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Being a crime thinker, a social pariah, and all-around-great-big-dink - I began to suspect the usual vibrant and diverse suspects - if ya catch my drift. Funnily enough… I can’t find ANY pics of the design team. The problem with being an unsavoury deplorable conspiracy theorist is that a glaring deliberate LACK of evidence often confirms the validity of the suspicion.
I’m beginning to suspect that consultations with specialists in African American Studies - like Arthur Sido - will be required to get to the bottom of it.
Go to their youtube channel. They staff in the videos is pretty monochrome. I suspect the issue is the engines they use. They are trying some pretty simple and light weight 3d printed ones. Just like musk they are going for engines stripped down with minimal pieces. Back in the day engines had triple redundancy of everything. Doing that costs weight and complexity. Getting rid of them you save weight but you loose redundancy and your margin of safety goes way down.
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Here's a story that relates to the the first part of your article. In Kingston, ON, there's a bridge called "The Causeway", it's over a hundred years old and has linked the part of Kingston that houses RMC and the military base to downtown Kingston. A few years ago, the city identified the bridge as requiring refurbishing because of its age and general "wear and tear". The city engineers took it apart and couldn't put it together again and now have to build a whole new bridge. So, a bridge built by engineers using slide rulers and labourers who might have had an elementary school education couldn't be rebuilt by engineers equipped with CAD, laser equipment, high-tech building materials and labourers with a minimum of high school diplomas. As the saying goes, they don't make things (including engineers) like they used to.
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ReplyDeletepretty fucking obvious the design team didn't play lunar lander for hours with Mountain Dew and nachos on the side, blowing thru quarters like there's no tomorrow, the stale stench of burnt electronics and cigarette smoke permeating the dark building, skanky bitches all sidled up and sweet talking the winners. Our huffy bikes parked in a row outside. Our parents having no idea where we went, nor did they care. We, Gen X, could have landed that fucking lander. On the fucking moon.
at least they are politically pleasing.
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that is job1
top heavy can be a problem.
ReplyDeleteI blame all the DEI street-shitters that were hired in
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