MapleEngineer

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MapleEngineer,

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MapleEngineer,

They’re going to molotov concrete and steel?

Cool.

Cool cool cool.

MapleEngineer,

Ya…ok…have fun with that.

MapleEngineer,

You figure the cement trucks will pull up to a sugar table so that protesters can add a few bags of sugar to each one? That seems unlikely. It also seems unlikely that anyone could get enough sugar deep enough into any structural element to cause any real damage.

MapleEngineer,

How do you figure they will get the sugar into the concrete?

MapleEngineer, (edited )

No problem. These childish collective fantasies are fun, aren’t they? Yup, they’re fun right up until a bullet rips through your chest when you’re trying to climb through the smashed out window of the barricaded doors to the Speaker’s Lobby or the FBI is kicking down your door three years later. It’s fun in your head when your enemies are incompetent boobs and everything goes your way. In reality you get arrested and/or injured/killed and the buildings get built anyway.

EDIT: 3 years later. Remeber right afterwards when they said that the FBI would lose interest and that there was no way they would arrest and try everyone. It seems to quaint, now.

EDIT 2: I went looking for a name for the childish collective fantasies but couldn’t find one. The best I could come up with is a naïve collective fantasy that grew in an epistemic bubble inside an echo bunker. No one bothered to ask “What then?” or, “What will the consequences be if things go wrong and we are caught and held accountable for our actions?” Ashli Babbit and the neo-fascist red hats never considered the, “What ifs” right up until the moment the bullet ripped through her chest. At that point they realized, “Holy fuck, they’re shooting at us.” Everyone else watching on TV expected that to happen on a slaughterous scale much earlier yet they were surprised that it happened to one of them. Someone was not using their critical thinking skills.

MapleEngineer,

I have Asperger’s. It’s what we do. Pure critical thinking.

MapleEngineer,

Nuke the boot loader and burn your compiled code directly onto the bare metal the way the designers intended.

MapleEngineer, (edited )

God, so many.

In the telecom rooms at work, often, like multiple times a week. In the boardroom at work. In my cubicle at work after hours while waiting for a delivery.

In the back of my truck in every garage around the building where we worked. In my truck in a Walmart parking lot at lunch time. In my truck parked on a busy street in downtown Ottawa at lunchtime on a weekday.

In a stall in a busy boarding stable while people were coming and going.

In her pool in her backyard in the city in the middle of the day.

In the parking garage at a mall on Christmas eve.

In the public bathroom in an office building while people came and went.

So many more.

MapleEngineer,

That was all one woman, a coworker. I miss her a lot.

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