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T'all sounds good - but let's have some honesty and clarity round here! First of all, all this boosheeit came about because the unionized pooch screwing teachers wanted it. Coddling students allows them to push discipline back on the parents, and absolves them of any responsibility for student failure arising from a lack of discipline. I like where she's going with that. I'll take her list of changes and offer a counter proposal: you take your fuggin gay pride flags, sex ed for elementary school kids, your grooming, your rainbow flags troons, and dildoes - and shove them squarely up your ass! Sideways! You teach those kids to read, do math and do established sciences, and objective social studies. THAT'S IT. Second - overtime: FUCK YOU. Hell's bells - these union slobs get holidays out the wazoo, two months off in summer, teacher's conventions, short work days, long weekends, etc etc etc. Do your fricken jobs, you cunned stunt - and then maybe we'll talk. The rest of us are expected to go the extra mile at times for our employers - so can you. Don't like it? Quit. You can be replaced in a heart beat, you stupid bitch. There are any number of ambitious, young kids that are graduating every year that would LOVE your job and if you don't like it - pound sand and step aside.
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Jeebus H. Crap On A Cracker!!! "Hello my lovelies"??? Aren'tchya supposed to kiss a guy before ya do something like this to him??? Ya know what they say, eh? If ya don't use it, ya lose it. I used to be able to do stuff like this without breaking a sweat! Now I struggle with intermediate algebra. Not only that, I'd program my calculator to do much more complex problems than these in seconds. It may seem like a cheat but it was anything but: you had to know how to solve the problem before you could program the calculator to do it. You had to know what the problem is asking for, sometimes derive secondary info before you got the variables it had to solve for an it was a great learning aid. In school our tests often only consisted of two to four problems - and they'd take a good 90 minutes to solve if ya had to 'hemm and hawww' over the steps. My calculator would solve these things in seconds but what slowed me down was showing my work, or scratching my head when the arseholes threw curveballs at us. But if you knew the methodology down pat you could often see those curveballs coming. I wrote my midterms in a half hour to 45 minutes. It wasn't because I was particularly smart - I just did more work to get where I was going and used my tools more effectively. But... those were my glory days. Nowadays, malicious women like this can reduce me to fits of RAGE with the simplest of problems...
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Is it my imagination, or is it getting harder to do business these days...? The late Z Man used to posit that mass immigration, pozzed education and other enshittifying factors were leading to a serious decline in intellect and competency. He lived in Baltimore and described the difficulty in getting his order right at the drive thru at McDonald's. He'd drive up, order a burg, a coke and fries - and the brain dead vibrants and wankers running the restaurant would take ages to process the order and often got it wrong. He had similar horror stories about doing mundane things like going to the DMV to renew his licence, and the impossiblilty of getting the pot holes on his street filled in. He often described Baltimore as "Lagos". They couldn't keep the lights on and the heat going in public schools there at times. I wonder if the enshittification, faggotifization, stupidification and rigor mortis of multiculturalism is finally paying similar dividends in Canada?
Here's my problem: I owe Tiny over at Big Country some money for some small sewing machine parts. The problem: Ruger only deals with certain warranty centres in Canada - and ours is smack dab in the middle of Queerbec! And those idiot fwenchmen don't want to deal with small parts. It took two weeks for Ruger to get back to the slobs in Queerbec, and another two weeks for the fags in Queeeeeebec to tell me to FOAD! "Sorry! Parts are out of stock! Now please FO!"
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Assholes.But what else can you expect from a fart sucking vibrant and distinct culturally enriching fwenchman? Those craven socialist swine are the LAST guys ya wanna deal with when it comes to…sewing machines.
Tiny found the parts in 24 hours. He's probably shipped them already. My problem is that when it coes to money I am a luddite - on purpose! I don't do crypto, I don't do paypal and seldom order over the innernet. I don't understand the mechanics of these service providers, and I sure as hell don't trust them. Especially if they are equal opportunity employers and pajeets are involved. I am so bad now and so paranoid that whenever possible I do business in cash.
"No prob," I thought. I can just wire him some money with an EMT. He doesn't do that, he uses paypal and something called Vemoe. Whatever. I said fine - I'll just have the bank do a certified cheque or money order or a wire. It may take an extra week, but that's no big deal. I go to the bank to set it up - and I guess money orders and such are no longer safe when sent by snail mail? And to do a direct wire, they will want a void cheque, transfer numbers, and gawd only knows what else to do it!!! FFS - all I wanna do is send the bloke a hundred bucks! How hard can it be? I am starting to look bad here and if I don't pay him out soon - he's gonna show up here and hold my arms behind my back while Muldoon beats me up from the front! I don't blame him either!
GAH.
BCE - I sent ya an email. I signed up for PayPal, please send me your info and I will figure it out and get you your money this week. I apologize profusely for the delay.
But - as soon as he’s paid off, I will close my account with Pay Pal again because F them, that's why!!! I hate bankers as much as I hate pooch screwing public educators, syphilis and white underwear for old men.
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I guess I am pissed at the world this morn because my dear wife bought me some new sandals for the upcoming summer. I did a couple long range dawg patrols with the Niglet and the Beaner and now I have blisters on my blisters as I slowly break them in. Ouch!
If any of you bungholes are inclined to put a bag of burning dog poop on my doorstep, ring the doorbell and run away... today's the day to do it I suppose. GAH! A thousand times, GAHHH!!! I have a bucket of other loathesome chores I gotta do today too! I may as well suck up my punishMINT, take my lumps and get at it.
For all you guys that are still passing by - thanks for dropping in and listening to me rant. Regular poosting will begin again... one of these days. I hope all is well in your world... and that you are managing to be productive and useful.
Cheers.
Filthie
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