Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Sunday, 24 January 2016

The Golden Showers Of Scholarship

 


 
The children are our future - which is why I'm stocking up on popcorn and ammo. I would laugh but chances are my own daughter looks much like that creep does. Are these people really any happier for their war for social justice? How much actual FUN do these kids derive from their secondary educations?
 
 
What made our Universities superior to others was that they tested societal limits and exceeded them. Why should blacks be excluded from our institutions - if they could do the work? Or women? Why shouldn't women have leadership roles? Why should we let sanctimonious hypocritical holy rolling bible-thumpers tell us what we can and can't say? There was a time when these were really legitimate questions... But as time went on, we found that there's a fine line between exceeding limits and imposing them - and when we threw out our Christians with their icky bible and their stale dogma...we threw out our morals and ethics as well.
 
When leftists take over groups they ultimately destroy them. They began the long march through our institutions decades ago - they infested and controlled the media...and now you can't trust a newspaper and they can't sell one to save their lives. They took over the courts and judiciary and now cops can't protect themselves...never mind do their jobs. They took over the gov't and now we're mired in debt, and citizens are actively arming up for the day when their gov't tries to betray them. And our schools? They are socialist moron factories that crank out useless, papered and pampered fools like they were sausages. What kind of future can that bitter, ugly woman in the pic and her ilk make for themselves - never mind us? Would you want her caring for you in your late 80's? The degrees and diplomas these kids are getting may make them feel good, but as the British say...they aren't fit to wrap your chips in. The education scam will bite us all on the end - in the end.
 
 
ACT II  THE SCAMMERS
 
 
"How are we gonna take The Process Control Loon down?" Delldo asked. Stu looked at me and then addressed the gang. "We're gonna punk him on the midterm! Filthie and I will work out the algorithms needed to program the calculators. Once we've done that, we'll sit down with the rest of you to trouble shoot and explain the program operation - and we waltz out of that mid-term with scores in the high 90's!"
 
If the course for the semester ran about 80 hours in the class room, and about the same in the lab, you can estimate it would probably take around 30~50 hours of homework to learn the material well enough to do reasonably well on the exam. So it was that we had two problems to contend with: we had to learn the material, and then identify the problem flows and the solutions to them. That alone was a big job, but after that, we had to break down the solution process into discrete steps that could allow us to program a microprocessor to solve them. The algorithms had to be idiot proofed and the program smoothed out enough to be user friendly. It had to be applicable to multiple problems. It was an incredible amount of work because you not only had to learn it for yourself, you had to teach it to the computer as well. It was actually a great way to learn and the time spent doing it made us even more proficient with it. About  week before the exam Stu the Jew and I had a preliminary program and were pushing it on the rest of the gang. They didn't like it - you had to know what the program was asking for and what it intended to do with the data. It didn't bother Stu and I - we invented it after all - but then we had to tutor the youngsters and we got even MORE proficient. It was a helluva lot of work. We stayed late. We drilled. We schemed and fought over problems but eventually - we were ready. We ordered a special patch cable that would allow us to download our program to other calculators - and we were ready to rip!
 
The midterm exam was almost a let down. Our midterms were typically only 3 or 4 problems...but could easily take 20 minutes (or more)  each to solve. You had to know what you were doing and move fast. An hour was allotted for the test and we finished up in 10 minutes flat. We would have been done in half that, but you have to show your work if you want full marks so we had to go back and fill that in after the calculators spat out their answers. Stu and I were the first ones out, followed closely by Aenus, Delldo and Jizm.  Aenus smirked and farted loudly as he left the classroom as a final billowing salute to our wonderful instructor.
 
The next day we were up in the coffee room with our lords and masters trying to sort out something else when The Head sat down, and asked the others to leave so he could speak with us alone. "Mind telling me how you AND your gang managed to get 100% scores on that last Process Theory exam?" Stu went pale, but I didn't - I was older and we had done nothing wrong. In fact, I was proud as punch because I did much of the programming. Handing him my calculaotor, I said "Check this out - we could land rockets on the moon with these things!" I gloated. He called one of our spies in the faculty over - Blacque Jacque - and passed him the calculator. "Holy shit! Can you get over the SIZE of this? How many lines of code did you dummies put into this abortion? I've said it before and I'll say it again - we need to do more work with these kids on digital fundamentals and programming skills. Why - a program this size should be able to land a rocket on the moon AND bring it back to earth - assuming the programmers weren't hare-lipped retards like you scrotes!" he chortled.
 
"Hey - it works," Stu said defensively. The Dept. Head steepled his fingers, pursed his lips and frowned. "You young men have gone to an awful lot of work to do well," he said, "But you're being assholes about it too - and in the workplace, that is unacceptable." I rather liked The Head, he was a nice guy and I felt bad that he was disappointed in us. "You need some humility, gentlemen - and on the final you shall have it." He got up and left.
 
"Bring it on," Stu said. I politely noted that now would be a good time for Stu The Jew to STFU. Blacque Jacque smirked and eyed us. "Step lightly, boys, or you will be in for a world of hurt." The Process Control Loon was in a silent, cold fury and stormed out.
 
Later, over at the food court Aenus and Delldo gave us the very hell of it. "Way to go assholes. Now you have the entire staff wanting to sink us! Whadda we gonna do??? Cripes, this is EXACTLY the kind of shit I don't want to worry about over the Christmas holidays!" he wailed.
 
I smoked Delldo a mean Charlie Horse across his upper thigh and told the snivellers to get ahold of themselves. That triggered a brawl that had us ejected from the food court by three fat, angry mall cops. We were thrown out and thinking nothing of it, I told the boys "Nobody worries about anything. We're gonna work hard after the holidays, we're gonna be courteous and polite to the instructors and even to The Process Control Loon himself," I said. "By the time spring is here those dummies will have forgotten all this. We'll smoke the finals and be off for the summer! Everybody just stay loose - and kiss ass for all you're worth with the profs and instructors. It will all work out. You may even develop a taste for rectums the way Aenus has..." and with that I was getting pounded and my face washed out with snow by the kids. We worked hard and by gawd - we played hard too on occasion. Sometimes maybe a little too hard, upon reflection.
 
Stu was right though, and I was as arrogant as he was. Bring it on - indeed!

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