We don't have a "wealth gap" we have an IQ gap. The high IQs have jeeps on Mars looking for pussy while the dumb niggers are slaughtering each other over spilled chicken Mcnuggets. Its time to admit they are not fixable.

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The best bet would be to act as meatshields/forward for the other nations that would soon land-rush Antarctica if they saw a viable colony on Antarctica. You still end serving the u.s. but the u.s. or other would want you to effectively appear neutral.

The same way north korea is nominally separate from china, or japan is distinct from the u.s. regime.

You get to be free for a generation or three, and live your life in a sane world, before globohomo take over there too.

Or you go hard, elon musk style, with a fuckton of money, and you roll the dice by telling everyone to fuck off, big-stick style. But no one on the right, except maybe two people, has that kind of money or clout. One of them would definitely surprise you if you knew the name.

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The second option is the best.

I've worked for large corporations in construction and they do pay well and treat you right. Mostly it'd be white based guys such as work the oil fields up in North Dakota. If you saw a couple black guys up there they were all dressed up in hip clothes and driving a nice car. So what were they doing up there? Selling drugs and pimping to the oil workers like myself. I didn't do drugs, drink much beyond a couple beers after work and we stayed in a small hotel in a very small town but that didn't stop me from knowing what's going on.

You wouldn't have to worry about homos and blacks in a mining facility in Antarctica because no one is going to pay to have them shipped up there. It's just not going to happen in the same way you don't have riff raff out at sea on an oil rig.

Then too, blacks won't work in such a situation. They just don't have it in them to pack up some clothes, gear and persevere in tough conditions. We'd go out every day and work in 10 degrees below zero and sometimes driving snow. It was brutal but you dress up and get used to it.

Before us on a tank installation there was a crew of Mexicans out of Texas. When the ground froze and snow started coming down they packed up their shit and quit. So you wouldn't have to worry about them gold bricking on a job. They only work when conditions suit them. They'll deliberately drag their ass on a job to stretch it out. That shit doesn't fly in a high powered construction job. They get run off.

One company I worked for would sign a bunch of us up to go do a ship repair job up on the Great Lakes in winter when they can't ship cargo. For years it was all good and then the company started providing transport from Mississippi for anyone who could run a bead. Nothing but trouble cause these guys couldn't be bothered to think ahead, maintain their own vehicle and have money to travel on their own.

They had poor work ethics and would blow their first paycheck on crack and then lay out on Monday and Tuesday. To black guys were caught shoplifting from Walmart the first week we got on the job. Another couple of guys were caught exploiting a local girl who had diminished capacity to understand what they were up to as they started pimping her out to their buddies. Another black guy arrived on the job with a "girlfriend" he wanted to pimp out. Combination Welder/Pimp. Another couple of blacks got into a knife fight on board the ship we were working. Just all round horseshit once these clowns were on the job.

Oh, and the Vietnamese welders? They came up north with no insulated Carharts and heavy insulated boots. Poor bastards would huddle up around a can filled with scrap metal heating it with a rosebud torch. They were so afraid of the cold they would piss in the corner of the bilge tank till it reeked like a Tijuana toilet rather than leave the ship for the toilet onshore.

