Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
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Monday, 5 November 2018

This Is Why The Daisy BB Gun Was Invented



My big bro was a lineman. He just retired last year. Yep, he's doing the Freedom 55 thing. He started with the company at the age of 18 and never worked anywhere else. When he started back in the early 80's, he was your typical boisterous young union slob and would have been right at home with all those arseholes up there.

Then the gov't utility got privatized, and a lot of those mouthy union types were given pink slips. The old dead wood was pensioned off. Then the strikes started happening and things got REALLY nasty. He shocked the hell out of me when he actually crossed a union line to go back to work. I was shocked at the morality of it, to be honest. Those slobs were striking in the midst of hard times when the rest of us would have given our left arms just to have a job. The union lost that confrontation, but those guys play hardball - big bro was persona non grata among guys that were formerly his friends. The company did right by him though - and promoted him into management. Now he was stuck dealing with the same arseholes that he himself used to be. The second he was eligible, he cashed out, took his pension and retired.

Big Bro went through the same liberal family wringer I did but from the other direction. I think the experience changed him. He became quieter, angrier, and less sociable. Jeez - who does that remind me of?

When I retire, I think I am going to be a hermit. I might learn to garden and hopefully learn how to ignore the world.

7 comments:

  1. Oh dear. That is quite a...photo.

    The longer I live, the more the hermit life seems to suit me. Outside of a tight group of friends (almost all of whom I never actually see), people on the whole seem to have little to offer now.

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    1. I watch the tiny house guys with big gardens all the time now. The rural bloggers with livestock and animals... it soothes the soul.

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  2. do you and bro have friendly interactions? you could take him camping maybe.

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  3. No Deb. I’ve finished with reaching out to family and friends. There’s no point. They’re different people now, and I am different now too.

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    1. Funny thing I realized Glen: The InterWeb gives us a sort of long range seeing device to see how friends and family ended up - and thus, how we might have ended up if we had been with them. Before, we only knew them as being gone and then occasionally seeing them. On the whole, I seem to have made some better choices than I had anticipated.

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    2. I used to think that if I just made a decent argument or case, that I could sway people, TB. Now - like you, I acknowledge that it is largely futile. Especially with women - or liberal women. I am now firmly convinced that they will never see sense. My family is infested with them - they run their mouths and destroy their families - and blame everyone but themselves. Big Bro's family blew itself to bits before the internet, basically.
      Of course now, we can watch these social developments, compare notes and react - which was something my brother was never able to do. When my daughter went nuts and became a militant lesbian social justice warrior, I was able to chat with other parents who went through exactly what I did. They told me in advance the kind of crap my daughter would pull - from the fake claims of victimhood, to the bogus 'daddy issues' and phoney accusations. So well informed were my mentors, that they could predict her actions before she did them.
      Big Bro had none of that. I think he took the attacks on his character personally and I can't blame him for that. I did the same even though I knew the script my daughter was following. It breaks a man, some worse than others. Big Bro got the full meal deal.
      All you can do is wish them well and hope they find a way to deal with the chips on their shoulders. I think you and your buddy, Seneca - have the right idea.

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  4. I got my first real job when I was 31. It didn't pay much, and the guy I had to report to was a class-A jerk. Still, it was a major career change and worth it.

    I remember seeing a labor strike at the Nuclear Power station where I worked, and I knew a lot of guys who would be glad to have those jobs at the current rate of pay and benefits.

    The problem was greed and fear; greed, because human wants will never be satisfied, and fear, because if the labor union isn't doing much of anything the members will begin to question whether they really need the union or not.

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