Wonder if this was the inspiration?
Posted on 06/02/2020 3:06:45 AM PDT by wrrock
A lot of people posting about #PhillyExplosions overnight. Explosions appear to be the result of an organized effort to blow up ATMs for the Cash. SEE VIDEO...
You have to wonder how many of them are people who were saved from Covid by being released from prisons.
They are just peaceful social justice bank robbers petitioning for reparations.
Im not all that startled
I can’t believe they are that easy to blow open. Those did not look like large enough explosions to crack a safe as hefty as an ATM.
It’s racist that ATMs don’t give out free money.
Around Germany for the past five years, ATM ‘blow-up’ episodes are fairly common...probably at least twenty a week. Almost a ‘science’ in dealing with the explosion.
There are different types of ATMs with different security levels.
Outdoor ATMs have strong safes, but they are not bomb proof.
Indoor ATMs, like those at convenience stores, do not have safes. They are just sheet metal because the store security is sufficient to protect the ATM.
These cretins targeted indoor ATMs as they are the easiest to crack open so you can access the money trays.
The convenience stores are closed and the police do not respond when those stores are broken into. So, the ATMs are sitting ducks.
The last four stanzas of Kiplings “Gods of the Copybook Headings”:
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
(The full poem can be found on my home page)
Wonder if this was the inspiration?
If true it would be a clear sign that these “protesters” are not just frustrated citizens striking back at authority.
No, they are organized terrorist who know how to get money to further their terrorism.
Obviously the death of an innocent man is just the excuse to create a major crisis for Trump and to destroy capitalism.
They typically aren't. The bank sponsored ATM's made by Dieboldt for example aren't easy to get into and it would take a large explosion to break into them. That large of an explosion would very likely destroy the money that's inside.
The small "kiosk" style ATM's found in many convenience stores and other locations that are third-party (not bank specific/bank sponsored) I'm guessing are significantly easier to break into because their size doesn't allow for the same protections a larger ATM does.
Note: I worked on a very large ATM hardware & software upgrade for a large midwestern bank between 2003 - 2007. I had access to numerous ATM manufacturer devices in a development lab environment and had hands-on experience with them so I speak with some experience here though I would not say I'm an absolute expert.)
OK, if we are quoting poetry-
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
The Second Coming, WB Yeats
People who say that are always the best source.
I have learned to be wary of the man who cautiously admits he has "some experience" with that. Never bet against him!
People with real knowledge have an understanding of their limits, and how much they do not know!
Please re-post with stanzas.
I see some of your modifications but the run-on paragraph is painful.
Thanks.
More likely, they will destroy opportunity.
Nice post. Those who know more than those who merely have fairly extensive experience are often not in a position to talk—and often those who do talk are demonstrating bad judgment which extends to other things.
Here is my modern adaptation of the famous poem. Just a few words changed:
As I pass through my invocations with every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Marxist Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the God of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlasts them all.
We were living in trees when he met us. He showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found him lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left him to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. He never altered his pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Marxist Place,
But he always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its ricefield, or the lights had gone out in Phnom.
With the Hopes that our World is built on He was utterly out of touch,
He denied that the Moon was Stilton; He denied she was even Dutch;
He denied that Wishes were Horses; He denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Marxists Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the God of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the God of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the God of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don't work you die.”
Then the Gods of the Marxists tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the God of the Copybook Headings rose up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The God of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter returns!
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