AHPP

Spotify link for the youth.

Here's the first one we've released. It started as being primarily about the environmental harm caused by war, expending resources to destroy resources to steal other peoples' resources but ended up including reference to the revolving door of the military-industrial complex and the general shitness of nation state conflict.

Quite. I can’t believe the “men” who have opinions about this shit.

Just something for the enterprising young man to consider. The British workforce is currently dominated by pointless office retards, mostly funnelled that way by schools.

It could well be worth ditching school. Weigh up the pros and cons.

I’m sure I’ve read spud on here saying he’d ported a blower.

I’d have done the same. That’s a stout tree. There are some monsters in Woking. My uncle has a couple of big beech about the same as that in his garden, backing onto the canal. No access except round corners, through the house/garage. That’s a logistical exercise when they need to come down.

Paraphrasing, you killjoy.

“Rig it there.” “I don’t think we’ve got the height.” “We do.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to go a bit further out for a bit more clearance over the fence?” “Yes I’m sure. I’m a mint climber myself.” Cut. Swing. Fence gets it. Awkward silence.

Who cares. Let him keep you on a studded lead and call you pipebitch, as long as he pays for it. He can be pleased by thinking he’s the brains. You can be pleased by taking his money and forgetting he exists by ten past four.

Aye. Filthy. Problem appears to have been fixed by the application of 70 psi to outside and inside of carb. Cheers, folks.

How do I test to see if it’s the problem? Good fuel supply getting to it. The mower runs for a minute or so and then dies. Leave it for a couple of minutes and try again and it runs for another minute. I suspect this fuel pump isn’t replenishing the carb bowl quickly enough.

Between the fuel and the carb on a Kawasaki v twin on a Viking mower.

Finally, a woman who understands imperial measurements.

"Were they Indian?"

https://www.legislation.gov.uk/ukpga/1978/30/section/6 6Gender and number. In any Act, unless the contrary intention appears,— (a)words importing the masculine gender include the feminine; (b)words importing the feminine gender include the masculine; (c)words in the singular include the plural and words in the plural include the singular.

Supreme Chancellor doobin is in power. Voting age is 21 for civilians and 18 for soldiers. Ten 18-year-olds join the army. Two years pass. One was a good kid and becomes a good man. The remaining nine were pricks and stay pricks. The ten of them are 20-years-old and have ten votes that civilian 20-year-olds don't have. This cadre of 90% pricks exert power over everyone else in the country. There are no 20-year-old civilians to vote against them because they can't vote. Democracy gives bad people the same power as good people. Starship Troopers doobinocracy gives them more.

And the vote of an arsehole lance corporal would count the same as anyone else's, except there would be an artificial prevalence of them (in the doobinocratic system we're discussing).

Don't you work for Halliburton?

As much as army life might be good for a lot of people and might offset some social disharmony (ie taking tearaways away from British council estates and putting them in Iraqi council estates), it produces people who only know how to function with top-down power structures and who will vehemently reject individualism as adults. Weighting democracy in favour of that system is like when something with water in tips over. It starts going, the water runs to the side, weights it more and makes sure it goes. Plus, fighting mindset combined with the standard attributes of the public sector (corruption, mob mentality, lack of accountability etc) is doubly dangerous. Look at Stanford Prison. Imagine if those kids, instead of being told to stop at the end of the week, had been given medals and promotions. Those are the Guantanamo guards of the future, pissing on a caged arab with broken hands and feet. On army raising, I watched The Hunger Games yesterday. It's set in a 'dystopian future' where the rich live in the capital city and the poor live in 12 outside districts and are only allowed food if they work. Every year, the rich pick a couple of poor kids from each district and make them all fight to the death so they can make money from televising it. There is of course a buoyant support industry in arming them, training them etc. It would have been a less depressing watch if it wasn't exactly how countries currently constitute armies.

I decided a while ago there wasn't much point in talking to you about anything like this.

Basically no.

No. I was playing devil's advocate. I don't think anyone should have the vote. But you were going down the right line.

They are. That's what I'm talking about.