurants in Whitby for his morning break, and could not be expected to arrive at our location in Etobicoke any time soon. So, myself and a few other of the hard working Tradesmen head over to some room full of computers to sharpen our Texas Hold'em Poker skills. Me, I blog.

Apparently, there is alot more to this Pakistan situation than was revealed by the vanguard members of the do-your-thinking-for-you newspaper. Pakistan has atomic weapons. Whoever replaces the current ruler will have those weapons, too.

So what? After all, the current ruler is a heteronormative male * , with children, so that makes him almost white in his guilt coefficient. So, it is ok with the fact-less activists who tell us what to think that he should be overthrown and replaced by a woman * . After all, leaders should be chosen by gender or skin color, not ability. So replacing the bad man with the good woman would be good. More facts are not needed, just a generous icing of sugary emotional appeal.

Apparently, however, the activist thinkers did not think about how the fanatic suicide bomber faction * would take to rule by a woman. The coverage does not seem to join the dots on this issue. I guess it is because it is unimportant. The fanatic suicide bombers are victims of western oppression, and their anti-female stand is not important or the feminists would say something about it. And so, if the politically correct woman assumes power from the politically incorrect man, then there will be no possibility that the fanatic suicide bombers will throw her out. After all, the fanatic suicide bombers are members of a religion of peace, and respect women, even as they stone them to death, etcetera.

Imagine. Finally, members of one of the downtrodden, oppressed peoples with an arsenal of Atomic Weapons and The Means to Make More. I am glad that those that think for me in the main stream media have not explored this issue for some good reason. Collectivists are, after all, recruited on the basis of anything but ability, so it is all good. I am confident that their skin color, lack of english language skills, cultural history of poverty and oppression, makes up for reading comprehension, intellect, and education.

My coffee is cold. It is my turn to make the next pot. So I must leave you with the importantance of letting others in the Main Stream Media think for you. If you do, you might just end up with a job working for a Trades Union for a Strong Union Shop.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at both Mitchieville and DustMyBroom.