LMNO, please arrange a padded room.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

CD of Die Walküre

This is more of a Karl Orff Carmina Burana burn down The City moment, actually.

I dunno, it was good enough for old Adolf, and that guy really knew how to burn shit down.

But it's all a case of personal taste I suppose.

Have you ever heard Carmina Burana?  Seriously?  You should, if they haven't outlawed in Scotland.  *I* would outlaw it in Scotland.  You fuckers are trouble enough as it is.

[Richter]

2 wagons maybe?

The other one needs a crock pot and a chopping board, so you can lash the carcass alongside and start the rendering, post - flense.

[Payne]

CD of Die Walküre

This is more of a Karl Orff Carmina Burana burn down The City moment, actually.

I dunno, it was good enough for old Adolf, and that guy really knew how to burn shit down.

But it's all a case of personal taste I suppose.

Have you ever heard Carmina Burana?  Seriously?  You should, if they haven't outlawed in Scotland.  *I* would outlaw it in Scotland.  You fuckers are trouble enough as it is.

I have not heard any of it. I suppose I shall have to yoink it from somewhere.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

2 wagons maybe?

The other one needs a crock pot and a chopping board, so you can lash the carcass alongside and start the rendering, post - flense.

Well, I'm actually hoping it will end like The Greenland Whale Fisheries song by Ryan's Fancy.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

CD of Die Walküre

This is more of a Karl Orff Carmina Burana burn down The City moment, actually.

I adore that opera.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

CD of Die Walküre

This is more of a Karl Orff Carmina Burana burn down The City moment, actually.

I adore that opera.

Wasn't aware that it was an opera.  I have it as a classical music album.

[P3nT4gR4m]

To take down an entire city you need one thing...

First you want 10,000 jarheads, armed to the teeth and trained up to whichever part of their skeleton they train them up to. You want them covered in kevlar and pissed off at the world in general and calling in air support. You want a couple of squadrons of bomber jets for laying down napalm, you want apache gunships gattling out cover fire, you want artillery, lined up on the banks of the nearest facing continent, flattening the buildings with shells the size of Buicks. You want air to ground smartbombs in nice shiny crates, with cute little smiley faces painted on the warheads, the kind of bombs that are so fucking smart that if they get lost, they'll stop and ask someone for directions. You want the kind of bombs that vaporize the people but leave the buildings and the gold teeth intact.

You want a desperate, greedy, power-crazed nation to deliver this shopping list upon your city of choice and you want a news crew or ten, on hand streaming live footage onto CNN for your viewing pleasure but to get all this stuff you want you need one thing. You need to find oil somewhere under that city or, at the very least, make it look like you have.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

To take down an entire city you need one thing...

First you want 10,000 jarheads, armed to the teeth and trained up to whichever part of their skeleton they train them up to. You want them covered in kevlar and pissed off at the world in general and calling in air support. You want a couple of squadrons of bomber jets for laying down napalm, you want apache gunships gattling out cover fire, you want artillery, lined up on the banks of the nearest facing continent, flattening the buildings with shells the size of Buicks. You want air to ground smartbombs in nice shiny crates, with cute little smiley faces painted on the warheads, the kind of bombs that are so fucking smart that if they get lost, they'll stop and ask someone for directions. You want the kind of bombs that vaporize the people but leave the buildings and the gold teeth intact.

You want a desperate, greedy, power-crazed nation to deliver this shopping list upon your city of choice and you want a news crew or ten, on hand streaming live footage onto CNN for your viewing pleasure but to get all this stuff you want you need one thing. You need to find oil somewhere under that city or, at the very least, make it look like you have.

Can't.  Everyone knows there's no oil in Tucson.  If you drill down past the coliche, all you find is Jimmy Hoffa and Britney Spears' career.

[LMNO]

You've become subsumed in a microcism of everyday life, Roger.  We've abandonded tribalism for arrogance, and presumptuous self-entitlement.

See, no one really cares about their job anymore.  they used to, when there as a long-term prize to be had at the end of the shitty time in your life called "career".  there used to be an assurance that, if you spent a decade or three working toward some sort of common good, you'd be able to, at the very least, get a rocking chair and a jug of whiskey on a porch that you owned, as you watched your children hit each other over the head with sticks.

but now, there's none of that.  the long-term prize has been co-opted by the smoke and mirrors of the investment market; the common good has become the next piece of poorly-made crap to sell to the gulliable; and both the rocking chair and the whiskey cost more than you've ever been able to earn, much less spend after the bills to the nursing home that your ungrateful kids stuck you in have been paid for.