The second option is the best. I've worked for large corporations in construction and they do pay well and treat you right. Mostly it'd be white based guys such as work the oil fields up in North Dakota. If you saw a couple black guys up there they were all dressed up in hip clothes and driving a nice car. So what were they doing up there? Selling drugs and pimping to the oil workers like myself. I didn't do drugs, drink much beyond a couple beers after work and we stayed in a small hotel in a very small town but that didn't stop me from knowing what's going on. You wouldn't have to worry about homos and blacks in a mining facility in Antarctica because no one is going to pay to have them shipped up there. It's just not going to happen in the same way you don't have riff raff out at sea on an oil rig. Then too, blacks won't work in such a situation. They just don't have it in them to pack up some clothes, gear and persevere in tough conditions. We'd go out every day and work in 10 degrees below zero and sometimes driving snow. It was brutal but you dress up and get used to it. Before us on a tank installation there was a crew of Mexicans out of Texas. When the ground froze and snow started coming down they packed up their shit and quit. So you wouldn't have to worry about them gold bricking on a job. They only work when conditions suit them. They'll deliberately drag their ass on a job to stretch it out. That shit doesn't fly in a high powered construction job. They get run off. One company I worked for would sign a bunch of us up to go do a ship repair job up on the Great Lakes in winter when they can't ship cargo. For years it was all good and then the company started providing transport from Mississippi for anyone who could run a bead. Nothing but trouble cause these guys couldn't be bothered to think ahead, maintain their own vehicle and have money to travel on their own. They had poor work ethics and would blow their first paycheck on crack and then lay out on Monday and Tuesday. To black guys were caught shoplifting from Walmart the first week we got on the job. Another couple of guys were caught exploiting a local girl who had diminished capacity to understand what they were up to as they started pimping her out to their buddies. Another black guy arrived on the job with a "girlfriend" he wanted to pimp out. Combination Welder/Pimp. Another couple of blacks got into a knife fight on board the ship we were working. Just all round horseshit once these clowns were on the job. Oh, and the Vietnamese welders? They came up north with no insulated Carharts and heavy insulated boots. Poor bastards would huddle up around a can filled with scrap metal heating it with a rosebud torch. They were so afraid of the cold they would piss in the corner of the bilge tank till it reeked like a Tijuana toilet rather than leave the ship for the toilet onshore.

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Christ in a fucking crackerbox, what a shitshow.

I would have been tempted to throw somebody overboard. Maybe even a few somebodies.

Thanks for that.

I would have done welding except I knew at the time, as I do now, they're just gonna replace you all with mexicans.

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When I worked at NASSCO the yard is almost completely run by Latinos. Both Mexicans and Mexican American. They are or can be corrupt, racist, backstabbers. I did learn how to work around them.

On one crew the supervisor would have a crew of about 30 to 40 guys, myself included, wait while he met up with other white hats to organize plans for the day. About two days out of five and sometimes three he'd come out, I'd see his eyes searching for me and then he'd send me home for the day. At first it pissed me off but then I realized, I can survive this. Also he often sent another non Spanish speaking Latino home for the day. So why us? Turns out NASSCO has a special agreement with the government to ship in Mexicans from across the border in Mexicali transport them overland to San Diego at the port in white vans and then transport them back home. They can't send any of them home for the day so the only two local guys on that crew get sent home. They were supposed to pay us four hours if they send us home after we arrive for work but that didn't get done.

Then I got "borrowed" by another crew boss who I really liked. He was an English speaking Mexican American but he treated me very well and enjoyed my high quality work, speed of work and dedication to defect free and attending to all the little details so no one has to rework my work. We got along really well and I felt appreciated. His name was Osuna.

Then he tells me one morning he has bad news. My old supervisor is demanding I be sent back to his crew. "Oh hell no" I tell Osuna how badly I was treated and sent home half the week all the time. It was like a joke, a bad joke and I never ever got my four hours compensation. Massive cheating and fraud.

Osuna sent an email back saying I didn't want to go and he didn't want to let me go as he really needed me. The other supervisor sent a threatening email back through the company system. It's all recorded. So away I went. Then the supervisor that same day sends me to another area of the yard where I also got on real well and was highly valued.

Then same thing, he calls me back to his area and I get treated like shit again, given the worst jobs and called racist names, had my equipment sabotaged or vanished. I went to HR and complained and was laid off that afternoon, "reduction of force". Right. Reduction of one person. The HR guy was a curt, sour faced black guy.

Later I get hired back on and demand to not be put on second shift where the same bullshit starts up again but even worse. The foreman was giving instructions in Spanish and refused to instruct me in English as per company policy. I start fighting back with malicious compliance. A female wetback I overheard telling another guy to just take my air hoses. I swiped her wire feeder box (welding machine) and hide it behind a beam, hooking it up very quickly and then round up some more air hoses. Asshole foreman comes down because bitch is whining someone took her shit. I know nothing, I see nothing. Foreman sends me off to another crew. He's pissed cause he knows now I'm playing their game back on them. Fucking them up for shits and giggles.

I get on third shift. Once more surrounded by Latinos of both nationalities but I'm gonna crack this problem.

I get written up for a safety violation caused by the foreman and a Vietnamese coworker. I'm threatened with being fired. So all next night I'm stewing over this as it's completely unfair.

