I invited an aircraft mechanic friend to meet me in Lincoln, Maskachusetts, a center of righteousness, for lunch. We sat at the bar so that he could watch the end of the F1 race in Bahrain. Towards the end of the experience, he said “I really like our waitress. If you brought her home and found out that she had a penis would you run away or just say, ‘Well, it’s 2025’?”
Loosely related, while walking around the Allston-Brighton area of Boston after dinners, I learned that even in a one-party state, people can disagree. Should there be a class war first or does the war against Israel take priority? Bostonians do seem to agree on the need to stock up on marijuana, and backup marijuana, before going to war:
I really like our waitress. If you brought her home and found out that she had a penis would you run away or just say, ‘Well, it’s 2025’? Run away!
What if a mechanic worked on your airplane, then you found out they/them didn’t actually have any training/qualification/experience. Instead, they/theme just identified as an excellent aircraft mechanic. Would you ground your airplane, because of your bigotry?
Isn’t such a person just an undocumented aircraft mechanic (one who doesn’t have certification etc)?
I haven’t been to Lincoln, MA since 1986 when the attractive college drop-out I was just getting to know invited me to her parents’ house for dinner. Her father was an MIT professor. I soon learned that the young lady was on an extended break from the University of Colorado to try to kick a bad cocaine addiction. I didn’t see a future with her. I ran into her several months later while she was waiting tables at a Bennigans at the Burlington Mall. But, anyway, back then, Lincoln seemed like a comfortable place to live.