So everyone tries to get away with what they can, when they can; it doesn't matter if they fuck over you, your job, their job, or the company.  there's a good chance all your jobs were getting outsourced to India, anyway.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

You've become subsumed in a microcism of everyday life, Roger.  We've abandonded tribalism for arrogance, and presumptuous self-entitlement.

See, no one really cares about their job anymore.  they used to, when there as a long-term prize to be had at the end of the shitty time in your life called "career".  there used to be an assurance that, if you spent a decade or three working toward some sort of common good, you'd be able to, at the very least, get a rocking chair and a jug of whiskey on a porch that you owned, as you watched your children hit each other over the head with sticks.

but now, there's none of that.  the long-term prize has been co-opted by the smoke and mirrors of the investment market; the common good has become the next piece of poorly-made crap to sell to the gulliable; and both the rocking chair and the whiskey cost more than you've ever been able to earn, much less spend after the bills to the nursing home that your ungrateful kids stuck you in have been paid for.

So everyone tries to get away with what they can, when they can; it doesn't matter if they fuck over you, your job, their job, or the company.  there's a good chance all your jobs were getting outsourced to India, anyway.

That's as may be...however, the one reason, the ONLY reason I am here instead of 2000 miles away where they have green stuff on the ground and seasons and someone who isn't stupid is to pay for my warped and twisted offspring.  But since I have to be here, I want things to be done RIGHT.

If that is not possible, then I wish to make those that make it impossible suffer.  I can live with that, as a bare minimum.

[LMNO]

I want things to be done RIGHT.

If that is not possible, then I wish to make those that make it impossible suffer.  I can live with that, as a bare minimum.

Consider it the only benefit worth having, these days.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I want things to be done RIGHT.

If that is not possible, then I wish to make those that make it impossible suffer.  I can live with that, as a bare minimum.

Consider it the only benefit worth having, these days.

Yes.

But I still want all those things I talked about.  As it is, I am resorting to eating lots of veggies and coffee before the upcoming 2 hour meeting.

TGRR,
Ass Cannon of the Apocalypse.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

CD of Die Walküre

This is more of a Karl Orff Carmina Burana burn down The City moment, actually.

I adore that opera.

Wasn't aware that it was an opera.  I have it as a classical music album.

Yes, indeed it is. A magnificent one.

[Payne]

I got myself a copy. Now I feel the need to re-educate everyone and everything I fucking see.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Things have come to a head, LMNO.  The engineer won't engineer because it's easier to cross his arms across his big fat gut and proclaim that it won't work because he didn't think of it.  The Planner can't do his job, because he's too busy doing the warehouse manager's job, and the warehouse manager is an un-fireable fixture whose pants have bonded with the fabric on his chair.

In this economy, it's like being in a lifeboat with a pile of screaming monkeys.  A few of them are pulling up the planks to see what's underneath, nobody will bail because it's "not their job", one is proclaiming that nothing is wrong, and one is telling me that lifeboats can't be improved because if they could, someone would have done it already.

What I NEED is a flamethrower.  And a big fucking front end loader.  And maybe a B52 bomber.  And a big fucking tank full of piranha.  I need to push this whole fucking city off of a cliff and watch it burn on the rocks at the bottom.  I need a harpoon gun.

If I can't have all those things, then I need you to arrange a padded room.  Not for me, Lord knows I'M fine.  No, I need this room to jam all the monkeys into.  Scratch that, I don't need a padded room.  I need a room lined with jagged spikes and razor wire, and the sprinklers should turn on at random times and rain iodine all over the room.  There should be a large Lexan window, so that I can properly enjoy the results.

Shoot me a quote, and I'll set up a PO number.  Don't give me any shit about lead times, either, because I need this shit NOW.  There is no TIME for minutia like "laws" and "Oh god what are you DOING to that fat guy?".  No, there is only time for screaming and thumping noises and words like "flense". 

OR

JUST

FUCKING

KILL ME!

Ah, the good old days, before I learned to control my temper.