Then the one other white guy on the crew who's a bit of a newbie comes to me with important news. The day shift supervisor noticed where he had been welding was very low production as it was a tight area, his welds are substandard, etc. He rubs out the guy's badge number and replaces it with MY badge number. Ho Lee Fuk!!!. This is the clearest case of fraud, setting me up and back stabbing imaginable. Same shift the foreman of the day shift crew is bringing in his guys and lining them up on areas they need to start welding. He blames me for some very bad welds on the other side of the bulkhead. I know I wasn't there the night before so it's not mine. There' s no badge number in sight. Near the area is my badge number where I had welded the night before. At the end of the area are marks I put down to indicate where my work stopped.

I point all this out to the foreman and remind him I had seen him assign the defective area to his guy the night before and point to my perfect defect free welds. "That's how I weld, and there's MY badge number. Over there is YOUR guy's work".

He points to where I am currently welding and points out I don't have a badge number written down so that's why I'm getting blamed. "And I'm NOT DONE YET!" Obviously you finish out your area with a badge number AFTER you are done then put the stop marks at the end of your work area. Everyone knows this. So, thinking over the rules and stuff and realizing I got written up just the night before for trash in my area I go looking for trash bags to get off the ship. I find a huge pile of them on deck. I've marked out all my welds, packed up my tools for the day and I'm ready to stir up trouble. It's gonna be epic because I know the rules.

I go to a couple guys from this crew and ask them to help me with the trash bags to get them to the chute and off the ship. They refuse to help me. I'll remember their names. It's another rule violation to refuse to help a coworker who's clearly asking for assistance. I go to the foreman who had been ragging on me and ask him to help with the trash and report to him that two of his guys refused to help me. He also refuses to help me and won't send someone to help me.

I start humping trash on my own so I have a few minutes to plan my play.

Then I go down to the gang box to have my foreman sign me out. I report how the day shift supervisor committed fraud by switching out my badge number with another worker, report that guys name are area of work, report the refusal by the other crew to help me with trash, etc. Day shift supervisor is right there listening as I hoped. He doesn't say a word until I am done then starts praising me lavishly. (He's scared)

I write finish filling out my daily report but leave out the switching of the badge number. I don't want to get anyone fired because I would rather have assholes who are terrified I might talk than assholes who don't know how I operate. I take notes, I remember shit and take names.

I then have a discussion with my foreman and my supervisor reminding them how the trash I got blamed for they both ignored and did nothing about. How the other crew refused to help and how they all should be reprimanded. Things get tense. Then I offer an olive branch. I'm there to help them and ask them to help me. Blah, blah, blah. Stick and carrot talk. By the time I'm done they are nodding agreement.

Next day the reprimand is withdrawn. Everyone's packing out trash instead of storing it onboard. My foreman and my supervisor are my buddies. LOL. How far can I push this. I find another rule that's being violated. Welders are being tasked to clean up scars and weld burrs left by the fitters. It's THIER job. I point out how this is directly in the written orders we see ever day. We're all getting blamed for poor production because we're all being tasked with stuff that's not our job. I write this into another report that goes up to the front office.

There are three thousand of these reports DAILY. No one reads them but I've been planning this shit for months. A month before I had started writing hilarious reports and suggestions. Just off the wall stuff like begging for Dancercise girls in leotards for our exercise loosening up routine that's done every day. Also, Massage girls, preferably attractive to come through and give massages when we are tired and sore.

How it works is that my foreman would read these joke reports, laugh his ass off and pass it off to the supervisor. Then it gets sent up to front office for a laugh. Now, when they've been getting these hilarious reports, the worst thing that can happen is for the reports from yours truly to stop. "Hey, where's the reports from our welder/comedian?". "We want more funny!". So, yes, my reports ALWAYS get read. I also nailed other crews in my report for chucking trash in cable bins against regs.

Then I united all the beaners on my crew by talking nice and passing out consumables so they don't have to make a trip to the lunch room. Guys love this sort of favor. I'd bring an extra roll of wire without being asked. You need something, ask the Comedian! Guys started returning the favor and doing similar stuff for each other. Helping sweep up, helping others get set up, etc. We became like a family.

