We Haven't Slandered Or Defamed Kaptain Ketamine In A While
Conrad has only skimmed the news headlines this morning, which are more notable for the death of Val Kilmer (excellent in "Heat" by the way) than anything positive about Muskie, much to the latter's pained regret. Art!
This is the moment when Val's character, full of bonhomie at having pulled off a massive bank robbery, instantly changes demeanour. It precipitates a shoot-out that is deservedly legendary for it's attention to realism.
ANYWAY to make a tenuous link, in the scene above there is so much lead flying around that OSHA would wince in anguish. Who or what is OSHA? O I thought you'd never ask!
The Occupational Safety and Health Administration, is what. Art!
This is the South Canadian federal agency entrusted with monitoring and regulating health and safety in the workplace. It's an essential agency in protecting workers - so expect Elong Tusk to try and get rid of it - because most South Canadian employers deeply mourn the banishment of slavery.
On to our story, narrated by the victim's offspring. Glass-Cutting Dad, hereafter GCD, had worked in a glass-processing plant for decades, and was a master at his craft. He'd even got a plaque from NASA for his work on the solar panels for Hubble, and an award from a church for his 15,000 hand-cut pieces of glass for a stained-glass window. Art!
Those panels have to work right first time, you can't recall and recut.
ANYWAY the original owner died from old age, and his Bottomhole Offspring took over, as they often do, and proceeded to cut every corner imaginable to reduce costs. They didn't charge for air only because they'd never seen "Total Recall".
The literal crunch came when GCD was overseeing work on the shop floor and fell onto that very same (hard concrete) floor, injuring his back. This is when the corner-cutting nature of the BOs came into play, as well as their servile minions. Art!
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As per union and OHSA RULES AND REGULATIONS NOT AIRY-FAIRY NONSENSE WRITTEN IN COBWEBS ON POST-IT NOTES LEFT UNDER THE FRIDGE, after an accident like this the plant should be shut down, OHSA informed and an investigation conducted, with the plant not returning to operations until after the conclusion of said investo.
But that would cost money, wouldn't it?
There then followed a series of staggeringly stupid decisions.
1) The Plant Manager refused to shut down the line. The Union President, who GCD classed as 'a bottom-licker of epic proportions', and whom should have insisted the line be closed, merely nodded and did nothing. Probably tugging his forelock as he did so.
2) They refused to call an ambulance because that would mean shutting down the line.
3) GCD was shunted onto a bit of cardboard and dragged off to a side entrance.
4) Rather than an ambulance, they loaded him into a company panel truck, drove to the nearest hospital and dumped him there. Art!
CAUTION! Not an emergency vehicle. Not under any circumstances. |
The long medical story short is that this was the end of GCD's days in the factory, thanks to spinal damage. GCD was happy to get a small settlement and worker's compensation until he could hit retirement age and collect his pension.
What could possibly go wrong?
Hmmm, just everything from that point onwards. You see, when the company lawyer turned up, as per instructions from the BOs, he offered only worker's compensation, no settlement and GCD needed to sign a waiver that stated he was to blame for the accident.
It transpired that the accident had not only not been investigated, it hadn't even been reported, although everyone from PM to BOs lied and said it had. After all, what could possibly go wrong? Well, imagine you're Val Kilmer's character walking out of the bank with a jaunty strut - and then you see the entirety of the LAPD waiting for you. That's how wrong it could get. Art!
GCD retained a personal injury attorney, with instructions to go scorched and salted earth on the company, which they did.
What could possibly go wrong? Well, the Plant Manager, HR and Union President were all fired, and only GCD's residual kindness prevented criminal charges being lodged against them. The UP was also fined $25,000 and banned from his own union.
The company really took a hit. Remember OHSA? well, they seem to have decided to make an example of the BOs, for in the words of GCD's offspring, they descended on the plant 'like a plague of locusts'. Thus business was hit with $6 million in fines - how much would they have lost to just shutting the line down for a couple of hours? The whole plant was forced to close for 60 days, which also lost them $2 million in lost contracts. They were banned from tendering for any government contracts for three years - goodbye working for NASA again! - which totalled losses of $4 million.
$12 million down the dustpipe, which forced the BOs to sell off their company at a fraction of it's original value, to an acquisitions business from Sweden. Art!
The PM, HR and UP all blew through their retirement funds in no time. UP now works in a shop, and the AI Art Generator thinks that above shows a 'spill in aisle three'.
GCD retired early with a million dollars. That's revengeance. OHSAy can you see, by the dawn's early light -
More Blasting From The Past
Is this a tailored advert? If so, the algorithm has learned a thing or two since it began recommending 'Log Counting Software'. I mean, a log's a pretty substantial thing, it would be hard to either miss or miscount a bundle of them.
ANYWAY Art!
I ask about targeting because these headliners were all big in the Eighties, so are they trying to appeal to music fans of Conrad's age?
Conrad further noticed that "The Stranglers" are performing and so is their former frontman, Hugh Cornwell. One would like to be a fly on the wall backstage when they encounter each other. Conrad further further noticed that there's no prices given. How very remiss.
On The Home Stretch
Your Humble Scribe has reached page 650 of "11.22.1963", which always seems odd when typed out. As predicted, Ol' Steve is having his hero and heroine go down to the wire in terms of dealing with Lee Harvey Oswald. I mean, where would the word count be if Jake merely walked up to Lee in the dark and plugged him dead? Efficient and timely, yes, and the editor wouldn't have to try and cut down the 1,200 pages to something a tad more manageable, but it would kind of lack suspense. Art!
Conrad Takes The Biscuit
And also the cake. The Tunis Cake, that is. Art!
No, I don't know why the date is a year out. ANYWAY here's the cake in all it's ganached glory. It has to be a decade since I last made ganache and I think the double cream in this case was rather past it's sell-by-date, hence the trace of separated oils on the top.
Grumpy Gefreiter Gets Grumpier
Hopefully our little missives from the tetchy Teuton NCO are adding a little nuance to accounts of the fighting in Belgium, because as we have seen the German army had a lot of dross in their ranks.
11 September 1944
A patrol of 3 Company went to the other side of the canal in the night. An enemy patrol was on our side at the same time. Callenberg has been a deserter since 6 September. Rumour of Von Kluge's suicide. Model (55) his successor. The Regimental Commander very dissatisfied with 3 Company's sector.
The 'Priest' is NOT A TANK! |
Conrad's Commentary: The Teutons didn't like operating at night, whereas the British loved it and have practiced it ever since. 'Callenberg', whomever he is or was, doesn't seem to be infused with the dedication and discipline that Nazi Germany expected, quite.
Von Kluge did indeed commit suicide, taking poison rather than return to Germany, where the Gestapo were waiting to have a little chat with him, as he was up to his Prussian ears in the plotting to assassinate Herr Schickelgruber. Another one short on dedication and discipline! Art!
That's Model, the replacement, pronounced 'Moh-dell'. He got around Herr Schickelgruber's constant and consistent interference by ringing Der Fuhrer's headquarters up every five minutes to ask permission to put butter on his crumpets, or to use a chinagraph pencil on his map sheets. After a morning of non-stop pestering Ol' Schicky would lose the plot and leave him to carry on, uninterrupted.
Finally -
I've been so busy working and blogging that I've not had a chance to read about Elong Tusk's morning misery. Allow me whilst I'm on my afternoon break, consuming both schadenfreude and cake.