I had two enemies on the crew. The only two lead men who had I had reprimanded for trying to play foreman when he was right there and the other one for making very wrong suggestions that violate rules. The supervisor commended me and told the guy to his face he was dead wrong.

So, one day one of the lead men had to read the weekly safety bulletin. Turns out, he couldn't read well and stumbled on every third word without a clue how to pronounce it. I quietly stood up next to him and starting whispering the words to him. The guy was sick with embarrassment and his voice was shaking until I started helping him. After that, he loved me and was backing me up.

So yeh, I had to learn how to work these people and one other Mexican bitch the Navy brass ordered me to tell her off for disrespecting me. I did as I was told and got a pat on the back as I walked off the ship. A really based navy officer.. They hate wetbacks working on an active navy ship.

When I worked at NASSCO the yard is almost completely run by Latinos. Both Mexicans and Mexican American. They are or can be corrupt, racist, backstabbers. I did learn how to work around them. On one crew the supervisor would have a crew of about 30 to 40 guys, myself included, wait while he met up with other white hats to organize plans for the day. About two days out of five and sometimes three he'd come out, I'd see his eyes searching for me and then he'd send me home for the day. At first it pissed me off but then I realized, I can survive this. Also he often sent another non Spanish speaking Latino home for the day. So why us? Turns out NASSCO has a special agreement with the government to ship in Mexicans from across the border in Mexicali transport them overland to San Diego at the port in white vans and then transport them back home. They can't send any of them home for the day so the only two local guys on that crew get sent home. They were supposed to pay us four hours if they send us home after we arrive for work but that didn't get done. Then I got "borrowed" by another crew boss who I really liked. He was an English speaking Mexican American but he treated me very well and enjoyed my high quality work, speed of work and dedication to defect free and attending to all the little details so no one has to rework my work. We got along really well and I felt appreciated. His name was Osuna. Then he tells me one morning he has bad news. My old supervisor is demanding I be sent back to his crew. "Oh hell no" I tell Osuna how badly I was treated and sent home half the week all the time. It was like a joke, a bad joke and I never ever got my four hours compensation. Massive cheating and fraud. Osuna sent an email back saying I didn't want to go and he didn't want to let me go as he really needed me. The other supervisor sent a threatening email back through the company system. It's all recorded. So away I went. Then the supervisor that same day sends me to another area of the yard where I also got on real well and was highly valued. Then same thing, he calls me back to his area and I get treated like shit again, given the worst jobs and called racist names, had my equipment sabotaged or vanished. I went to HR and complained and was laid off that afternoon, "reduction of force". Right. Reduction of one person. The HR guy was a curt, sour faced black guy. Later I get hired back on and demand to not be put on second shift where the same bullshit starts up again but even worse. The foreman was giving instructions in Spanish and refused to instruct me in English as per company policy. I start fighting back with malicious compliance. A female wetback I overheard telling another guy to just take my air hoses. I swiped her wire feeder box (welding machine) and hide it behind a beam, hooking it up very quickly and then round up some more air hoses. Asshole foreman comes down because bitch is whining someone took her shit. I know nothing, I see nothing. Foreman sends me off to another crew. He's pissed cause he knows now I'm playing their game back on them. Fucking them up for shits and giggles. I get on third shift. Once more surrounded by Latinos of both nationalities but I'm gonna crack this problem. I get written up for a safety violation caused by the foreman and a Vietnamese coworker. I'm threatened with being fired. So all next night I'm stewing over this as it's completely unfair. Then the one other white guy on the crew who's a bit of a newbie comes to me with important news. The day shift supervisor noticed where he had been welding was very low production as it was a tight area, his welds are substandard, etc. He rubs out the guy's badge number and replaces it with MY badge number. Ho Lee Fuk!!!. This is the clearest case of fraud, setting me up and back stabbing imaginable. Same shift the foreman of the day shift crew is bringing in his guys and lining them up on areas they need to start welding. He blames me for some very bad welds on the other side of the bulkhead. I know I wasn't there the night before so it's not mine. There' s no badge number in sight. Near the area is my badge number where I had welded the night before. At the end of the area are marks I put down to indicate where my work stopped. I point all this out to the foreman and remind him I had seen him assign the defective area to his guy the night before and point to my perfect defect free welds. "That's how I weld, and there's MY badge number. Over there is YOUR guy's work". He points to where I am currently welding and points out I don't have a badge number written down so that's why I'm getting blamed. "And I'm NOT DONE YET!" Obviously you finish out your area with a badge number AFTER you are done then put the stop marks at the end of your work area. Everyone knows this. So, thinking over the rules and stuff and realizing I got written up just the night before for trash in my area I go looking for trash bags to get off the ship. I find a huge pile of them on deck. I've marked out all my welds, packed up my tools for the day and I'm ready to stir up trouble. It's gonna be epic because I know the rules. I go to a couple guys from this crew and ask them to help me with the trash bags to get them to the chute and off the ship. They refuse to help me. I'll remember their names. It's another rule violation to refuse to help a coworker who's clearly asking for assistance. I go to the foreman who had been ragging on me and ask him to help with the trash and report to him that two of his guys refused to help me. He also refuses to help me and won't send someone to help me. I start humping trash on my own so I have a few minutes to plan my play. Then I go down to the gang box to have my foreman sign me out. I report how the day shift supervisor committed fraud by switching out my badge number with another worker, report that guys name are area of work, report the refusal by the other crew to help me with trash, etc. Day shift supervisor is right there listening as I hoped. He doesn't say a word until I am done then starts praising me lavishly. (He's scared) I write finish filling out my daily report but leave out the switching of the badge number. I don't want to get anyone fired because I would rather have assholes who are terrified I might talk than assholes who don't know how I operate. I take notes, I remember shit and take names. I then have a discussion with my foreman and my supervisor reminding them how the trash I got blamed for they both ignored and did nothing about. How the other crew refused to help and how they all should be reprimanded. Things get tense. Then I offer an olive branch. I'm there to help them and ask them to help me. Blah, blah, blah. Stick and carrot talk. By the time I'm done they are nodding agreement. Next day the reprimand is withdrawn. Everyone's packing out trash instead of storing it onboard. My foreman and my supervisor are my buddies. LOL. How far can I push this. I find another rule that's being violated. Welders are being tasked to clean up scars and weld burrs left by the fitters. It's THIER job. I point out how this is directly in the written orders we see ever day. We're all getting blamed for poor production because we're all being tasked with stuff that's not our job. I write this into another report that goes up to the front office. There are three thousand of these reports DAILY. No one reads them but I've been planning this shit for months. A month before I had started writing hilarious reports and suggestions. Just off the wall stuff like begging for Dancercise girls in leotards for our exercise loosening up routine that's done every day. Also, Massage girls, preferably attractive to come through and give massages when we are tired and sore. How it works is that my foreman would read these joke reports, laugh his ass off and pass it off to the supervisor. Then it gets sent up to front office for a laugh. Now, when they've been getting these hilarious reports, the worst thing that can happen is for the reports from yours truly to stop. "Hey, where's the reports from our welder/comedian?". "We want more funny!". So, yes, my reports ALWAYS get read. I also nailed other crews in my report for chucking trash in cable bins against regs. Then I united all the beaners on my crew by talking nice and passing out consumables so they don't have to make a trip to the lunch room. Guys love this sort of favor. I'd bring an extra roll of wire without being asked. You need something, ask the Comedian! Guys started returning the favor and doing similar stuff for each other. Helping sweep up, helping others get set up, etc. We became like a family. I had two enemies on the crew. The only two lead men who had I had reprimanded for trying to play foreman when he was right there and the other one for making very wrong suggestions that violate rules. The supervisor commended me and told the guy to his face he was dead wrong. So, one day one of the lead men had to read the weekly safety bulletin. Turns out, he couldn't read well and stumbled on every third word without a clue how to pronounce it. I quietly stood up next to him and starting whispering the words to him. The guy was sick with embarrassment and his voice was shaking until I started helping him. After that, he loved me and was backing me up. So yeh, I had to learn how to work these people and one other Mexican bitch the Navy brass ordered me to tell her off for disrespecting me. I did as I was told and got a pat on the back as I walked off the ship. A really based navy officer.. They hate wetbacks working on an active navy ship.

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